His breath caught in his throat when Tim's lithe frame settled so confidently on Dick's lap, Jason's mug keeping the sound quiet even as his eyes traced the unbelievably sexy sight in front of him. They fit together just as easy as breathing and Jason's gaze turned a little hungry as he watched Dick's hands settled over narrow hips.

Dick's big, gentle hands, so strong and skillful. Blue tips flashing just as much as that cocky grin....

He scalded his tongue on the overly large gulp of cocoa and he focused on the little pain to keep himself from giving himself away. His body had always been slower to react that most and for once that was a benefit as Tim leaned in for that stage whisper against Dick's ear, but even the sudden break of the previous mood did very little to stop the blush that spread over his cheeks at that suggestion.

"Timbers..." He'd meant it to be gentle reproach, a quiet plea to not make Dick uncomfortable by suggestion something like that....but then Dick's eyes darkened and the words were forgotten as he shivered under that look. He was going to make their little mastermind pay for this. Later. When he wasn't watching his own personal wet dreams kiss just out of arm's reach of him.

Someone in the room whined, low and needy...and it just might have been Jason.