( there he goes again with the beautiful talk. it's not enough to pull bruce from the moment — to pull him away from dick. it's just... funny. in a way. nothing that makes him laugh, just. makes him pause. if even for a moment. )
You like to talk a lot.
( words he murmurs against warm skin as he curls a set of fingers around the man's cock. )
That's not a bad thing. ( he clarifies. ) Just something I've noticed.
( it helps when bruce seems to be the more quiet one between them. helps to have someone fill the silence he so often lets himself get lost in and keep him there. present. if even to be given hums and looks for a response. it's still something. still a means to communicate with him.
he strokes dick there between his legs. watches the way he grows hard and eager there in his hand. his experience with this lacks just a touch, but. he knows enough of what to do. had watched the way dick had taken the plunge and swallowed him over and over again. he knows what he likes and can only offer something similar to dick, so. he does. intend to, that is. because he cares. that in itself still... new. like this. so much of this between them these number of hours they've spent together.
gently, he brushes the pad of his thumb over the head. stilling it there. slowly rubbing circles around it while he lazily watches the other man from between his legs. only after a moment does he lean in. slow. and drags his tongue over in place of his thumb. watching dick the entire time he does. tasting him. licking him. as lazy as a cat almost. )
[This time he meant it in every single way it sounded, and Dick couldn't help himself. He's laying there with a man that takes his breath away, hovering over him and the words that are there bubble up and fall from his lips. He could have been silent and huffed his way through it, or only said what he was thinking with touch-- which is how it might have gone before the pit, but since even before then Dick has been trying to prove that he's not his mentor. He's not as closed down emotionally, and that he can speak his mind when he wants to.
Dick has fucked up so much before, and the man that his mentor turned him into wasn't the person that Dick had been. It was a vigilante of his mentor's making. Now that Dick is solid in who he is, and what he stands for with and without the rules, he can enjoy this relationship with someone so very different from his mentor, even if they have quite a few similarities, but also a heap of differences. There are more and more than Dick finds every second that he spends with Bruce.
He rolls his fingers through Bruce's hair and curls a lock around his finger. ]
I've been trying to talk more. Didn't used to talk so much. [There's a small space of time, and then Bruce touches him...
Fuck. I hope you don't expect me to be quiet during this..
[It doesn't matter how they communicate; they've been learning and Bruce does speak when it's particularly important, and sometimes merely to joke around. Perhaps he doesn't always say the things that matter, maybe he speaks around them, but Dick's learning the subtext and how to interpret that in a way that's meaningful. It a thing that's come with being in close proximity for over twenty-four hours now.
Whatever experience is lacking when it comes to physical experiences doesn't matter much to Dick. He had no experience when it came to taking Bruce in his mouth, he'd never been with a male prior to coming into this in much of any way. All that Dick knows is that it matters that Bruce is the person touching him, hovering over him, and it has Dick's body tightening and growing to full length with only a few strokes. The idea of having Bruce's mouth on him is enough for Dick.
Lifting his head up, he pillows his head on one of his hands, trying to see more and is enthralled by watching every little tiny step. The heat in Dick's eyes sharpens and sets little flares across his body while he watches Bruce watching him back. The curiosity, the deep seated need to suss out Dick's every little needy whimper, sharp inhale and twist of head and curse with each new touch, drives Dick further under this spell Bruce has cast. Dark orbs take in Bruce and his icy blue eyes when they meet again, only falling away when Bruce finally does give in and lick over Dick's cock. It's then and only then that Dick gives up and falls back with a long and fully satisfied moan. ]
Fuck. Bruce... God. Yes.
sorry for the delay on this. had to get back into the smut brain.
( over the course of however many hours they'll have been together, this will have been the most sexually active he's been so back-to-back to the point where even he's a little in disbelief. granted, it's dick and his first time sexually with another man, but. even then. this has all been an indulgence he never thought he would let himself have and it begs the question of whether or not he'll be tapped out for a number of weeks or months after all this between them.
who's to say? he sure as hell doesn't have an answer for it.
dick seems to. have an answer to his tongue, that is. sounds leaving him that twist some part of him up within the pit of bruce's stomach and encourages him further.
mouth wet on the man's cock, there's a wet little pop that can be heard when he pulls away a bit, fingers stroking thick flesh lazily as he licks over his lips. gives himself a second. delays it a little longer as a means to playfully tease dick there. )
You're going to come before I even get to see what you're capable of.
