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[Whatever drug it is that has seeped into Dick's system, he's slowly drowning in his addiction as it grows deeper minute by minute. Does it feel mutual, could it ever be mutual. Does he even deserve it? They are all question without direct answers. All he knows is that he holds out his arm, ready for infusion-- taking any and all direct deposits by whatever means they come, and this time he's not disappointed.

How could he be with the way Bruce lays his hands over Dick's stomach, muscles tremble and then harden beneath that gentle touch. Dick succumbs to another round of nuzzling, which he could linger here doing all night. The tenderness and closeness it maintains between them is to a degree that Dick isn't certain he's ever kept at this level with any other person he's been intimate with for this length of time. It's new and different and creates a brand new story between them never told before.

Their tongues connect and Dick doesn't back down from his own beginning obsession tossed about between them during this new hearkening of their mouths, he presses himself higher in the bed, raising up on his knees so that his hands can slide down the shoulders of Bruce's robe, knocking it back and partially away. He continues to stay as close as needed for nudging, but he wants more of Bruce on the bed-- this edge is difficult for his hands to continue the paths they want, the new exploration they desire at the pace they wish. ]

They are yours.

[His eyes hold tight the weight of Bruce's knowing gaze.]