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[It costs nothing for Dick to draw his hands forward and push back at the coat that Bruce is wearing. Whatever his verbal acknowledgement ends up being, Dick hopes to award himself with at least this much. There's a tip of humbled eagerness, a dichotomy in the way he brushes his nose back-- edging along Bruce's cheek after to tip up his chin so that Dick's mouth can blush small kisses against the long line of Bruce's neck.

He hums softly against the skin given to him. Inhaling the moment and leaning on his senses to memorize it in every minute detail possible. ]

Tonight.

[Muttered against tender, giving flesh, the acceptance isn't exactly what's being asked or spoken on. Silently, Dick can acknowledge all that he yearns for and yet knows what he's libel to gain if he asks for more. They've talked about beyond this, and Dick understands that Bruce thinks he deserves better than what can happen. So he doesn't bother to speak another word, but merely licks over the skin that's open to him, knowing that he will still give his entirety to this one night.]