( it's a gentle sort of attempt at chiding, but. he doesn't really mean it. if dick wants to come right this very second, he can. something about all this lacks the dominance he'd fallen into earlier. not to say that he isn't above taking control of the situation, just. he's being a little more lazy this time around. taking his time, as it were. something they've seemed to struggle with, likely to all of this being very raw and new.
a tilt of his head, blue eyes flick their gaze back up to dick and he pumps that cock a little quicker. a little more firmly there in his hand. )
[[ooc: Yeah, I've had troubles having Dick brain, and smut mode. Couple of doctors are switching up drugs on me all at once, so I'm super foggy brain. So, forgive if this goes in some odd direction or if words get too repetitive. I try, I try!!! There's love behind it. That's all I know. <3 PS, you know I found out there are people (or at least a person) actively tracking and reading this thread? eeek. it scares me a little now. ha]
[It's not like Dick has never felt a pair of lips around his cock before, never felt the glistening warmth of someone's mouth as they savored the weight of his tip, sampling the bitter flavor of his come while he laid back and grappled with their hair. Dick's been through this experience, but it's different when it comes to Bruce. It's all different when it comes to Bruce and that's the point, isn't it?
The fingers that brush back that pretty hair so Dick can gaze at the mouth as it rounds out slightly when Bruce opens up to take in Dick's tip, hold on tight until he lifts back. Dick puffs out a heated round of air, suffering another gasp at that tiny pop, so indignant in its half promise. The thought that what comes off, might come back-- but instead there are playful teasing words. ]
No, I don't think so. I think I'm good.
[There's no way Dick's going to come right this second, or even in the next thirty, or sixty seconds. He's got quite a bit of stamina built up in him. They've gotten off twice already, and Dick is ready for this one. There might be a hard cock standing tall against his stomach, glistening with all the thoughts of what Bruce can and might do to it, but it's going to stand the test of time if Dick has any say. He's going to try at least.
The fingers around it feel like fate. He's felt them already, and knows the calm death they bring. Inhaling deep, Dick shakes his head.]
No matter if I go now or later, I want to go with you inside me no matter what. I want to feel you again. Bruce. I want to come with you pushing your cock as deep inside me as you can, but this time I want you facing me. I want to wrap my legs high around your back and show you how flexible I can be, and how deep you can go.
[The hell with mincing words, it's hard to think of anything else when Bruce is there holding his cock hostage.] Suck me, and then fuck me, but please, fuck me. I-- please.
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You like to talk a lot.
( words he murmurs against warm skin as he curls a set of fingers around the man's cock. )
That's not a bad thing. ( he clarifies. ) Just something I've noticed.
( it helps when bruce seems to be the more quiet one between them. helps to have someone fill the silence he so often lets himself get lost in and keep him there. present. if even to be given hums and looks for a response. it's still something. still a means to communicate with him.
he strokes dick there between his legs. watches the way he grows hard and eager there in his hand. his experience with this lacks just a touch, but. he knows enough of what to do. had watched the way dick had taken the plunge and swallowed him over and over again. he knows what he likes and can only offer something similar to dick, so. he does. intend to, that is. because he cares. that in itself still... new. like this. so much of this between them these number of hours they've spent together.
gently, he brushes the pad of his thumb over the head. stilling it there. slowly rubbing circles around it while he lazily watches the other man from between his legs. only after a moment does he lean in. slow. and drags his tongue over in place of his thumb. watching dick the entire time he does. tasting him. licking him. as lazy as a cat almost. )
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Dick has fucked up so much before, and the man that his mentor turned him into wasn't the person that Dick had been. It was a vigilante of his mentor's making. Now that Dick is solid in who he is, and what he stands for with and without the rules, he can enjoy this relationship with someone so very different from his mentor, even if they have quite a few similarities, but also a heap of differences. There are more and more than Dick finds every second that he spends with Bruce.
