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[The pieces tumble onto the puzzleboard already being worked at by a larger hand with a large clatter. Now Dick sees a much clearer picture than the little tiny bits that he'd been shown in the past. It didn't line up clearly in his mind. There are times when he barely needs a corner and he's got the entire riddle solved, but this time he had to have all the corners in their places, and a lot of the edging done before he could revel any of the center. It frustrated him, but in the end it's always worth it-- it's always worth it.

It doesn't matter if this particular puzzle evades him for years to come, continually adding and subtracting. It's something to be expected, but as long as his hand is moving along the board and his mind entangled in the equation, then he knows he can dive with it. Somehow, it works in the same manner that Dick massages his fingers into the tiny bit of scruff of hair at the base of Jason's neck while Dick listens intently to every word he has to say.

There's a nod, and Dick slides his hand down to rest at Jays' hip, injecting small circles into play that cover the back curve of his bone and the muscle that sides next to it. Being vulnerable isn't easy for either of them. No one seems to hold the patent on that one there. Is it worth the risk, Dick looks deeply at Jay. He's already told himself that he'd do this, that he wanted to do this, take this chance. ]

I'm not jerking you around. I can't do that. This is serious for me too, and no one else is touching me, or will be touching me. It's only you that I'm looking at. I don't find anyone else remotely ... like you, and I'm talking you, not some other Jason I know. So, yeah, I want to know what it's like with you, not just some guy, with you, Jason.

[To that, Dick leans in and tips his head the amount needed to kiss Jay on the lips, this time it's firmer than the last. It's not as brutal as he took him in the bar, because the need wasn't as desperate. He didn't feel like Jay was going to disappear through his finger tips if he let go for one second. There would be time for things to grow to those levels eventually, because Dick knew himself and how he could be. This was something he wanted enough, that he would become starved for it, and beg at these lips to taste every last drop that they wanted to give them-- but for now, he started slowly, nipping and licking lightly, playfully even]