[Tim's well aware of Jason's baggage, his flaws, his history, the things he's done and his motivations for doing them. He's seen Jason's rage and hate, and he can guess at the pain that fuels them both. None of it matters to Tim; he wants Jason anyway, imperfections and all. Those flaws are part of what makes Jason who he is, part of why Tim finds him beautiful. He wants Jason, all of him; he wants the danger, the intensity, the singular-minded focus, and he wants the Jason underneath the masks he wears, too. Everything.
It's hard to keep still, watching Jason undress. Tim still wants to get Jason under his hands, help peel off that armor, feel what he's like without that layer of distance, but he stays, as promised, and Jason returns soon enough. There's a pleased hum waiting for Jason in that kiss, fingers slipping back into his hair, Tim's other hand sliding up Jason's back, thumb tracing over his shoulder blade. Tim opens his mouth, deepens the kiss, invites Jason in with the curl of his tongue. He's breathless by the time the kiss breaks, but he manages a crooked half-smile and a single word:]
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It's hard to keep still, watching Jason undress. Tim still wants to get Jason under his hands, help peel off that armor, feel what he's like without that layer of distance, but he stays, as promised, and Jason returns soon enough. There's a pleased hum waiting for Jason in that kiss, fingers slipping back into his hair, Tim's other hand sliding up Jason's back, thumb tracing over his shoulder blade. Tim opens his mouth, deepens the kiss, invites Jason in with the curl of his tongue. He's breathless by the time the kiss breaks, but he manages a crooked half-smile and a single word:]
Better.