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[There were all sorts of beds out there, things with lighting beneath them, and curtains around them. Dick wasn't even sure of exactly all he wanted anymore after shopping online for several hours. What he did know was that as long as it was cozy and Jason was with him, it would be perfect. Like now, now was the very definition of perfection.

He couldn't stop Jason's mouth from meeting with his, and it didn't matter which one of them started it. They couldn't stop kissing. Dick has shuffled off their shirts somewhere along the mix as well so that they were chest to chest, skin to skin the way he loved it best. ]

I think I love it. Pancakes cooked by you everyday. As long as you change up what kind of pancakes. Did I tell you that I learned how to make potato pancakes the other day? They weren't bad... I mean, I only burned like two of them... You just use old mashed potatoes. It's really good, actually.

[Laughing, Dick runs his hands down Jason's back to curl and rest on his ass, playing with the soft slope as if it were his own, because in a weird way it is...]

Hotel paintings are the worst, and I thought we'd pick out pictures together. I don't know what kind of art you dig. I mean, I know we like the same kind of music, and we could put up music posters around the kitchen, and in the side room, but in our bedroom, maybe one big painting above the bed or something... Then...

[He tipped his head to the side, and then kissed the edge of Jason's chin, opening his mouth so that he could nom on it a bit before he spoke, playful and teasing, but also loving and cute]

Sheets... maybe some microfiber, they're really soft, or go for the high thread count. They're nice too. Either way, I want something that feels good under our naked bodies, cause we never have to worry about wearing clothes again in our place if we don't want. It's ours. All ours. Jason's and Dick's.