[ is...is that a joke? He sees that look on Jason's face and holds his gaze for a minute before he slips into his shirt and begins to button it up. A little slower than necessary, but he'll be done soon enough. ]
[ Bruce almost makes a remark. Almost tells him if they were out in the field, he'd be an easy target like that. But he doesn't. Instead he strolls across the room and offers to haul Jason up. ]
[ How is Bruce supposed to control himself when Jason looks at him like he wants to devour him? How is Bruce supposed to control himself when he wants him to?
Whatever he's going to say is cut off by the kiss. His hands settle on Jason's hips to tug him close. ]
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That doesn't mean shit. You deserve it.
[He watches Bruce, his eyes dark, but there's some hunger in his expression.]
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[ is...is that a joke? He sees that look on Jason's face and holds his gaze for a minute before he slips into his shirt and begins to button it up. A little slower than necessary, but he'll be done soon enough. ]
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Huh?
[Jason was absolutely not paying attention to his words.]
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Or we can skip dinner.
[ Nods toward the bed in the corner. ]
Since you're so distracted.
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You don't deserve my mouth or my ass yet.
[Listen just because he forgave him doesn't mean he's not petty about it.]
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[ He steps back and tucks his shirt into his pants. ]
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[Jason gets up, though, and brushes his knees a little as if they're really dirty.
What is dirty is the kiss that he gives Bruce, sloppy and practically powered by tongue.]
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Whatever he's going to say is cut off by the kiss. His hands settle on Jason's hips to tug him close. ]
Use my mouth instead.