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[This time he meant it in every single way it sounded, and Dick couldn't help himself. He's laying there with a man that takes his breath away, hovering over him and the words that are there bubble up and fall from his lips. He could have been silent and huffed his way through it, or only said what he was thinking with touch-- which is how it might have gone before the pit, but since even before then Dick has been trying to prove that he's not his mentor. He's not as closed down emotionally, and that he can speak his mind when he wants to.

Dick has fucked up so much before, and the man that his mentor turned him into wasn't the person that Dick had been. It was a vigilante of his mentor's making. Now that Dick is solid in who he is, and what he stands for with and without the rules, he can enjoy this relationship with someone so very different from his mentor, even if they have quite a few similarities, but also a heap of differences. There are more and more than Dick finds every second that he spends with Bruce.

He rolls his fingers through Bruce's hair and curls a lock around his finger. ]

I've been trying to talk more. Didn't used to talk so much. [There's a small space of time, and then Bruce touches him...

Fuck. I hope you don't expect me to be quiet during this..

[It doesn't matter how they communicate; they've been learning and Bruce does speak when it's particularly important, and sometimes merely to joke around. Perhaps he doesn't always say the things that matter, maybe he speaks around them, but Dick's learning the subtext and how to interpret that in a way that's meaningful. It a thing that's come with being in close proximity for over twenty-four hours now.

Whatever experience is lacking when it comes to physical experiences doesn't matter much to Dick. He had no experience when it came to taking Bruce in his mouth, he'd never been with a male prior to coming into this in much of any way. All that Dick knows is that it matters that Bruce is the person touching him, hovering over him, and it has Dick's body tightening and growing to full length with only a few strokes. The idea of having Bruce's mouth on him is enough for Dick.

Lifting his head up, he pillows his head on one of his hands, trying to see more and is enthralled by watching every little tiny step. The heat in Dick's eyes sharpens and sets little flares across his body while he watches Bruce watching him back. The curiosity, the deep seated need to suss out Dick's every little needy whimper, sharp inhale and twist of head and curse with each new touch, drives Dick further under this spell Bruce has cast. Dark orbs take in Bruce and his icy blue eyes when they meet again, only falling away when Bruce finally does give in and lick over Dick's cock. It's then and only then that Dick gives up and falls back with a long and fully satisfied moan. ]

Fuck. Bruce... God. Yes.