[In Dick's mind, he's the one being selfish. He started them down this road and has been leaning into it with a more determined mind from the very beginning. There's no saying exactly when Dick first started thinking about Bruce in this manner, but he knows that tonight wasn't the first time and no matter what words he's spoken, or offers in any further discussion, he knows it won't be the last.
Bodily, Dick uses the strength of his arms to pull Bruce upwards toward him. There's enough power in the cradle of his hands to snap bones. Yet now they are used to bring a man into the circle of Dick's arms. Once Bruce is standing, Dick wraps himself tight up against and around him. It's one thing to have a solid idea of how a man is built beneath his clothing, and it's another whole story to feel the strong, firm press of him completely. ]
I can do both, but I want to know what you want too.
[He begins to use his mouth as a guide, kissing Bruce firmly as he walked back toward his bedroom. Dick's hands yanked every bit of Bruce's turtle neck from those neatly pressed black pants and began to slowly pull it up and over his head so that by the time they reached the doorway, Dick had it up and ready to pop over Bruce's head. Turtlenecks were always a pain to get off. He laughed a little as he pulled, pushing Bruce against the doorway until it was gone.]
Fuck. You look so good. I mean, your body is ... exactly what I thought it would be. I want to touch and taste as much as I can, if that's alright with you.
[Now that Bruce was free, the bruises and marks-- none of them mattered. They matched the scars and marks that Dick had on his own body, only showing their similarities. It made him worry far less about being some tender thing, reminding him what they both could handle. They each were colored by a variety of blossoming colors that all became shades of gray and swallows of blue in the dim twilight of Dick's room. It was back-lit by a glowing blue that came from under his bed and from several bed stands, but that was all the light he needed the majority of the time. ]
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Bodily, Dick uses the strength of his arms to pull Bruce upwards toward him. There's enough power in the cradle of his hands to snap bones. Yet now they are used to bring a man into the circle of Dick's arms. Once Bruce is standing, Dick wraps himself tight up against and around him. It's one thing to have a solid idea of how a man is built beneath his clothing, and it's another whole story to feel the strong, firm press of him completely. ]
I can do both, but I want to know what you want too.
[He begins to use his mouth as a guide, kissing Bruce firmly as he walked back toward his bedroom. Dick's hands yanked every bit of Bruce's turtle neck from those neatly pressed black pants and began to slowly pull it up and over his head so that by the time they reached the doorway, Dick had it up and ready to pop over Bruce's head. Turtlenecks were always a pain to get off. He laughed a little as he pulled, pushing Bruce against the doorway until it was gone.]
Fuck. You look so good. I mean, your body is ... exactly what I thought it would be. I want to touch and taste as much as I can, if that's alright with you.
[Now that Bruce was free, the bruises and marks-- none of them mattered. They matched the scars and marks that Dick had on his own body, only showing their similarities. It made him worry far less about being some tender thing, reminding him what they both could handle. They each were colored by a variety of blossoming colors that all became shades of gray and swallows of blue in the dim twilight of Dick's room. It was back-lit by a glowing blue that came from under his bed and from several bed stands, but that was all the light he needed the majority of the time. ]