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( the fact that dick goes out of his way to grab the phone — to put it up there against his ear while he still works the both of them with his hand... shit. unexpected and it shows in the way bruce looks to him. cheeks flushed and lips parted.

it takes him a second or two to find the will to muster up some semblance of composure so that he can answer in a way that isn't laced with a moan, but. he does it. all while eyeing the other man. )

Yeah. I'm fine. With Dick.

( nails dig into the nape of the other man's neck as he says his name. almost as if chiding him for putting him in this situation.

another second, eyes fall shut. lips part. a soundless moan leaving him, face scrunched up to show it. he's not going to last much longer and he's not so sure he wants to anyways. )

Be in touch later.

( call ended, he reaches up and takes the phone. drops it down to the bed. then pulls dick in close by the neck and kisses him. hard. sharply, he nips his bottom lip. again, as if to chide. a tip of his head back, lips brush over his nose instead, eyes on him despite their wanting to close. )

Dick.

( whether or not he's merely saying his name or calling him such a thing, well. who is to say. )