[Kissing Jason is different than kissing a girl. Girls are softness and curves, and Jason, he's all hard lines, a bulldozer, a freight train going full steam ahead. He's an unstoppable force, and Tim doesn't want to stop him anyway, didn't he say so before? Don't stop. I don't want to stop.
Words aren't necessary to say this again; Tim's body says everything his mouth is too occupied to speak. The tension he's been holding in his shoulders since Jason arrived is gone, melted out of his muscles. He's pliant in Jason's hands as he's set up on top of the table, legs shifted to wrap around the backs of Jason's, knees pressed into his hips, another inward pull. He can feel his skin sparking underneath his clothes where Jason touches him, and it's not enough. Jason's got those damn gloves on still, a layer of separation between him and the rest of the world, and Tim wants them off, wants no more distance between them. He doesn't skip a beat, doesn't stop kissing Jason, doesn't stop opening his mouth to encourage him in, just reaches up to Jason's wrist and starts peeling fabric back from skin.]
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Words aren't necessary to say this again; Tim's body says everything his mouth is too occupied to speak. The tension he's been holding in his shoulders since Jason arrived is gone, melted out of his muscles. He's pliant in Jason's hands as he's set up on top of the table, legs shifted to wrap around the backs of Jason's, knees pressed into his hips, another inward pull. He can feel his skin sparking underneath his clothes where Jason touches him, and it's not enough. Jason's got those damn gloves on still, a layer of separation between him and the rest of the world, and Tim wants them off, wants no more distance between them. He doesn't skip a beat, doesn't stop kissing Jason, doesn't stop opening his mouth to encourage him in, just reaches up to Jason's wrist and starts peeling fabric back from skin.]