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[Joy was something that still littered Dick's life. He'd learned to temper the darkness with it, fighting his own demons for years. It was one of the many differences, and advantages that Dick held over Bruce. Young as Nightwing still was, his experience even with the youngest members of his titans had already spanned four years. It didn't cross his thoughts now, but maybe in the future when problems arose he might consider it.

Currently, it was only Bruce that Dick could focus on. His mentor was gone, and this man remained. The gentleness of touch sparks something within that makes his eyes turn careful and soft, his skin prickle with gooseflesh.]

Bruce. mn. Ah...

[Need is tight, and all he can do is wrap his tongue around the other man's name in a way he grows more and more accustomed to saying. Swallowing down the fluttering in his stomach that threatens the situation, he nods and reaches out to run his digits through the stray bits of hair that he's come to enjoy deeply. It's overtly sexy the way it curtains those desperately blue eyes that see straight through to Dick's soul.

Nestling back, Dick reaches in to suck up light red spots down the line of Dick's neck, savoring the flavor as he moves to his collar line. Closing his mouth over the bone, he pulls deeper here, enough to break capillaries, leaving behind something darker that tastes more like copper and skin.

One of Dick's hands slips downwards, and cups at Bruce's ass while Nightwing's mouth works. He brings their hips together so that he can feel what it's like to know another man this closely. A groan escapes against skin and Dick glances up at Bruce, a second before he leans in for another deeply needed kiss.]