[Trepidation settles around Dick's body. This is as real as it gets. It's his first time with a man, and he's not on the end he ever thought about. He's the one that's going to be face down, that's going to be filled. It's his body that's going to take another person into it. It might be one thing if he knew what Bruce was thinking, that there were positive thoughts in there about how good he was, about how well he took that toy.
The praise might settle the apprehension, but for all Dick knows, this is one more way to release an overwhelming tension. Dick concedes he might even just be a body at this point. It didn't start out that way. Dick swears the night didn't begin like this. They were closer, Bruce allowed for more touching, kissing, thoughts and even minor feelings, but the further this has gone, the more distance he's felt even as he's about to experience one the greatest intimacies there can be between two people.
Taking one of the pillows from the head of the bed, Dick brings it under his stomach. It's enough for him to lay over and prop up his backside. He grabbed the other to hold onto, because he knows it's not going to be easy to start. The toy wasn't, and a cock is going to hurt more. Still he wants it. He wants to feel Bruce's body against his, inside his with nothing between them.
The release of breath catches Dick's attention and he turns to look, watching as fingers glide over Bruce's impressive cock. Dick can still taste the slightly bitter cum on his tongue, still feel how it felt pushing against the back of his throat. ] Bruce.
[It's a tiny plea. A small whisper of desire that's filled with so much more than a simple need. Dick's eyes are alive with the want, the desire he has for the man, and not only his cock, but he'll take what he gets tonight.]
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The praise might settle the apprehension, but for all Dick knows, this is one more way to release an overwhelming tension. Dick concedes he might even just be a body at this point. It didn't start out that way. Dick swears the night didn't begin like this. They were closer, Bruce allowed for more touching, kissing, thoughts and even minor feelings, but the further this has gone, the more distance he's felt even as he's about to experience one the greatest intimacies there can be between two people.
Taking one of the pillows from the head of the bed, Dick brings it under his stomach. It's enough for him to lay over and prop up his backside. He grabbed the other to hold onto, because he knows it's not going to be easy to start. The toy wasn't, and a cock is going to hurt more. Still he wants it. He wants to feel Bruce's body against his, inside his with nothing between them.
The release of breath catches Dick's attention and he turns to look, watching as fingers glide over Bruce's impressive cock. Dick can still taste the slightly bitter cum on his tongue, still feel how it felt pushing against the back of his throat. ] Bruce.
[It's a tiny plea. A small whisper of desire that's filled with so much more than a simple need. Dick's eyes are alive with the want, the desire he has for the man, and not only his cock, but he'll take what he gets tonight.]