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[Maybe it's this first time, or maybe it would be this way were they to come together any other time. Dick would like to think that he'd easily carry the same mantle that Bruce wields now, and that he'd hold it most responsibly in his hands should their roles ever reverse. Dick has no problem with being that person in power. He prefers it, and has secretly craved it in the past the one that he's worked so hard to turn away from. There's no way of knowing why he chose to allow himself to forego that which he knows for this certain desire with Bruce, this unnatural need that festers within the darker recesses of his being, but he has and he's leaking with it.

Stretching out for Bruce, building himself up like some stacked, crooked Lego tower for the other man's enjoyment is not exactly what Dick expected, but he moves smoothly into the directed position nonetheless. Air catches tightly in his chest like this, the artistry required to breathe is a little more refined. So the huff of air that Dick relinquishes when Bruce takes the toy to the edge of his entrance is louder than it might have been and his voice is deeper as he forces out the words, the ones that begin to really tell the truth of what he desires most. ]

You, nothing but you. I want you to fuck me Bruce. I want your cock inside me after this. Please.

[The last is whispered, and fades away as if Dick's said too much, spoken too much truth-- even though Bruce did demand that Dick speak what he wanted. Dick still hasn't gotten to kiss and taste the whole of the body he wished for. Only a part of it, but he'd settle for being filled by the other man, the one who stands on the precipice of stretching him out, of filling him with a cheap vibrating toy, a true pittance of what Dick really desires.]