[ It's difficult to pull the Red Robin cowl off from behind, of course, but Tim gets the idea that that's what Jason is trying to do and moves his hand to help, pushing the cowl back and off of his face. He doesn't really think about it before doing it - doesn't think about the reasons for keeping his face hidden in a subterranean complex full of pollen-addled thugs, like the fact that exposing more skin means exposing himself to more pollen. He doesn't think about it because he's too busy wanting to feel more of Jason kissing him, touching him, and baring his flushed face and slightly hazed blue eyes seems like an insignificant thing in comparison.
He bites his lip and makes a low noise when Jason rocks into him, basically riding his thigh and oh, oh, he can feel how hard Jason is, how much he wants him, but. But, there was a reason they shouldn't do this here, wasn't there? He has to focus, has to think about it, the concerns and thoughts other than desire hard to grasp. ]
Because... oh, because it's dangerous, it's. Exposed. Too many - other people, the plants, the pollen, we nnnh, mmm - we need to leave.
[ But he doesn't move to try and leave; he makes a quiet, strained noise, almost a whine, still slowly rolling his hips against Jason. His uniform is so tight, hard and unforgiving, that it almost hurts to be this aroused, but he can't help it, not now. And he isn't finding the painful, restricted edge to things a turn off, surprisingly. ]
Ahhh... after. After this - please, after this.
[ He's not even sure what this is, yet, but if it involves more kissing, more - rocking and grinding against each other, then that's good. It feels good, and he can wait to escape until after there's been more of it. ]
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He bites his lip and makes a low noise when Jason rocks into him, basically riding his thigh and oh, oh, he can feel how hard Jason is, how much he wants him, but. But, there was a reason they shouldn't do this here, wasn't there? He has to focus, has to think about it, the concerns and thoughts other than desire hard to grasp. ]
Because... oh, because it's dangerous, it's. Exposed. Too many - other people, the plants, the pollen, we nnnh, mmm - we need to leave.
[ But he doesn't move to try and leave; he makes a quiet, strained noise, almost a whine, still slowly rolling his hips against Jason. His uniform is so tight, hard and unforgiving, that it almost hurts to be this aroused, but he can't help it, not now. And he isn't finding the painful, restricted edge to things a turn off, surprisingly. ]
Ahhh... after. After this - please, after this.
[ He's not even sure what this is, yet, but if it involves more kissing, more - rocking and grinding against each other, then that's good. It feels good, and he can wait to escape until after there's been more of it. ]