[The laugh runs along Dick's skin like a super soft fleece blanket, smothering him in comfort and a sort of peace he can't ever remember feeling. He's felt it a few times since they've been like this-- but it grows the longer they are together. Seeing the light in Jason's eyes draws a mirrored picture in Dick's own and then flips it over and creates a masterpiece against his heart.

Dick draws his hands along Jason's body, constantly training it to memory. He has a fierce need to have every single stroke etched out in his mind, just in case.

When Jason begins to pull away, Dick sits up slightly and chases him. He grips at Jason's hips, at his waist. His fingers dig in and fight to keep his lover near. There's a slight whine that comes out in a whisper from Dick's lips. He hates that he sounds so desperate, but he likes being close, needs to be close. It only changes when Jason tells him what to do.

Grabbing a couple of pillows, Dick rolls over and shifts his hips shoving both pillows beneath them-- this way, he doesn't have to worry about his legs giving out on him through all the new stimulation. He has no idea what it will feel like, but this should work. ]

Here, is this okay, I think if I spread open like this. I should be limber enough to give you all the access you want.