[Of all the ways for this day to turn out, having Jason Todd's tongue in his mouth and hands on his hips ranks highly on the "didn't see that coming" meter. Tim's not complaining, though, and not just because of that whole tongue-in-mouth thing - this is something he's wanted for a long time. Never really entertained the idea that it could become reality, Jason's always seemed so goddamn unattainable, but wanted all the same. Thought about, sure - he wasn't kidding about that part of the earlier text message exchange, Tim's thought about what would happen if they did somehow end up like this quite a lot.
So far, so good.
Tim has to take a momentary break from kissing to breathe, grinning at Jason's mouth as he quickly fills his lungs with air. He makes his tone light, nonchalant:]
Hey, Jason. Come on in. Take your jacket off.
[That would probably be easier to accomplish if Tim showed any sign of backing off from pinning him against the wall, but Tim stays pressed in exactly as close as he has been, moving back to take Jason's mouth with his own. His hands travel down the front of Jason's chest to slide up underneath his shirt, taking the moment to just feel what Jason's like without the body armor.]
[Holy shit, when did Tim learn how to be so fucking cute? And not cute in the "pinch his cheeks and blow raspberries" way. This is cute in the "can't wait to fucking destroy him" way. He pants against his lips, returning his grin in kind.]
What, aren't you gonna offer to take it for me? Some host you are...
[That's code for "if you want me undressed, do it yourself."]
[Excuse you, Jason, Tim has always been this cute, you've just been too buttmad to see it until now.]
Mm, I know - I really was raised a lot better than this.
[Does it look like he's stopping anytime soon, though? No, Tim definitely is not. He'll get to the undressing eventually, but for now, his hands slip around Jason's back, slide down to wrap around his ass, squeeze playfully hard.]
Must be your bad-boy antihero influence rubbing off on me.
[Jason's mouth drops open, and he almost makes an embarrassing sound. At the last minute, he turns it into a chuckle, cocking his head and fixing Tim with a challenging smirk.]
Yeah? Well. [He slides his hands into Tim's back pockets, pressing their hips together. At the same time, he steps forward, backing Tim away from the wall.] Let's see how much more I can rub off on you before the night's out, huh?
[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.]
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So far, so good.
Tim has to take a momentary break from kissing to breathe, grinning at Jason's mouth as he quickly fills his lungs with air. He makes his tone light, nonchalant:]
Hey, Jason. Come on in. Take your jacket off.
[That would probably be easier to accomplish if Tim showed any sign of backing off from pinning him against the wall, but Tim stays pressed in exactly as close as he has been, moving back to take Jason's mouth with his own. His hands travel down the front of Jason's chest to slide up underneath his shirt, taking the moment to just feel what Jason's like without the body armor.]
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What, aren't you gonna offer to take it for me? Some host you are...
[That's code for "if you want me undressed, do it yourself."]
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Mm, I know - I really was raised a lot better than this.
[Does it look like he's stopping anytime soon, though? No, Tim definitely is not. He'll get to the undressing eventually, but for now, his hands slip around Jason's back, slide down to wrap around his ass, squeeze playfully hard.]
Must be your bad-boy antihero influence rubbing off on me.
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Yeah? Well. [He slides his hands into Tim's back pockets, pressing their hips together. At the same time, he steps forward, backing Tim away from the wall.] Let's see how much more I can rub off on you before the night's out, huh?
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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.]