[It's not so debased as all that; Dick doesn't want the body of his mentor. He's never looked at the man who raised him in this manner. Maybe there's power in the Bat. There's power inherent in the force behind the creature, the man responsible for everything Dick knows. Now that, Dick craves, but not sexually-- at least he doesn't think he does. None of this started until his mentor fell away after attempted suicide and Bruce came into the picture.
It took meetings between them, Dick and Bruce, time to discern the differences and the similarities between what Dick had always known and what was new and obviously different. There was always that power, that keen discernment and that inherent darkness within that crept along and through them both. Having another person understand the skill necessary to want revenge and death and not take it, how could Dick not desire that. It held an undeniable sensuality for Dick and he wanted it. He wanted Bruce.
Holding himself up like this took practice, and skill as any other thing he'd trained for, but Dick did it without wavering. His body balanced precariously as it waited, entrance quivering in anticipation of an intrusion it'd never felt before. When it came, Dick gasped. Not answering Bruce right away. Instead he shut his eyes tight and closed out the world around him, focusing on that one small vibration. ]
Fuck.
[Relaxing his body with the same series of inhales and exhales he would have in a fight, Dick let the toy fill him further and nodded awkwardly against the bed.]
Yes, I wanted you for a while. Bruce. I want you. Maybe after six months of knowing you? More. Give me more, please? Fuck. Please?
[The last thing that Dick had planned on doing was begging, but this wasn't the first time and he knew it wouldn't be the last. If he were to get Bruce to fill him tonight, he'd do almost anything.]
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It took meetings between them, Dick and Bruce, time to discern the differences and the similarities between what Dick had always known and what was new and obviously different. There was always that power, that keen discernment and that inherent darkness within that crept along and through them both. Having another person understand the skill necessary to want revenge and death and not take it, how could Dick not desire that. It held an undeniable sensuality for Dick and he wanted it. He wanted Bruce.
Holding himself up like this took practice, and skill as any other thing he'd trained for, but Dick did it without wavering. His body balanced precariously as it waited, entrance quivering in anticipation of an intrusion it'd never felt before. When it came, Dick gasped. Not answering Bruce right away. Instead he shut his eyes tight and closed out the world around him, focusing on that one small vibration. ]
Fuck.
[Relaxing his body with the same series of inhales and exhales he would have in a fight, Dick let the toy fill him further and nodded awkwardly against the bed.]
Yes, I wanted you for a while. Bruce. I want you. Maybe after six months of knowing you? More. Give me more, please? Fuck. Please?
[The last thing that Dick had planned on doing was begging, but this wasn't the first time and he knew it wouldn't be the last. If he were to get Bruce to fill him tonight, he'd do almost anything.]