His eyelashes fluttered again when his cheeks were kissed, content to let Dick spoil him with affection. The praise had Tim floating even higher, warmed by the knowledge that no one else had ever been as good. He nodded in a show that he was listening and understood what was necessary to stop something if he felt it was going too far. As overwhelming as the whole thing had been, there was no doubt in his mind that if he had tried to put a stop to something, Dick would've listened. He trusted him completely. Tim just wasn't that great at recognizing his own needs.

He resettled on the older vigilante's lap when he was pulled close, trying not to be too instant on his own pleasure. His cock throbbed almost violently in his boxer briefs, but he didn't get the impression that Dick was done with him just yet. But even if he was, Tim wasn't going to say anything. So he practiced his well honed self control and just gently traced his fingertips along any scars along the older man's chest, quietly appreciating them. Scars meant hurt, but they also meant survival.

Dick sucked dark bruises onto his skin and Tim moaned faintly in response. He was sure he would spend the next several days pressing his fingers against them and remembering everything that occurred between the two of them. Being marked had never bothered him any--quite the opposite, actually. He'd always wanted to be someone worth possessing. The way that Dick touched him, lavished him with attention that was both sweet and lascivious, made him feel special.

Tim waited until Dick pulled back from giving him a hickey and turned his head to press a kiss against the other's cheek. Hopefully a silent way of letting him know both that he was okay and that he was pleased with what had happened. Didn't feel like talking much just yet.