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[Hearing the other side of the story, Dick breathes slightly easier. He wishes he'd not sped through things so quickly, but the hunger was there and he was almost certain this was the thing that was going to tear them apart. Dick has been there. He knows what those phone calls mean, and no matter how many times you promise that person you're with that you'll stay, you end up walking away for work. Work is what you're devoted to, married to.

Dick is trying not to be that person anymore, but he knows that Bruce isn't there. He hasn't found the people that killed his parents, hasn't found all the monsters that haunt him so greedily and doesn't understand what it means when a person is devoted to him like this. Not to mention he hasn't died and come back to life.

Let's hope that one never comes true. Dick tosses his head back and shivers into Dick's final words. When mouths rebound against another, Dick gives in. He doesn't care anymore. This is his life and he will give it to who he wants to. He slows down his hand a tick, and takes a breath, rubbing up and down. Dick twines his legs up with Bruce, and lets go of their pricks so that he can effectively rub his cock against Bruce's where it sits against his body.]

I thought you were leaving. I need you. So bad. Come with me.