[ Thank goodness Haley went to bed already, is his briefest of thoughts before he has Jason clambering up and onto him, leading to Dick lifting him to give that seating choice a hand ("C'mere"). He hauls him up onto his lap and winds his arms around him to brush under the hem of Jason's shirt, one hand palming its way down a thigh. Words can wait a while, he has important business dragging his kisses down the curve of Jason's jaw and grazing his teeth over a pulse, claiming the length of his neck as Dick's to play with as he pleases.
Nails glide up under Jason's shirt again, rising higher between his shoulders, and Dick makes a low noise of approval, just as hedonistic when it comes to showing Jason he cares about him. ]
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Nails glide up under Jason's shirt again, rising higher between his shoulders, and Dick makes a low noise of approval, just as hedonistic when it comes to showing Jason he cares about him. ]