[It was the kind of giveaway Jason wasn't fond of making - but when Dick called him perfect, Jason shuddered all over, little needy moan against Dick's mouth escaping.

Jason didn't know why he lit up like a fucking Christmas tree just for Dick compliment - it was just sex talk. But he DID. His hand curled harder in Dick's hair, just shy of pulling, and he rolled his hips, rocking down against Dick, kissing him again and then letting his head fall back for those wandering lips. The idea of wearing marks all over was hot as hell. Proof that yeah, this had happened.]

Gonna - fuck - gonna show everyone where you've been, Dick? I'll wear tank tops around so you can look at it until it fades.