[This, this, this! It's what he'd been looking for in that kitchen, back when he'd been feverish enough to try and make it happen. Pinned up against a wall, everything heedlessly kinetic, the only point of interest in the whole universe in that moment.
Part of him wonders what changed. He has one moment--while his back hits the wall with a grunt--to wonder at what exactly rolled over in Robin's mind to cause this.
But then he has no more room to think about it, with the sound of a growl filling his head instead. It's not the precise noise he's used to hearing, but it's close enough. It has the same effect, pulling that certain rumble up out of his throat again to echo it, because it is a sound that is meant to be shared.
It's more perfect than he could have asked for.
When he pushes against Robin, it's not an attempt to get him away. He's bracing himself, sliding one leg up against Robin's and then rolling his spine, an expert little undulation that hoists his back to a slightly higher point up on the wall. Just a few inches, just enough to matter]
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Part of him wonders what changed. He has one moment--while his back hits the wall with a grunt--to wonder at what exactly rolled over in Robin's mind to cause this.
But then he has no more room to think about it, with the sound of a growl filling his head instead. It's not the precise noise he's used to hearing, but it's close enough. It has the same effect, pulling that certain rumble up out of his throat again to echo it, because it is a sound that is meant to be shared.
It's more perfect than he could have asked for.
When he pushes against Robin, it's not an attempt to get him away. He's bracing himself, sliding one leg up against Robin's and then rolling his spine, an expert little undulation that hoists his back to a slightly higher point up on the wall. Just a few inches, just enough to matter]