( fuck. tim's words hit him like a bag of fucking bricks; he moves against jason, twists into his touch, body pliant under his and damn. he'd expected--to be at least a little overwhelmed, tim was always keeping him on his toes, always has been, the snarky little shit--but not like this. his voice vibrates right next to his ear and it has jason shuddering at the sensation, body quickly moving to shove right back up against tim's own, feeling tim's heat against his own and he's glad he checked with tim before, made sure he was absolutely fine with this, because there's definitely no off switch now.

teeth bite into his ear and jason's immediately moving his hands to grip hard onto tim's thighs, lifting him up a little more and holding him tight against his chest, arms moving back around to get those ankles around his waist rather than his legs, because like hell is he risking tripping and falling now.

jason twists his head down, bites hard at the skin right where tims jawline meets his ear. )

Yeah, I'll give it all to you. ( it's a promise; tim asked, and jason'll provide it. he makes quickwork of the space from the table to tim's room, kicks open the door roughly with a boot because he doesn't have time for door knobs. it's good he already knows the layout, here.

walking into a closet would have been really fucking awkward, wouldn't it. it's one, two, three long steps to tim's bed and jason lets himself fall forward, presses a palm into the mattress to keep most his weight off of tim--and leans down, drags his mouth across the other's own, kisses him hot and heavy as his free hand slides up between them, pushes at the hem of tim's shirt to drag it up. )

I'll fuck you until you scream--leave bruises where only I'll be able to find them. ( he stops, pauses for a moment, takes a breath and twists his lips up into a small smirk. ) And everywhere else.