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I'm right here. ( words he offers genuinely against those lips. ) About to come with you.

( because he is and he had. cleared the day and asked— told dick to do the same. there hadn't been any real plans involved in deciding that — that he would spend another day with the man rubbing their cocks together here on the bed, but. it seemed like a good idea at the time. a spontaneous one but still something some part of him wanted. even if, come night, he'll need to don his other suit and take off. skipping last night was already asking too much of him. at least to bruce. alfred, on the other hand, would suggest he do it more.

take the night off. not... this. with dick. that... anyways.

their foreheads touch as they have so many times over the course of the night and he swallows. parched. needing this thirst he feels quenched by dick and the orgasm he can feel himself seconds away from giving into. he cradles dick's face with that hand slipping away from his neck. looks into his eyes with his own bright blue. and stares to him in a way he hadn't been able to last night, what with dick face down on the bed, relentlessly taking him from behind. for as dirty and filthy as the sex had been last night in the moment, this one right here, feels so much more intimate than last night had been and instead of shying away from it, he holds himself there. with dick. looking into those eyes.

at least, until he can't anymore. until his orgasm hits him with such a force that he can't stare to him — can't keep his composure there slotted so tightly against one another and the sound he makes is a low growl of a moan, gasp to leave him seconds after as he spills himself across dick's cock. his stomach. the sheets. a mess he paints in thick ropes of cum. )