[There's a shiver in his breath as Jason traces his fingers over his skin, and a flutter in his chest. It's strange, how was this... suddenly so nerve-wracking? It's not like they've never fucked. But he felt-- more vulnerable somehow, like his whole heart was laid bare.

Maybe he was just scared of ruining this. Of pushing too far and losing him.

But if Jason was comfortable(?) going slowly then... how could he do any less?

At the very least, he could take his mind off things by feeling up Jason's hips beneath the trim of his shirt.]