[ Some part of his brain is screaming at him that this is messed up, at least a little, but the rest of him is far too occupied with how good it feels to have Jason slowly riding him at a lazy grind, even through their clothes. If Dick was only halfway hard before he feels himself fill out in record time, breathlessly tangled in kisses that have his blood up (oh, haven) and his heartbeat pounding white noise in his ears. Most sensitive around his ribs, the leanest part of him, he arches up into each pass of Jason's hands and struggles to keep his own on good behaviour, running his nails as low on Jason's belt as his clothes allow; when he finds a hip he gives a squeeze and drags him in harder to seat him properly, meeting the kiss with a rumble of satisfaction from somewhere under the hands on his chest when his cock rubs up behind the curve of balls.
He's glad he wore slacks but also mildly paranoid as they make him since they hide nearly nothing. Jason feels exposed as hell, Dick has picked that up, but he has no idea how weak Dick is to those noises he makes, the weight of him wrapped around Dick like he needs him. Dick would do anything to keep him like it. ]
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He's glad he wore slacks but also mildly paranoid as they make him since they hide nearly nothing. Jason feels exposed as hell, Dick has picked that up, but he has no idea how weak Dick is to those noises he makes, the weight of him wrapped around Dick like he needs him. Dick would do anything to keep him like it. ]