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Dick had good instincts, and Tim appreciated that he was being cautious in an attempt not to hurt him. He was smaller, tighter, and the whole thing would be a lot more pleasurable if he was stretched out properly. "Yeah," He choked out as the finger pressed into him, thicker than his own. "I wanna ride you." There was just a hint of embarrassment in admitting it, even with everything they'd done already. It felt demanding to be telling Dick exactly what he wanted, but there were plenty of reasons why it would be good to start things out that way.

"Nn, ah!" His back arched dramatically when Dick crooked his fingers and brushed against the bundle of nerves inside of him. The older vigilante might not have done this with another man before, but he didn't seem to be having much trouble in figuring it all out. It made Tim all the more eager to actually have Dick fuck him, to know what it was like to fully connect their bodies in the most intimate way.

His blunt nails pressed into Dick's triceps, trying to hold on for dear life. "God, Dick." Tim mewled, tightening around the fingers that fucked him. "You're the only person who I want to fuck me. Just you, I promise." Of course he would only moan Dick's name. He was barely even able to register that anyone else existed, and Dick hadn't even put his cock in him yet. He could only imagine how good it would feel to have his prostate pounded into by someone he cared so much for. A high unlike any other.

It was only a few more minutes before he was all out whining, looking up at the other man with shiny, pleading blue eyes. "Please, Dick. I need you to fuck me. I can't take it anymore." He didn't care how pathetic he sounded, he genuinely felt like he might die if he didn't get fucked soon.