Date: 2024-08-07 11:21 pm (UTC)
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[Jason's nose scrunches at the kisses, and he can't help but laugh, squirm a little, the laugh bordering on a giggle.

And then Dick kept talking about a future, and Jason was too unguarded to hide how he looked longing at the idea.]


Years huh? Might get sick of me.

[He could almost believe though, right now, that Dick WOULDN'T. That he meant it. And Jason really wanted to fucking believe that, which was why he was so afraid to.

He tipped his chin for Dick's wandering mouth, baring his neck with a little pleased hum, skin still sensitive. He didn't know about the mark yet ... but he'd feel the same way. Smug over having a mark that stuck from how Dick wanted him.]
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