There's an awful lot of breathin' room, but I can hardly move

[That small gesture against his lips, tugs warmth from deep within. It really does make it more difficult. It makes Dick want to dig deeper and further this kiss into more. ]

Oh.I'll move it. In a minute, or ten.

[Fingers slide up Bruce's leg, edging aside the fabric of the bathrobe. He sighs and leans in further and allows the kiss to finally take him over, before finding himself nosing back. Little tiny kisses are stolen in breaths between, dusting cheeks and noses in the tangled tether of their breath.

There's no way Dick's letting go now. He only grips tighter, one hand tying itself up into Bruce's hair at his words. It takes Dick a few moments to figure out what to say back. He understand it, and he doesn't want Bruce to leave. Not yet. ]

I know. I can't say I wish I didn't feel this way, because it feels good. I like you. [He sighs between them, and closes his eyes, touching their mouths together as he speaks.]

It's not morning yet, and you can come back. No one said you couldn't come back.