( what jason expects from tim isn’t for him to be red robin, for him to be strong, powerful, for him to be the genius that landed him the position at bruce’s side all that time ago. no, he expects tim to simply be tim—however he decides to be himself. whether it’s handing over control to jason, making snarky comments, telling jason off when he’s being a piece of shit—when he should know better but runs his mouth anyway. that’s all he’s ever wanted from tim drake since he got over the whole robin who replaced him business. after the few stabbings, the really unadvised assholery he’d pulled.
tim’s always forgive him. always offered him a place back at his side. lets jason hang around him even when jason’s done nothing but be a complete and total asshole to him. when he’s shown him nothing but his bad side, tim’s always trusted him to be something more. and that’s—that’s something he appreciates more than he could ever describe in words or actions. if tim wants to let go a little in jason’s arms, jason’s more than happy to oblige.
and those moans, the sighs and gasps, the way tim’s expression pinches up and how he moves makes the entire awkward start of this all worth it. tim says his name, and it’s near impossible for him to resist the urge to shove him back into the mattress and take him, push him down hard, roll his hips deep into tim and push until he’s screaming—but he doesn’t. jason wants this to last, wants to see and hear every noise. so he focuses on the kiss itself instead, hands keeping to tim’s hips but once he starts moving himself, jason’s letting up the pressure on his grip. letting tim moves as he wants to move, gives a low hum of approval when those hips start rocking down into his own and tries to find a steady pace along with him. )
You’d better—be ready to mix business with pleasure all the time. ( it’s gruff, murmured against tim’s neck before jason’s latching teeth onto flesh, biting and sucking at the skin there to leave a nice, red mark. the accent to his tone becomes more noticeable the more he speaks, dropping the thin attempts to hide it. ) ‘cause next time, I’m gonna come find you when you’re on patrol.
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tim’s always forgive him. always offered him a place back at his side. lets jason hang around him even when jason’s done nothing but be a complete and total asshole to him. when he’s shown him nothing but his bad side, tim’s always trusted him to be something more. and that’s—that’s something he appreciates more than he could ever describe in words or actions. if tim wants to let go a little in jason’s arms, jason’s more than happy to oblige.
and those moans, the sighs and gasps, the way tim’s expression pinches up and how he moves makes the entire awkward start of this all worth it. tim says his name, and it’s near impossible for him to resist the urge to shove him back into the mattress and take him, push him down hard, roll his hips deep into tim and push until he’s screaming—but he doesn’t. jason wants this to last, wants to see and hear every noise. so he focuses on the kiss itself instead, hands keeping to tim’s hips but once he starts moving himself, jason’s letting up the pressure on his grip. letting tim moves as he wants to move, gives a low hum of approval when those hips start rocking down into his own and tries to find a steady pace along with him. )
You’d better—be ready to mix business with pleasure all the time. ( it’s gruff, murmured against tim’s neck before jason’s latching teeth onto flesh, biting and sucking at the skin there to leave a nice, red mark. the accent to his tone becomes more noticeable the more he speaks, dropping the thin attempts to hide it. ) ‘cause next time, I’m gonna come find you when you’re on patrol.