[Like a cat, Dick arches into the scraping of Jason's nails on his back. Maybe because they haven't found their true place yet, this all still feels like some dreamscape or overgrown fantasy that Dick's still immersed in-- trying to live out what he's wanted but never allowed himself to have, because with every touch, every brush and stroke the surrealness only grows.

Reality should hit at any moment, and every now and then, Dick feels a prick of pain that tells him this is truly happening, that Jason is here in his arms and they've been together-- that he has this, but it's nearly impossible to believe, even now.

Smiling like an idiot, Dick shakes his head. ]

I do, though; I love the taste. I can't help it. I love it all. I've wanted this so bad, you so bad.

[Forgetting to breathe, Dick loses himself in the kiss, hands sliding along the hardness of Jason's body.]

Then take me. I can't wait to be full of you. Fuck. I want to feel you.