[Maybe they can't do this. But for once Jason isn't letting himself jump to the worst case scenario. He's holding a fragile little blossom of hope up and hoping it will grow.

He groans when Dick speaks, and it ends on a rough laugh.]

I need it, or this would be over way faster than it should be.

[Because Dick is tight and beautiful and so eager that Jason can barely hold on as it is as soon as he's sinking into the heat of Dick's body.

That moan is permission and Jason thrusts in deeper, short little rocks of his hips until he's finally fully buried. Jason groans then, dropping his head to Dick's shoulder for a second.]

God you're tight. Feel so fucking good around me, Dickie.