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[With that bout of praise, and Bruce's body finally, finally giving into all that it wants, all that Dick wants, not to mention desperately needs. The vigilante begins to focus on the angle of the hips that strive to fuck him deep into the pillow that he lays across. It only takes one shift of a leg, and suddenly Dick's world is spinning. He cries out loudly when a force flashes across his vision dragging him up from being selfishly taken, to swallowing down every beat against his body with a force of his own body back.]

Oh god, like that. Don't stop. Fuck, fuck me. Yes. So fucking good.

[Tossing his head back, Dick takes the lips, the bites and whatever else moves across his neck and back cries out Bruce's name so that it echoes around the room with the profane beating of their bodies. Nothing could ever make him feel this way again. Bruce reached inside and pulled something from Dick that no one had ever reached before, he filled in every empty crevice and sealed every crack, finally brokering it over with a physically exhausting pleasure that tore the oxygen from Dick's lungs. ]

You fill me up so good, fuck, don't stop. I'll come. I'll come for you.

[It was so close, Dick could feel the hardness of his dick against the pillow as Bruce slammed into him. He'd slide back and then push against that pillow, hollowing out a groove in the case for his own cock to harness. Time and again, back and forth, his prostate and then his cock, both wet and damning him to an orgasm he wanted to hold onto. Suddenly his body tightened, breath quickened and Dick cried out, spilling out rivulets of his cum all over the pillow.] Fuck, I'm coming. Bruce. Fuck. God Fuck me.