( dick drops down and jason's - still catching his breath, still trying to swallow away the ache in his throat, but he doesn't complain when dick pulls him forward into a kiss. drops his own down to press gloved fingers against dick's thigh as he leans into it, giving a soft hum in the back of his throat when dick pulls off to start biting at his jawline.

he's going to need several, uneventful moments to try and coax himself to soften after that, because walking like this is going to be awkward as hell. especially when there's a whole crowd of people out there expecting red hood to walk out after potentially doing business with the guy he'd yanked into the backroom, not - not let the guy fuck his mouth up against the door. ah, well. jason's always been the rebel, the one who loves pushing boundaries and seeing just how hard he can shove before it goes too far. this is no different.

fingers tighten on dick's thigh as he gives a soft, pleased moan at the teeth digging into his skin, before jason's pressing against his thigh and pushing off of him, trying to get himself back up to his feet. )

Depends. You think you can keep up?

( tongue pressing against his lower lip to where dick had mauled him before, and jason's--grabbing onto his discarded domino mask, shoving it into his jacket pocket. it's mostly for dramatics, and he's putting his hood back on here in a minute anyway. no domino needed. )

'cause I sure as hell ain't slowing down for you, Dickie. You lose sight of me out there, I ain't telling you which safehouse I'm in.

( it's a challenge. probably slightly less convincing with how fucked jason's voice is, but some things just can't be helped. they both know they can't leave here at the same time, and definitely not in the state they're in. and jason's not leaving last. )