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[Feeling the stopgap in the kiss, Dick runs a hand along the side of Bruce's thigh, and then moves it around to linger more toward the center, fingers curling inward. He doesn't push anything further. He said that it was Bruce's choice and Dick meant it. They both had rights in this -- whatever this was, and while the night hadn't ended, it was closer to sunrise than it had been so many hours before when all this had started.

A lot of things had grown softer, more intimate after the sex. It was easy and gentle, but that could be a lot harder.

A laugh, and he noses back. ]

I'm not a dog, and who says I'll mess the sheets this time. [a beat] There's more sheets where these came from. Always more.

[There's an allusion to more beyond a kiss, but it could also be only a kiss. Dick plays his lips upward, still light and soft, brushes this way and that, teasing the offering of so much more-- of all that Bruce knows rests just beyond the surface of their plush exterior.]