There's an awful lot of breathin' room, but I can hardly move

[One more day, and night-- Not that Dick is actually holding his breath to the extra night. He's keeping the day. He's keeping Bruce to his word for this day. He hopes. He understands the job and that's why things got hectic with that last little bit of pleasure, but Dick enjoyed it still, even with Alfred calling in and checking on Bruce in the middle of them having sex.

Feeling a little more content in what's gone on. Dick can only smile softly down at Bruce. It's a rather cozy bed, even if he knows he's squishing the other man slightly. They're both muscular in their own ways, and each would be hard pressed if it came to a press of strength between them-- that's the only reason Dick can do this. He likes being able to kiss here and there across Bruce's chest, and have his hair pressed out of the way.

That, and like always to fall deep into those blue eyes -- the ones that say everything and nothing all at once. They make his heart tick like mad. Dick wonders how long it's going to take for him to fall for those eyes, and laughs at himself. ]

You are very tempting, so I'm trying hard to make it tempting to leave. Plus, what else is there to do besides laze in a bath and have sex there, or on a couch, or in a kitchen, or a patio. The bed is the most comfortable place.