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[It's those sounds that wash over Dick's skin and flood his body with a fresh new set of endorphins, one set that sends all his hair to stand on end as everything prickles with a river of pleasure. When it's done by cold air it's never feels quite as wonderful as when done by the darkening voice of one Bruce Wayne. It's like something Dick could reach out and touch, a brush of warm velvet, black silk over his body that he wants to roll around in over and over-- but nothing feels as good as the man himself.

Skipping forward to wind up in those arms, Dick takes Bruce into them and winds himself up close for the time it takes to kiss there in front of the couch. Tasting all the flavors they've shared tonight, food, drinks, one another-- they're all there for the taking when their tongues mix and pulls back and forth. It's Dick's turn to huff a sigh and pull back while he leads them back to his room, and bed.

Crawling up, with his back against the bed, he pulls Bruce with him. He wants the weight of the other male on top of him. He wants to feel their bodies pressed together right now. ]

For you...

[He whispers, barely audibly, but they both know that hearing has never been a problem between them.]

I'm all for you.

[A reminder, not that it's needed, as Dick's mouth greedily takes up whatever it can reach first. Now that they've made it here, he's not shy about where this is headed, and he wants every little piece of Bruce that he can have.]