He rolls his fingers through Bruce's hair and curls a lock around his finger. ]
I've been trying to talk more. Didn't used to talk so much. [There's a small space of time, and then Bruce touches him...
Fuck. I hope you don't expect me to be quiet during this..
[It doesn't matter how they communicate; they've been learning and Bruce does speak when it's particularly important, and sometimes merely to joke around. Perhaps he doesn't always say the things that matter, maybe he speaks around them, but Dick's learning the subtext and how to interpret that in a way that's meaningful. It a thing that's come with being in close proximity for over twenty-four hours now.
Whatever experience is lacking when it comes to physical experiences doesn't matter much to Dick. He had no experience when it came to taking Bruce in his mouth, he'd never been with a male prior to coming into this in much of any way. All that Dick knows is that it matters that Bruce is the person touching him, hovering over him, and it has Dick's body tightening and growing to full length with only a few strokes. The idea of having Bruce's mouth on him is enough for Dick.
Lifting his head up, he pillows his head on one of his hands, trying to see more and is enthralled by watching every little tiny step. The heat in Dick's eyes sharpens and sets little flares across his body while he watches Bruce watching him back. The curiosity, the deep seated need to suss out Dick's every little needy whimper, sharp inhale and twist of head and curse with each new touch, drives Dick further under this spell Bruce has cast. Dark orbs take in Bruce and his icy blue eyes when they meet again, only falling away when Bruce finally does give in and lick over Dick's cock. It's then and only then that Dick gives up and falls back with a long and fully satisfied moan. ]
Fuck. Bruce... God. Yes.
sorry for the delay on this. had to get back into the smut brain.
who's to say? he sure as hell doesn't have an answer for it.
dick seems to. have an answer to his tongue, that is. sounds leaving him that twist some part of him up within the pit of bruce's stomach and encourages him further.
mouth wet on the man's cock, there's a wet little pop that can be heard when he pulls away a bit, fingers stroking thick flesh lazily as he licks over his lips. gives himself a second. delays it a little longer as a means to playfully tease dick there. )
You're going to come before I even get to see what you're capable of.
( it's a gentle sort of attempt at chiding, but. he doesn't really mean it. if dick wants to come right this very second, he can. something about all this lacks the dominance he'd fallen into earlier. not to say that he isn't above taking control of the situation, just. he's being a little more lazy this time around. taking his time, as it were. something they've seemed to struggle with, likely to all of this being very raw and new.
a tilt of his head, blue eyes flick their gaze back up to dick and he pumps that cock a little quicker. a little more firmly there in his hand. )
Do you want to come like this?
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[It's not like Dick has never felt a pair of lips around his cock before, never felt the glistening warmth of someone's mouth as they savored the weight of his tip, sampling the bitter flavor of his come while he laid back and grappled with their hair. Dick's been through this experience, but it's different when it comes to Bruce. It's all different when it comes to Bruce and that's the point, isn't it?
The fingers that brush back that pretty hair so Dick can gaze at the mouth as it rounds out slightly when Bruce opens up to take in Dick's tip, hold on tight until he lifts back. Dick puffs out a heated round of air, suffering another gasp at that tiny pop, so indignant in its half promise. The thought that what comes off, might come back-- but instead there are playful teasing words. ]
No, I don't think so. I think I'm good.
[There's no way Dick's going to come right this second, or even in the next thirty, or sixty seconds. He's got quite a bit of stamina built up in him. They've gotten off twice already, and Dick is ready for this one. There might be a hard cock standing tall against his stomach, glistening with all the thoughts of what Bruce can and might do to it, but it's going to stand the test of time if Dick has any say. He's going to try at least.
The fingers around it feel like fate. He's felt them already, and knows the calm death they bring. Inhaling deep, Dick shakes his head.]
No matter if I go now or later, I want to go with you inside me no matter what. I want to feel you again. Bruce. I want to come with you pushing your cock as deep inside me as you can, but this time I want you facing me. I want to wrap my legs high around your back and show you how flexible I can be, and how deep you can go.
[The hell with mincing words, it's hard to think of anything else when Bruce is there holding his cock hostage.] Suck me, and then fuck me, but please, fuck me. I-- please.