It does surprise Dodger to have Jason participating a bit more; he still remembers Jason being shy and clueless, making crappy jokes during sex and he can't say he minds the change. But that doesn't make him what he wants, not right now.
"I'm fine." There's an unspoken threat in his tone, the way that he sounds when he's covering up an injury.
The hand on his hip grips a bit tighter, actually burning enough to tip the scale from sexy to painful. It's only for a moment before he catches himself, but he's found the itch that he wants to scratch. Jason is comfortable - he's comfortable and safe, and he can't give Dodger the uncertainty and fear that's been driving him insane. He can't play the victim if he's a willing participant.
Maybe it wouldn't be a problem if the thing he wants wasn't so close by.
He hasn't moved for nearly a minute now; he's staring unfocused at a spot on Jason's collarbone, nails running idly over his thigh.
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"I'm fine." There's an unspoken threat in his tone, the way that he sounds when he's covering up an injury.
The hand on his hip grips a bit tighter, actually burning enough to tip the scale from sexy to painful. It's only for a moment before he catches himself, but he's found the itch that he wants to scratch. Jason is comfortable - he's comfortable and safe, and he can't give Dodger the uncertainty and fear that's been driving him insane. He can't play the victim if he's a willing participant.
Maybe it wouldn't be a problem if the thing he wants wasn't so close by.
He hasn't moved for nearly a minute now; he's staring unfocused at a spot on Jason's collarbone, nails running idly over his thigh.