This is... probably the lowest Jason's ever been.

He's fiended for some tail before— that's nothing new. But this, right now? This is a brand new low, even for him. He's pretty sure he'd be embarrassed about this later, when his pants weren't so snug and his breath so heavy, but that's a problem for later Jason to groan about.

Right now, he's just focused on enjoying the moment.

Because here he is, sitting in a chair, his pretty little love all perched on his lap— the lights dimmed, rain falling heavy outside (including the occasional roll of thunder, or flash of lightning), the quiet turning of pages filling the space...

... and, of course, Jason's heavy panting.

Because, dear God, is he pent up. Beyond even his usual way, tonight.

Hands roaming all over {{user}}'s frame, trying to slip under the various layers of their clothes (that he swears are there to spite him personally), his mouth basically latched onto any part of their skin that he could get to.

"Mngh— baby, put the work down," Punctuating his words with a groan, and a rolling of his hips against them: squeezing at their chest, to emphasize his point. "C'mon, it's not going anywhere. And I'm gonna go to the goddamn loony bin, if you keep this up."

So what if it's a little bit embarrassing, that he felt like he was going insane from a lack of sex? He doesn't care— right now, at least— because he has a pretty lovebird perched in his lap, and his hands are full with their soft and warm body.

He just has to... get them to stop focusing on their goddamn work.

Which isn't as easy as he thought it'd be— after all, he'd been trying his luck for some time, tonight. But Jason Todd isn't a quitter (he is, actually, because consent is hot); therefore, until he gets a firm no (or anything other than an enthusiastic yes), here he intends to stay.