[ Terry shifts back and despite that heat between them and Dick's general reluctance to stop he doesn't offer up any protest, if anything he was expecting a moment of reevaluation to happen at some point soon. His eyes are a little hazy, a little dark, when they track up to Terry's face, questioning, as his hands slowly work over where they've settled on Terry's hips, since he hasn't pulled back so far that he's actually moving off of his lap. Considering how deep and passionate that kiss went Dick thinks that his answer is pretty obvious, but he can't blame Terry for wanting to hear that answer out loud either.
So he'll hold Terry's gaze long enough to reassure him that he's serious about this. ]
I can handle it.
[ Said with a quirk of his lips, but he means it. And he intends to prove it, as he slides one hand from Terry's hip to slide a warm palm up and over his chest, on top of his shirt, for now, but not at all shy in how he's stroking over every curve of muscle until his fingers are rubbing against a nipple. ]
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So he'll hold Terry's gaze long enough to reassure him that he's serious about this. ]
I can handle it.
[ Said with a quirk of his lips, but he means it. And he intends to prove it, as he slides one hand from Terry's hip to slide a warm palm up and over his chest, on top of his shirt, for now, but not at all shy in how he's stroking over every curve of muscle until his fingers are rubbing against a nipple. ]
Are you ready for that?