The breathless laugh that escapes him when Jason's lips touch his nose is as easy as it it hopeless. He spreads the fingertips of one hand out across the incredibly sexy squareness of Jason's jaw. It's not long before he's helpless against Jason's touch again, that wide mouth that Jason loves so much betraying its owner with another, lower little noise.

"Stop it," he protests, but he doesn't mean it and the playful little glare proves it. He can't stop his hands from sliding down to the front of Jason's shirt, resting in a devastatingly natural way on his chest. It's like he's high, only he never seems to like being actually high as much as he likes whatever drug he's on when he's with Jason. "I asked Father and we don't have any service tonight. Most people aren't getting here until tomorrow." He doesn't elaborate, he just lets the statement hang in the air.