[ His fingers trailed over the fabric, the teasing feel of the a barrier between them. It was kind of poetic in a way. The noise Tim makes fuels him to be a bit more bold. Run into a building of armed drug dealers, no biggie, make out with someone he actually gave a damn about losing, well, that left more worry. Though, Tim's words had melted some but worry was still there.
Jason's eyes trailed Tim's features just before their lips joined again. The eyes slipping shut as he kissed back once more, his fingers dared to slide just barely under his shirt, to skirt just above the pants line. ]
Don't, don't try to paint it better, it's enough. I'm not better, but good, good is nice to hear.
[ He admitted low, the eyes sliding open again to look at Tim a silent moment. At the request, Jason moved, his fingers slipping free, flipping them in a fast fluid act to pin Tim back down on the bed as he had been.]
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Jason's eyes trailed Tim's features just before their lips joined again. The eyes slipping shut as he kissed back once more, his fingers dared to slide just barely under his shirt, to skirt just above the pants line. ]
Don't, don't try to paint it better, it's enough. I'm not better, but good, good is nice to hear.
[ He admitted low, the eyes sliding open again to look at Tim a silent moment. At the request, Jason moved, his fingers slipping free, flipping them in a fast fluid act to pin Tim back down on the bed as he had been.]