( his neck is usually a bit of a sore spot; it's an easy place to damage, and one that bruce himself has fucked up enough to make jason--hesitant about letting any other bat near it. but dick reaches out for him, massages fingers against the back of his neck, and it feels good.
it might be how fucking touch-starved he is, but he's not psychoanalyzing himself. that's just asking for trouble, and jason gets himself into enough of it as-is without digging into all his emotional problems.
not that this is doing him much better. dick touches him, and jason's melting into it. his shoulders slouch, his body angles itself a little closer to dick, pressing into the hand at his hip and the one at the back of his neck. closes his eyes as he lets dick touch him. enjoys it for the moment, even if he doesn't trust this to last worth shit. either he'll ruin it, or dick'll fuck off on him, or any other fun combination of life-ruining bullshit that follows jason everywhere he goes. it's always a risk. it's always something that happens, but jason knows he's desperate enough to risk it anyway.
that he craves affection like this even if he knows it'll ruin him in the end. that he wants it desperately, enough he'll risk fucking himself over. that his warning to dick about jason running away was more right than he cares to admit, because chances of it happening are extremely high still, even though he's pressing into dick, leaning close. because he wants it but he knows it'll ruin them.
dick leans in for a kiss, and jason melts into that too. raises his hand to cup the side of dick's neck, palm pressing against where it curves into his shoulder. there's no real pressure, it's just--touch, gentle and easy as he hums against dick's lips.
pulls back when he nips at his lips, just enough so he can speak. )
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it might be how fucking touch-starved he is, but he's not psychoanalyzing himself. that's just asking for trouble, and jason gets himself into enough of it as-is without digging into all his emotional problems.
not that this is doing him much better. dick touches him, and jason's melting into it. his shoulders slouch, his body angles itself a little closer to dick, pressing into the hand at his hip and the one at the back of his neck. closes his eyes as he lets dick touch him. enjoys it for the moment, even if he doesn't trust this to last worth shit. either he'll ruin it, or dick'll fuck off on him, or any other fun combination of life-ruining bullshit that follows jason everywhere he goes. it's always a risk. it's always something that happens, but jason knows he's desperate enough to risk it anyway.
that he craves affection like this even if he knows it'll ruin him in the end. that he wants it desperately, enough he'll risk fucking himself over. that his warning to dick about jason running away was more right than he cares to admit, because chances of it happening are extremely high still, even though he's pressing into dick, leaning close. because he wants it but he knows it'll ruin them.
dick leans in for a kiss, and jason melts into that too. raises his hand to cup the side of dick's neck, palm pressing against where it curves into his shoulder. there's no real pressure, it's just--touch, gentle and easy as he hums against dick's lips.
pulls back when he nips at his lips, just enough so he can speak. )
What do you want? Or do you wanna--wing it?
( haha, get it? nightwing, winging it. )