[He smirks, with a hint of teeth - that's the cheeky bastard he adored.]
Bastard. I missed you so much...
[Nero dives in for another kiss, this time letting his hands grip Jason by the hips and grope their way upwards, beneath the hem of his clothes, hiking them up.]
[His hand traces down the scar on Jason's chest, an approving hum in his throat, before gripping his pectoral with one hand and slipping another round his back.
It felt so good, just to know-- not only was he wanted, but his absence actually meant something to Jason. Something he couldn't just forget and throw away.
He wished so badly to say the words that captured what Jason meant to him. But he wanted to keep him more.]
[Purred against his skin like a dare, confident in knowing that Jason wouldn't. No-- he wanted to remember the map of his body again, retrace all the familiar grooves.
When the pain hits again, Nero's face creases in concern again - it seemed do long, how long had it been already, let him rest-- he kisses the cold sweat on Jason's brow, his cheek.]
[those are soft touches that he isn't expecting, and he stares up at Nero, partially dazed from the pain. a little confused and quietly considering him.
[It was probably the pain, right? That's why Jason looked that way - there's a pang of sympathy in Nero's face, but he quickly buries it against Jason's neck. He wouldn't want anyone pitying him, and he could only imagine Jason was the same way.
His arms curl around him and suddenly, he's just hugging him tight, as though-- maybe holding him could take some of the pain away. Like he could absorb it if he just held him hard enough.
[he swallows, and there's that gut instinct to run away from how he's reading this situation. to play it off as less-- less transparent than it actually was, and even though Nero can't see him, he affixes a weak grin onto his face.]
Didn't even have to ask you to stop.
[he starts to push himself up, maybe moving would help.
[Nero gives him some space so he could try to stand and-- now that he was out of the moment, the full-faced blush of self-consciousness finally set in. Ah... had he gotten a little carried away there? He bites his lip but-- still reaches to hold Jason's hand, in case he still needed something to steady himself with.]
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Not sure.
Might have to try harder.
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Bastard. I missed you so much...
[Nero dives in for another kiss, this time letting his hands grip Jason by the hips and grope their way upwards, beneath the hem of his clothes, hiking them up.]
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but maybe the pain just made everything about Nero sharper, reminded him to focus in on the feel and heat of his mouth, or the weight of his body.]
Missed you too.
[he mumbles before going back in for another kiss, his nails dragging along Nero's scalp, before sliding down to the hem of his shirt line too]
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It felt so good, just to know-- not only was he wanted, but his absence actually meant something to Jason. Something he couldn't just forget and throw away.
He wished so badly to say the words that captured what Jason meant to him. But he wanted to keep him more.]
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[he mumbles with a half smirk against his lips, when pain flashes across his face for a brief moment and he has to catch his breath.
it had to wear off soon. he wants it to wear off soon.
he forces himself to focus on Nero, instead, and his hands grip his hips, rather than sliding under his shirt.]
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[Purred against his skin like a dare, confident in knowing that Jason wouldn't. No-- he wanted to remember the map of his body again, retrace all the familiar grooves.
When the pain hits again, Nero's face creases in concern again - it seemed do long, how long had it been already, let him rest-- he kisses the cold sweat on Jason's brow, his cheek.]
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it had been a disaster last time, like this, but.
he liked it, he just didn't know how to say it.]
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His arms curl around him and suddenly, he's just hugging him tight, as though-- maybe holding him could take some of the pain away. Like he could absorb it if he just held him hard enough.
Murmuring with lips on his skin,]
Hang in there.
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Didn't even have to ask you to stop.
[he starts to push himself up, maybe moving would help.
maybe moving would distract him]
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How's it feel?...
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[he's just going to swing his legs over, so he can test movement.
it hurts. it still fucking hurts, but this was a level of pain he was getting used to dealing with.]
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You-- still look pale...
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[he stands, and to his credit, he doesn't buckle. but he's definitely still favoring one leg over the other.
and time to glance at a mirror.]
... Huh.
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[Because it doesn't seem like the pain's gone away completely, if he still looked like that. There's definitely a limp there.]
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... I can probably manage it.
[he managed it last night]
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[please? dont fall off a tower]
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[at least he's reassuring]
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[Because he knows Jason is probably doing it for his sake and any sense of self preservation.
Anyways, he's still gonna walk him to the door.]
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well, fine, he gets a quick peck. but that's it. he needs to not think about this.]
Call me sooner if you're gonna get plastered again.
[And then he'll step out the door]