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( he puts to memory this moment — the way dick tastes on his lips as he's buried some number of inches inside him. wrapped in a warmth that makes his head spin and his body crave more. that's the problem with all of this. it's so easy to give into what the body wants, even for someone like him.

a breath leaves him and he ducks his head then. to the crook of dick's neck. lips pressed to warm skin. fingers grip at the sheets around them, his one hand still there on dick's hip, knee pressed into the mattress for balance. it takes him a moment — just a moment — before he's shifting ever-so-slightly against dick... and then he moves. slow and deep. even now, dick's being stretched, just with his cock made of warm flesh instead of a small toy at the behest of bruce. drawing back, then in again, he keeps it slow — buries himself deep, deeper inside dick with every rock of hips against him from behind.

fuck. the animalistic urge to fuck into him without restrain is... overwhelming.

the sound he makes is low and guttural, a snap of his hips happen — sharp — after he shifts a bit to hold better to dick's hip. just barely holding on. )

How's it feel?