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[The more Dick moves, the more he can feel the stretch from Bruce's cock having been inside him. There's still a trail of wetness down his thigh, that's another reminder. Dick knows that he'll be sore in the morning, and he's living for how it feels to know this high, to recall over and over those moments that Bruce had him on the bed, the thickness of Bruce's breath on his neck as he pushed so deeply into Dick's body. The feeling is one that will stay with him for a long time to come. Maybe that will bring awkwardness, or maybe it will draw out some form of intention eventually.

Humming softly, Dick quickly moves around his bed. He's been through the routine so many times that it takes no time at all to change everything, including the mattress pad, and have it military neat for them both to retire to after the showers. Stepping into the bathroom, steam rolls out from the glass doors surrounding the place where Bruce stands letting hot water do it's job.

Not for the first time tonight, it robs Dick of breath. The pale scarred skin is only a sign of hardwork, a masterpiece of imperfections to study for nights on end in Dick's mind. He knows his own skin is much like that, knife & sword marks, even bullet wounds here and there. He watches Bruce for a little bit before opening the door and stepping in.

Moving into Bruce's space, he reaches around him for the soap and places a kiss on his shoulder, tasting the water there. He runs a soapy hand along the other male's midsection, and then around to his back. He doesn't say a word, but works his hands with a practiced ease, massaging muscles where he finds tension, soaping every inch of space, all the way down to the curve of Bruce's cheeks. ]