[ There's no doubting it now, Jason's eyes dip below his chin and they linger, blue eyes flicking here and there. Down his shoulders and arms, his chest and abdomen β he must look good. Wet, muscles glistening damp under the light from the moon, the fairylights hanging. He can guess how he looks, because Jason's just as much of a sight. All of his hard work on display, the proof of his brute strength there, bared in tight muscles that promise a good wrestle if they weren't in the hot springs with a stranger.
All the alarms in his head have sounded, but it's completely mute in the face of the growing heat in the pit of his stomach. He wants to touch, even though he shouldn't. He wants his mouth on every inch of Jason. Maybe he's more fond of Jason than he should be, but he's tried to tamp down on it and he'd never -- he wouldn't push. He wouldn't come onto Jason like this in a hot spring with a stranger.
Dick's gaze is darker, every nerve in him awake and alive at the warm sound that Jason got out that's only momentarily followed by a soft, breathless gasp from Sizhui. Dick he feels like he can't breathe, his lungs burning as his mind spins more and more ideas.
And then he inhales a sharp breath when his gaze drops, following the hint of movement and his pupils dilate at the sight of Jason's wandering hand on Sizhui and how close the two of them are now that he's jolted forward, further into Jason's space. And Dick can't think of a good reason not to do the same. More than little bump from earlier, Dick crowds closer into Jason, following the little electric shocks of skin on skin contact, nerves lit up with every inch they touch.
His gaze jumps to Sizhui at the hand pressed to his chest, and he bites down on his own lip at the sight of Sizhui's pretty head tilted and his mouth at Jason's neck. Sizhui has such good ideas. And in a moment, Dick is tipping his own head, leaning in to the opposite side from Sizhui, to tease his mouth across the soft curve of Jason's ear, warm breath ghosting across his ear and his lips teasing against the curved shell of his ear, but his gaze flicks towards Sizhui. He feigns a whisper, but he guarantees that Sizhui can hear him. ] Want him to sit in your lap, Jay? I think he'd do it for you. [ His teeth close at the delicate curve of Jason's ear, nipping before he pulls away. ] Who wouldn't?
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All the alarms in his head have sounded, but it's completely mute in the face of the growing heat in the pit of his stomach. He wants to touch, even though he shouldn't. He wants his mouth on every inch of Jason. Maybe he's more fond of Jason than he should be, but he's tried to tamp down on it and he'd never -- he wouldn't push. He wouldn't come onto Jason like this in a hot spring with a stranger.
Dick's gaze is darker, every nerve in him awake and alive at the warm sound that Jason got out that's only momentarily followed by a soft, breathless gasp from Sizhui. Dick he feels like he can't breathe, his lungs burning as his mind spins more and more ideas.
And then he inhales a sharp breath when his gaze drops, following the hint of movement and his pupils dilate at the sight of Jason's wandering hand on Sizhui and how close the two of them are now that he's jolted forward, further into Jason's space. And Dick can't think of a good reason not to do the same. More than little bump from earlier, Dick crowds closer into Jason, following the little electric shocks of skin on skin contact, nerves lit up with every inch they touch.
His gaze jumps to Sizhui at the hand pressed to his chest, and he bites down on his own lip at the sight of Sizhui's pretty head tilted and his mouth at Jason's neck. Sizhui has such good ideas. And in a moment, Dick is tipping his own head, leaning in to the opposite side from Sizhui, to tease his mouth across the soft curve of Jason's ear, warm breath ghosting across his ear and his lips teasing against the curved shell of his ear, but his gaze flicks towards Sizhui. He feigns a whisper, but he guarantees that Sizhui can hear him. ] Want him to sit in your lap, Jay? I think he'd do it for you. [ His teeth close at the delicate curve of Jason's ear, nipping before he pulls away. ] Who wouldn't?