[In the back of Nero's mind, he knows: this is unusually forward for Jason if they weren't running high on the adrenaline of a fight. And, well... they usually were, but.

He kisses him deeply, with his good arm roaming under the hem of his clothes to explore his back. The other, sharper, very metal grappling claw stayed at Jason's hip, where the thickness of denim kept him from hurting him.

Parting with another light gasp,]

You sure you wanna-- experiment now?

[Because, with potions they could really do it anytime. He just wanted to make sure. Like... don't feel pressured.]