[ jason's armor doesn't extend quite so far down. he's been ignoring his body in favor of the fight, but he's hard and straining against tim's thigh even through the heavy fabric of his fatigue pants, and that familiar scent is thick and heady in the air. he dips his head in close, closer than he needs to whisper back, and presses tim further against the wall, not so incidentally maneuvering his thigh in between tim's. ]
Robin.
[ he says it almost silkily, nosing in at the juncture of neck and shoulder. ]
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Robin.
[ he says it almost silkily, nosing in at the juncture of neck and shoulder. ]