[Tim's just in street clothes, has less to navigate than Jason, but he takes the opportunity to get his own belt undone while Jason works at shedding pieces of what keeps distance between him and the rest of the world. Tim rolls his head back to make room for Jason once he returns, breathing out a quiet note of surprise when teeth connect, murmuring a soft, wordless sound of wanting when his mouth makes a more gentle contact. One hand settles at Jason's collar and the other at the top of his shoulder; fingers twist into fabric to anchor Tim in place among the swelling tide of desire.]

You think I - ha, you think I believed, even for a second, that you'd be here with me? I thought about it, sure, wished for it, but do you think I let myself imagine what your hands would feel like sliding under my clothes, what your mouth would feel like at my neck? I didn't, Jason, I didn't - I didn't think you'd ever want me, didn't think you'd let me -

[He leans in, takes Jason's mouth in another kiss, fast and deep, as he fumbles blindly at the front of Jason's pants, working the button open in the small amount of space that's between them, fingers sliding in between fabric and skin. He breaks the kiss to gasp for air, turn his mouth to Jason's ear.]

Do it, Jason. Mark me. Give me bruises that I'll be able to see for weeks. Fuck me, make me forget my own name because all I can remember is yours. Give me everything you've got. I want you to.

[Teeth close around Jason's earlobe - not hard enough to leave a mark, just enough to hint at something more. A test of boundaries, maybe.]