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As it stood, Dick didn't mind the extra knowledge that Tim had or being guided by the younger man. He probably wouldn't have survived the entire experience without the gentle hand and prodding. Tim might have blushed or been embarrassed at times, but no matter how confident Dick seemed, he ran with his stomach choking him through half of this. He was waiting to make the wrong move, to hurt Tim, or to do something wrong.

Tim's cries partially surprise Dick. He knew that the prostate existed and that it was supposed to feel fucking good, but he had no idea if he'd manage to find it. It was a hope but not an expectation. The fact that his fingers ran softly along the tiny raised gland had the first Robin trying to find it repeatedly. That sound was sheer brutal ecstasy. If he continued at this rate, Dick wasn't sure he'd even last a couple of minutes once they did make it to the point of being joined together.

It might become an embarrassment, a discredit to his name, and so he was relieved when they both broke down and dissolved into the chords of absolute need that they did. Looking into Tim's eyes, Dick knew that he could only do one thing. Rolling about, he moved with Tim. "Climb on top of me. I want to feel you. Take all the time you need, but I want to be inside you before I lose it out here. You sound so beautiful, so filthy, and perfect. I want to know what it's like, Tim. Please." Now it was Dick's turn to beg, to show how much he desired and needed the other man.