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[That. That right there is the very heart of it. Dick is always the one in control, and has been since he's split ways from his mentor. Even before then, he'd taken charge of so many nights out alone. He was always so alone, even with an entire team at his back the point of command is always lonely. It was his burden to bear, it was his pleasure to take or make when he was with another person. Giving up even an ounce of control was dangerous in their line of work. The only person he felt an ounce of peace with was Bruce, even if they didn't always communicate well.

There was so much attraction that came from the knowledge that Dick could trust Bruce in ways he couldn't trust another soul. Even if they didn't connect on every level-- there was a thread that lined them up. In Dick's mind, this could never have happened between them if it didn't exist.

Licking eagerly over his lips. Moans slip into the evening air that spins around them, like a spider in her web. Dick can't help it, even if the toy is not what he wants. It touches spaces inside him that nothing has ever touched before, opening him up. He can even catch the briefest glances at something more now and then and he swears that he wants to cry out, to move then, but he doesn't. He won't let himself.

Dick doesn't do anything until Bruce guides him back down. All at once, he bends at the waist and reaches for Bruce. His hand skims over Bruce's stomach and hips. He wants to reign him in for another kiss, but there's that command. He won't even be allowed to face Bruce. It's a bitter pill, but Dick will take it and swallow it down to fill the ache that settles so deep in his loins. It gathers at his cock, and pulls back hard.]

On my knees or across a pillow on my stomach, or do you want me hanging off the bed.

[There are several choices. He glances up into those blue eyes as he asks, biting his lower lip as he does.]