There's an awful lot of breathin' room, but I can hardly move

[Jason's smile flickered, eyes softening when Dick said that. Later, when he wasn't caught up in Dick and sex, he'd tell himself it had just been sex talk, not real. But hearing it now had him feeling ... seen.

Jason leaned up on his knees when Dick crawled in, kissing him again, same hint of softness hiding in the gesture, before he settled back again, letting Dick come to him.

Splayed thighs quivered beneath Dick's mouth, and Jason made a low sound of want when Dick sucked a bruise to the surface of pale skin. He bit his lip, looking at Dick through heavy lashes.]

That what you want? Me to be yours. Guess you got your wish. All yours tonight, Dick.

[The tongue striping over his balls and the stroking hand were enough that Jason was well on his way to hard again - he was young after all, and currently living out a fantasy he'd never even let himself fully have. He gasped when Dick's tongue darted over him like that.]

Fuck, Dickie. I want you to. Want you to love every second of tonight.