[ that's more like it. another pleased noise escapes him when he feels tim give to the kiss, no longer so stiff and rigid against him. the pollen is as much of a sensory enhancer and intoxicant as it is anything else, and jason's happy to concentrate on how their mouths fuse together, what it feels like when tim's tongue is lapping against his, instead of trying to yank at anyone's armor in frustration. when he could be unbuckling his own belts he's instead gripping the back of the red robin cowl, maybe trying a little haphazardly to tug that off as well. his own gloves are long gone. ]

Why not here? [ he murmurs into tim's mouth, groaning a little when he feels his hips start to move. ]

You taste so... oh, like that.

[ he's basically straddling tim's thigh himself, rocking into him. ]

Come on.