[Surprise, Jason, little Timmy's got teeth - well, metaphorically speaking, anyway, he hasn't brought teeth into the actual equation just yet. That whole hip-to-hip thing is a good idea, so Tim slips his fingers up to Jason's waist and hooks his fingers through his belt loops while his thumbs trace over the edge of his waistband, doing his part to keep them together while he walks backward into the apartment, turning them toward the hallway and the bedroom.]

Mm, is that all you plan on doing, Jason? Rubbing off on me? 'Cause I seem to remember there being talk about stepping on me as well.

[And judging from how Tim can't seem to stop grinning, he's absolutely down for that.]