[ Well and truly flustered by the time Jason asks to slow down, he swallows and clears his throat as he tips his head back on the couch to look up, hands settling safely on a waist. Pink stains his features all the way down to the collar of his tshirt, blue eyes dilated darker, but Dick waits when asked ... he's always been good at following orders.
Might have to clear his throat in order to fix the rasp of his voice, but. ]
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Might have to clear his throat in order to fix the rasp of his voice, but. ]
Y-Yeah, sure. You okay? Too much?