No, I don't want you to move. Not now. Give me a second to get used to it.
[There's so much to take in. Taking another deep breath, Dick releases a hand and slides it over and down Jason's shoulder. The strength and bulk of it are more than one might expect from the surface if they'd never seen him outside of his normal bulky streetwear. Dick had. He'd seen these beautiful muscles at work.
He knew the way they bunched and unfurled with strength as they moved through their paces. He was more proud of Jason and his growth than he'd ever let on. It was hard to be the one without a focus, without a name, a purpose. Here, in this tub though-- it wasn't about names, it wasn't about the work. It was merely about them.
Careful fingers slid up the side of Jason's neck and eventually cupped his cheek. Dick grew more accustomed to the solidness of the male in his lap, the deliberate brush of a hardened cock against his hip. It took him a few minutes, but Dick relaxed into it-- enjoying it eventually. Knowing in his heart and mind that this is the reality he'd been longing for, for longer that he'd even been willing to admit to himself.
Leaning forward, he touched their lips together hesitantly, softly. He'd had daydreams of feasting at this mouth so many times. These lips haunted him both day and night, along with the eyes he watched carefully, albeit briefly before his lashes fluttered closed and his mouth parted so that he could lean further into the kiss, his real hunger suddenly driving him to seek more.
Releasing Jason's other hand, he drew the other in closer around the waist as they kissed, his tongue quickly finding entrance so he could taste and tangle with Jason's.]
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[There's so much to take in. Taking another deep breath, Dick releases a hand and slides it over and down Jason's shoulder. The strength and bulk of it are more than one might expect from the surface if they'd never seen him outside of his normal bulky streetwear. Dick had. He'd seen these beautiful muscles at work.
He knew the way they bunched and unfurled with strength as they moved through their paces. He was more proud of Jason and his growth than he'd ever let on. It was hard to be the one without a focus, without a name, a purpose. Here, in this tub though-- it wasn't about names, it wasn't about the work. It was merely about them.
Careful fingers slid up the side of Jason's neck and eventually cupped his cheek. Dick grew more accustomed to the solidness of the male in his lap, the deliberate brush of a hardened cock against his hip. It took him a few minutes, but Dick relaxed into it-- enjoying it eventually. Knowing in his heart and mind that this is the reality he'd been longing for, for longer that he'd even been willing to admit to himself.
Leaning forward, he touched their lips together hesitantly, softly. He'd had daydreams of feasting at this mouth so many times. These lips haunted him both day and night, along with the eyes he watched carefully, albeit briefly before his lashes fluttered closed and his mouth parted so that he could lean further into the kiss, his real hunger suddenly driving him to seek more.
Releasing Jason's other hand, he drew the other in closer around the waist as they kissed, his tongue quickly finding entrance so he could taste and tangle with Jason's.]