Consent was important. Probably the most important to Jason, in all honesty. It was why he occasionally dropped so hard after a chase scene with Tim because he had consent and Tim wouldn't hesitate to break his nose to get out of a hold....but they didn't exactly talk about that consent in the moment. With Tim pressed against a wall, Jason's gloved fingers in his mouth to keep his sounds to a minimum as Jason fucked him hard enough to leave brick scrapes on unprotected body parts, there wasn't a whole lot of time for communication.

But even so, it wasn't just the consent issue that caused him to jerk into motion. It was simply Dick. He loved his boyfriend, but he'd loved his brother from almost the word 'go'. Even in the beginning, when Dick couldn't stand him, he'd watched the former Robin every chance he could. Learned from him, well before Dick started to actually train him. Dick could tell him to go lay down in front of Joker and expose his belly to the madman and there was a non-zero chance that Jason would listen.

Tim's touch to pull his hand forward earned a sharp inhale of breath, but then his palm was curving around the warmth of Dick's side and Jason buried his face in against the younger man's neck as he shivered. "Fuck, Princess...the filth that comes out of that pretty little mouth..." His voice was ragged and low, just for Tim as he pressed himself in closer so that his boyfriend could feel the heaviness of his body. Which did mean that Tim would be able to feel the little jerk that ran through him when Dick's hand slid around his back. He looked up, lower lip caught between his teeth, his eyes focusing on the eldest of them before he was being kissed.

The world around them fell away. There was nothing but Tim and Dick and hands and lips and...he whined when Dick pulled away, his teeth clicking on nothing as he threatened to bite that plush lower lip.

"Baby, just how thorough was that shower, hmm?"