[ If Terry's nervous, it only shows in the slight tremble of his fingers. He brings them up to touch the curve of Dick's neck, right where it connects with his shoulder. It'd been some time since he's kissed anyone either. Back home, Dana had made it pretty clear she never wanted to see him again. And he couldn't blame her, if he was honest. Bruce and Batman made demands on his time that left very little for a social life. So, kissing - and relationships in general - hasn't really been a priority. Not until he met Dick and realized he'd be okay with kissing him. And he's so glad that he did.
He's not new to it, but he is out of practice. Still, the longer it lasts and the gentle way Dick touches him tells him he's doing something right. Or at the very least not doing it terribly. It gives him the confidence he needs to push for more, to slip his tongue between his parted lips to coax Dick open so he could have a taste for himself.
It's all way better than he'd ever imagined it to be and he's spent a fair bit of time imagining it. How warm and soft his lips would be. What angle might be the best. They'd all be fleeting thoughts he'd been a bit too nervous to ever give voice to. He's glad he didn't really have to.
He doesn't want to stop, even when he needs to breathe. But he does. It'd be super embarrassing to faint during their first kiss. There'd be another he tells himself. He allows himself to hope there'll be more. ]
Is there nothing you can't do, Grayson? [ he grins ] Not that I'm complaining.
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He's not new to it, but he is out of practice. Still, the longer it lasts and the gentle way Dick touches him tells him he's doing something right. Or at the very least not doing it terribly. It gives him the confidence he needs to push for more, to slip his tongue between his parted lips to coax Dick open so he could have a taste for himself.
It's all way better than he'd ever imagined it to be and he's spent a fair bit of time imagining it. How warm and soft his lips would be. What angle might be the best. They'd all be fleeting thoughts he'd been a bit too nervous to ever give voice to. He's glad he didn't really have to.
He doesn't want to stop, even when he needs to breathe. But he does. It'd be super embarrassing to faint during their first kiss. There'd be another he tells himself. He allows himself to hope there'll be more. ]
Is there nothing you can't do, Grayson? [ he grins ] Not that I'm complaining.