[ Jason kisses back, enamored with the way Dick holds on to him, and needs to touch him. He smiles into the kiss as they land on the couch, his arms wrapping tight around his lover.

This is their home. It already feels absolutely like it.

He lets out a happy hum, mostly at the way Dick keeps kissing and nipping at his neck, but also at the question.]

The comfiest bed ever. And like... pots and pans, things to cook with. Sounds weird, right? Since I never cook? I want to, though.