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( he follows dick only after a moment of staying back, looking to the mess that is the other man's bed and already replaying everything over in his head. intoxicating. that's how it felt — how dick felt both around him and beneath him. the way it felt to be buried so deeply inside the other man and feel the way muscles moved against his own. part of him wonders if it's been wrong to deny himself such a feeling — such an intimacy with another for as long as he has, but. more often than not, the things he wants aren't necessarily things he can have. or so he believes.

standing there in the doorway of the en-suite, he nods to the other man when the shower starts up — when he says he intends to fix the bed first. )

Thanks.

( a word soft on his lips, it's with a gentle tilt of his head in dick's direction as he goes. he's trying to think of ways to not have this be awkward between them, but. he's slipping back into the socially inept bruce wayne now that his cock isn't buried inside the other man. again, he lets himself think about that for just a moment before he takes it upon himself to step into the shower and leave dick to tending to the bed.

maybe he can wash those nagging thoughts away under the warmth of the water that cascades down his pale, scarred skin. )