[ It's kind of a good thing that Tim isn't a telepath, otherwise he might just have a quiet meltdown over the things Jason is thinking of doing to him.
Although, honestly, he's pretty close to melting when Jason kisses him again, feeling the hand tight in his hair and Jason's mouth against his and just - wanting more of it. Wanting to answer in kind, which he does, kissing back hungrily for as long as Jason's mouth is against his. Even when Jason nips at him and he gets a sense that he's being admonished for something, he doesn't mind. He just makes a quiet noise, just listens to Jason talking and lets it sink in. Does Jason really want to make him his-
His thoughts are interrupted by Jason yanking his head back and sucking at his throat, and he has to strangle a gasp, a quiet moan. Damn. His neck is kind of sensitive there, and there are all sorts of associations, besides - things he's learned about psychology and animal behaviour, displays of dominance versus submission. And besides that, there's the scar he usually tries to keep hidden, the thin, jagged line that runs across his throat, faded and faint now but still just barely visible, raised enough to feel against his skin. He can't really forget it, given that Jason is the one who put it there - the other Jason, his Jason, and the thought of that sets fresh confusion and conflicted arousal stirring in him. It's almost funny, in a way, that a different Jason would want to mark him in the same place, just in a different way. Then again, he's pretty sure his Jason wasn't staking a claim when he slit his throat.
Pretty sure.
And he still can't quite believe that this Jason wants him. That he wants to mark him and own him and... actually, if he does, that's a little dangerous, isn't it? It feels heady and tempting and both right and wrong at the same time, definitely dangerous, and exciting. His head is swimming, and Jason's mouth is hot and wet against his neck, and he just wants to give in to that but he can't. Not quite. ]
I don't want... them to see. No-one else, just - just you.
[ Hm. That's not quite the protest he was thinking of, but it's the only thing that slips out, besides generally pleased, breathless noises. ]
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Although, honestly, he's pretty close to melting when Jason kisses him again, feeling the hand tight in his hair and Jason's mouth against his and just - wanting more of it. Wanting to answer in kind, which he does, kissing back hungrily for as long as Jason's mouth is against his. Even when Jason nips at him and he gets a sense that he's being admonished for something, he doesn't mind. He just makes a quiet noise, just listens to Jason talking and lets it sink in. Does Jason really want to make him his-
His thoughts are interrupted by Jason yanking his head back and sucking at his throat, and he has to strangle a gasp, a quiet moan. Damn. His neck is kind of sensitive there, and there are all sorts of associations, besides - things he's learned about psychology and animal behaviour, displays of dominance versus submission. And besides that, there's the scar he usually tries to keep hidden, the thin, jagged line that runs across his throat, faded and faint now but still just barely visible, raised enough to feel against his skin. He can't really forget it, given that Jason is the one who put it there - the other Jason, his Jason, and the thought of that sets fresh confusion and conflicted arousal stirring in him. It's almost funny, in a way, that a different Jason would want to mark him in the same place, just in a different way. Then again, he's pretty sure his Jason wasn't staking a claim when he slit his throat.
Pretty sure.
And he still can't quite believe that this Jason wants him. That he wants to mark him and own him and... actually, if he does, that's a little dangerous, isn't it? It feels heady and tempting and both right and wrong at the same time, definitely dangerous, and exciting. His head is swimming, and Jason's mouth is hot and wet against his neck, and he just wants to give in to that but he can't. Not quite. ]
I don't want... them to see. No-one else, just - just you.
[ Hm. That's not quite the protest he was thinking of, but it's the only thing that slips out, besides generally pleased, breathless noises. ]