[ too late now tim. jason makes a delighted little noise as soon as the mask is out of the way and leans in to kiss him fiercely, tongue probing like tim's mouth is made of candy and he wants to devour every bit of it. it's not how he would kiss if he were in control of himself, no biting, no dominance displays, just a real sincere and enthusiastic effort to get acquainted with tim's tonsils. the taste of him is better than his scent, although that's sweeter too, without the mask in the way, and when he does have to pull back to breathe he stays close enough to share oxygen, mouth dragging over tim's skin.

he still hasn't let go of his hand. ]

Sweet, [ he murmurs to himself, sounding half drunk and bemused before leaning in again to try and snatch another kiss. ]