[Tim almost makes some smartass comment about using your adult words, but it dies on his tongue when Jason bites his nipple, lost to the shocked shout that scrapes out of his throat and the muttered curse that quickly follows. Give him a second to catch his breath, though, and he's back to mouthing off again.]
Bossy.
[It's not a true complaint; he complies, tugging the shirt up over his head and dropping it - who fucking cares, Tim has more important things to think about than where his discarded clothes end up landing. He drops flat on his back again, slips a shoe off his foot using the edge of the mattress, wraps his leg around the back of Jason's leg to keep him here, like Tim's afraid he'll change his mind abruptly about all of this and leave. Every pinch of Jason's teeth down his torso makes Tim gasp, pushing a quiet ah! out of his mouth, curling his fingers into the fabric over Jason's shoulders.]
What - what about you? Are your clothes all - mm, are they superglued on? Or are you gonna take this - take this off?
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Bossy.
[It's not a true complaint; he complies, tugging the shirt up over his head and dropping it - who fucking cares, Tim has more important things to think about than where his discarded clothes end up landing. He drops flat on his back again, slips a shoe off his foot using the edge of the mattress, wraps his leg around the back of Jason's leg to keep him here, like Tim's afraid he'll change his mind abruptly about all of this and leave. Every pinch of Jason's teeth down his torso makes Tim gasp, pushing a quiet ah! out of his mouth, curling his fingers into the fabric over Jason's shoulders.]
What - what about you? Are your clothes all - mm, are they superglued on? Or are you gonna take this - take this off?