They reach the bedroom, and Tim doesn't realize right away that there's something different. He's too caught up in Matt's hands, in being pushed backwards onto the bed. The blankets are soft beneath him, and he wonders if he could ever go back to sleeping between sheets that aren't made of silk.

Probably. But he doesn't want to.

"Give me a reason to wear a suit," Tim murmurs, and his hand finds the back of Matt's neck again, pulling him down for a kiss. It's low, but hard, a little bit demanding. The way they often are with each other. "And you can rip it off all you want."

His mouth veers off, kissing along Matt's jaw. That's when he pauses, brow creasing briefly, finding himself unfortunately distracted. "It's... really dark in here."