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Tim was a little reluctant to let go of the fingers, but he did, a small thread of saliva connecting them to his mouth. There was a smug look on his face when he saw how wild Dick looked, how bad the older man wanted to fuck him. His eyelashes fluttered again, swollen lips parted so he could pant softly. His own desire was written all over his face, something rare for the usual stoic Tim Drake. Dick just seemed to bring out all sorts of things in him.

The flush on Tim's body deepened again when Dick took such a close look at his ass, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. A soft sound was pulled from him when that finger pressed into him. Saliva wasn't quite enough to keep it lubricated. It wasn't a bad feeling, really, but it did remind him that Dick wasn't used to fucking men. He pressed a hand against the older man's shoulder, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips.

"Saliva is fine with fingers but when you... actually use your cock to fuck me, we're going to need lotion or lube or something, okay? Otherwise I could get hurt." His voice was gentle, not scolding but merely informing him. He knew that Dick wouldn't want to hurt him. It would be a long time before they had sex again if Tim ended up torn up inside. Dick was in control, was going to decide everything but--Tim was the one who had experience with other men. Might as well share the information. He just had to hope Dick wasn't going to get offended or overthink things.