[ A couple of times he almost interrupts but he holds his tongue as Jason opens up, letting him vent his emotions and use his words, which is rare enough that Dick would have paid attention even if Jason wasn't sitting on his lap. ]

... Alright, okay. I appreciate the clarification.

[ He cups the side of Jason's neck, thumb cradling his jaw as he looks at him steadily, compartmentalising all of that information into manageable bites. When he replies his voice is sure and steady. ]

I am ... I would love to — yes, we can do that, but only if you're sure. There are other things we can do, things I'd really like to do to you [ — since Jason deserves to know there's a lot of spice beneath Dick's heavy blush — ] and none of it needs to be rushed.

[ To demonstrate, he trails his other hand down Jason's chest and lets it drift under his shirt in a sweeping caress, right around the time Dick leans up to brush his lips over the sensitive curve of Jason's neck. ]

Why don't we stick with our hands for now, then if you want more later you can be greedy in my bed. Deal?