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It was best that the laughter didn't escape. Dick was finally back to feeling in control. This was still his first time with anyone who wasn't female, and as sure as he wanted to feel, there was still that tiny little voice in his head that said he had no clue what he was doing and an even smaller one that said he had no right to be doing this with Tim of all people. It didn't matter. Dick wanted this, and he wanted this with Tim. He'd put every ounce of expert experience in this area to work for him. There were plenty of similarities, and Dick enjoyed using those to work Tim over.

The need was fierce, and his desire was unbound and almost wild. The raw desperation of it was not something he was used to, and no matter how much he tried to tell himself to get used to it, he didn't know how to. He had feelings and thoughts that couldn't easily be explained away by simple want. Licking his lips as he observed Tim, Dick groaned low and dangerously in his throat. Tim made Dick want to pound into the young man. He didn't want to wait to take his time and work the younger bird open. No, he wanted to fuck him hard and dry. Jesus. Does Tim even have half a clue about what power he holds?

"Fuck me. Tim. You are sex. Give me those fingers, 'cause now you're going to be fucked, because you deserve it. "

He was going to be fucked alright, by fingers and then by Dick's cock. First, Dick took the time he didn't want to take and pushed the leg across from him up and back a little. Looking at the winking entrance, Dick brushed his sticky, wet finger over it. "Look at how you pucker up, fuck baby." He tipped his finger to the back and slipped it inside to the first knuckle. Muscles gripped and pushed at it, forcefully trying to expel the foreign intrusion. Dick fought back, pushing it in and out, adding a little more of the digit each time. It was getting a little more dry, but he was fascinated and loved the addicting feeling of being inside Tim in one way or another.