[There's a rhythm, a cadence in the step, the way that Dick's carried and the way that Jay doesn't even look at the room around him, but only at Dick as he recounts what he wants. Then he's falling and crashing into the bed with Jason on top of him. It's so completely different from anything he's ever felt before, jarring and strange. Dick feels even more exposed with his body wrapped tight around Jay, knowing that he offered himself up for the taking.

Strong legs cling like virtual vices, but the springs are loose. Dick's hips rock and bring their pelvises into contact. He can see the color in Jay's eyes and knows that it's not the passion that he'd seen before. There's something missing. Not knowing this Jay, Dick wonders if it's what he requested. Was it not how he was supposed to respond. Dick knows that he warned Jason that he didn't do things halfway. He said before that he wanted it all.

Leaning up, he cut off the suggestions with his mouth, shoving his tongue against those words the same way he dug his fingers into Jay's hair. He tugged at the growing hairs, and pulled them a little tighter than he had since they'd been here. Taking a breath, he licked over the bite to Jay's lip that he'd given him earlier. ] No. More. I told you what I wanted. If you won't fuck me, then I'll fuck you. I want to feel something deep. Not hands, not thighs, the real thing, Jason.