[Escha's in the back of his head, too, but he's not stupid enough to say so when he has someone this wiling on top of him. He meets him for the kiss, the hand that was initially on Dick's ass sliding up to the back of his head to hold him there for as long as he can before he lets him pull back.
Thinking is overrated, but he laughs all the same.]
That's not even my fault. [He doesn't let go right away. Instead, the hand leaves Dick's hair and flops over the edge of the bed, feeling around on the floor before grabbing his jeans from the night before and pulling out both lube and condom to fling at his chest.]
Didn't even have to let go. [He's pretty sure he might die if he stops touching him right now, so that takes care of that.]
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Thinking is overrated, but he laughs all the same.]
That's not even my fault. [He doesn't let go right away. Instead, the hand leaves Dick's hair and flops over the edge of the bed, feeling around on the floor before grabbing his jeans from the night before and pulling out both lube and condom to fling at his chest.]
Didn't even have to let go. [He's pretty sure he might die if he stops touching him right now, so that takes care of that.]