[Any other situation would have Dick in perfect control. Even with another man, if ever there were another male to catch Dick's attention he would have taken the role of dominant, whatever that meant in the moment. Never would he debase himself to this level, nor allow any other human on the face of this planet to see him in such a state. It was only Bruce that had Dick not only wanting to do this, but needing it on some deeper level that not even Dick could completely comprehend.
Nightwing stretched his body out for the man who knelt with such authority over him. He craved that soft touch to his face, and as much as he wanted Bruce to be the person to run his fingers along Dick's body, he would do exactly as he was told because that nettled off such a fierce fucking shot of electricity through his system, that he could do no other.
Drawing a line of saliva down from his mouth, Dick generously coated a nipple in it before yanking at it with a tight pinch. The noise that followed was clearly born deep in his gut, from the same twisted desire that moved him to roll over and pull out a box from under the bed. Within the box there were a myriad of toys that Bruce could choose from. Dick and his partners clearly had very little limits in the bedroom. Floggers, leather whips, vibrators of all sizes (although he'd never used one on himself), flavored lubes, wax, things for body painting, handcuffs, and other things of sexual nature, it was a deep trove that Dick kept from all his relationships until now.
With all his proclivities exposed, he pulled out a small slender vibrator and held it up for Bruce's approval. The thought of what he was about to do had his chest expanding with oxygen, and dying to carbon dioxide. All Dick could think about was the fact that he was working himself up for Bruce. This was what he wanted, what he'd daydreamed about the other man doing. Lubricating it up liberally, Dick parted his legs and lowered the phallic shape. ]
I wish this was you touching me. Fuck I want you to touch me, Bruce. This is what I've thought about, dreamed about waking and sleeping.
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Nightwing stretched his body out for the man who knelt with such authority over him. He craved that soft touch to his face, and as much as he wanted Bruce to be the person to run his fingers along Dick's body, he would do exactly as he was told because that nettled off such a fierce fucking shot of electricity through his system, that he could do no other.
Drawing a line of saliva down from his mouth, Dick generously coated a nipple in it before yanking at it with a tight pinch. The noise that followed was clearly born deep in his gut, from the same twisted desire that moved him to roll over and pull out a box from under the bed. Within the box there were a myriad of toys that Bruce could choose from. Dick and his partners clearly had very little limits in the bedroom. Floggers, leather whips, vibrators of all sizes (although he'd never used one on himself), flavored lubes, wax, things for body painting, handcuffs, and other things of sexual nature, it was a deep trove that Dick kept from all his relationships until now.
With all his proclivities exposed, he pulled out a small slender vibrator and held it up for Bruce's approval. The thought of what he was about to do had his chest expanding with oxygen, and dying to carbon dioxide. All Dick could think about was the fact that he was working himself up for Bruce. This was what he wanted, what he'd daydreamed about the other man doing. Lubricating it up liberally, Dick parted his legs and lowered the phallic shape. ]
I wish this was you touching me. Fuck I want you to touch me, Bruce. This is what I've thought about, dreamed about waking and sleeping.