Tim didn't have to be a greater detective than Batman to be able to tell that Dick was pushing back against his hands. It was pretty obvious what he wanted. He was a little hesitant, because he still had some self-preservation instincts despite what some people believed, but he wanted to be good. Wanted to be the best. The next time Dick's hips pushed upwards, Tim didn't stop him. His eyelashes fluttered dramatically as he allowed himself to gag, to choke on the girth of the cock pushing down his throat. Tears slid down his cheeks, and he was drooling all over the place, but fuck if giving up any sense of power over the situation didn't turn him on that much more.
Every word of praise, the way his name sounded coming from his mentor's lips, it all sent jolts straight to his tip. He was throbbing in his boxers, a small wet spot forming from the sheer amount of precome leaking out of him. He wasn't even being touched but it hardly seemed to matter. Embarrassingly, if he tried to, he could probably come just from gagging on Dick's cock. Tim moaned like a whore around him, adding even more vibrations into the mix as he did so.
God, was he even going to be able to talk the next day? It didn't seem to matter. He pushed himself harder, made his head bob faster as he swallowed desperately. Tim was starting to get a lightheaded from the lack of proper oxygen, but somehow even that just added to how good he felt. Like he was floating, not a care in the world as fuzzy black spots appeared before his pretty blue eyes. The only thing on his mind, the only thing that mattered, was getting Dick to come down his throat. The rest of the world could have crumbled around them and Tim wouldn't have noticed.
No matter how much Dick wanted to fuck those beautiful lips, and that sovereign cavity, currently so wet and working him over with such absolute completion, Dick didn't expect for Tim to let go the way he did. When the younger male began to gag and Dick's hips melted through the point of no return, he gasped, slightly shocked at it all and lost to the way it made him feel. Never before had anyone given him this type of power, because it was nothing but reigns of power Dick held now. The ultimate reigns of power to his devastating pleasure.
"Fuck, oh gods, Tim. TIM." Dick moaned the young male's name over and over as a mantra every single time his cock hit the back of Tim's throat. Dick was careful to pull back now and then so that there was space for Tim to suck up air through his nose. He didn't want the other to fall too far gone. Feeling Tim moan around Dick's cock only made it pulse with ecstasy. Dick knew that he wouldn't last too much longer with treatment like this. Rubbing his fingers around in Tim's hair, he watched as his cock disappeared completely with every complete thrust of his hips.
"Jesus you're so fucking good at this. I've never had anyone do this like this.." Dick moaned the words out, choking them out himself as he tried hard to hold onto his orgasm, edging himself for a little bit. This was far too good to let it end too soon, or let a drop of it go to waste.
"Shit, shit. Fuck. Tim. I'm gonna come. Fuck yes. like that.." Dick noticed for one second the glaze over Tim's eyes, but he didn't have but a second to see it before his own eyes shut tight and he thrust forward tightly, damning himself to hell. He pulled on that beautiful hair at the same time and knew that he bruised the back of Tim's throat as his body spilled pure white come in long streams over and over. Crying out, Dick didn't think it'd ever stop. Finally, he let go completely, and pulled Tim back, making sure he was alright.
More than anything, Tim had wanted to see what it would look like when Dick came apart. He'd spent so much time fantasizing about it. What a pity it was that he'd missed his chance to see it, barely opened eyes glazed over and tears sliding down his cheeks. His chest seized up when Dick grabbed for his hair and thrust the rest of the way down his throat. He choked as the come poured down his throat, doing his best to swallow but still struggling. Tim was no expert in this, as much as he was trying to act like it.
The moment that his hair was let go of, he pulled himself backwards and gulped down air in between a few soft coughs. It took a few rough breaths to get himself back together again. Almost immediately Tim rest his cheek against one of Dick's thighs, eyes shut as he tried to regain his sense of self. He'd never pushed himself that hard for anyone before, and he knew he'd do it all over again without a hint of hesitation if he was asked to. Which was a little dangerous, but anyone that knew him was well aware of his lack of self preservation instincts.
As his eyes slid back open again, he looked a little less distant. Just turned his adoring gaze up to Dick and offered him a smile as he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. His lips were still red, and he didn't even want to attempt to talk because he was sure it would hurt. But Tim looked absolutely blissful, despite the fact that he hadn't actually gotten any physical pleasure for himself. For some reason that he couldn't quite place, it wasn't even that important to him at the moment. He could worry about it later.
Tim found himself just wanting to be close to Dick. It wasn't a normal thought for him, not with anyone, so it did come as a bit of a surprise. Then again, no one had ever gotten him so close to falling into subspace before.
The very moment that Dick realized exactly how badly he fucked Tim up, he panicked slightly. He'd never done anything like that before. Sure, he'd had someone deep throat him, but he'd never forced it or pushed the person beyond their comfort level-- which is something he'd done here. Seeing the dampness that had left long lines on the deserts of Tim's cheeks, Dick immediately captured them and kissed the signs of his harshness away.
It took time for Dick to realize that there was a deep welling undercurrent of absolute peace that feathered itself around the young man. Dick might have abused him, but there was no fear or terror on Tim's features. Dick let out a shaky breath and inhaled a few times. Letting himself enjoy the relaxation that came with the type of out-of-this-world orgasm that he had Dick pulled the younger up close.
Without saying a word, Dick licked up a bit of come from the corner of Tim's lip, humming softly after. He'd accidentally got his come on his fingers before, but he certainly never licked it off. This was one for the record books. "You. You are something else. That was the most wonderful thing anyone has ever done for me, Tim. I don't ever want you to push yourself beyond what you're comfortable with. Always feel free to tap out, and red can be a code word for stopping, yellow means you're getting close, okay? I don't want to get to a place where you could be hurt."
Lips brushed carefully over swollen lips, and Dick nuzzled Tim's face softly. He wanted the other so much, still that he could feel his cock throb even though it was so completely spent. Kissing along Tim's collar, Dick sucked up a small mark and then another. He wanted Tim to know that this meant something to him, that Tim meant something to him. He wanted to leave marks that the other could look back on and remember this moment by.
His eyelashes fluttered again when his cheeks were kissed, content to let Dick spoil him with affection. The praise had Tim floating even higher, warmed by the knowledge that no one else had ever been as good. He nodded in a show that he was listening and understood what was necessary to stop something if he felt it was going too far. As overwhelming as the whole thing had been, there was no doubt in his mind that if he had tried to put a stop to something, Dick would've listened. He trusted him completely. Tim just wasn't that great at recognizing his own needs.
He resettled on the older vigilante's lap when he was pulled close, trying not to be too instant on his own pleasure. His cock throbbed almost violently in his boxer briefs, but he didn't get the impression that Dick was done with him just yet. But even if he was, Tim wasn't going to say anything. So he practiced his well honed self control and just gently traced his fingertips along any scars along the older man's chest, quietly appreciating them. Scars meant hurt, but they also meant survival.
Dick sucked dark bruises onto his skin and Tim moaned faintly in response. He was sure he would spend the next several days pressing his fingers against them and remembering everything that occurred between the two of them. Being marked had never bothered him any--quite the opposite, actually. He'd always wanted to be someone worth possessing. The way that Dick touched him, lavished him with attention that was both sweet and lascivious, made him feel special.
Tim waited until Dick pulled back from giving him a hickey and turned his head to press a kiss against the other's cheek. Hopefully a silent way of letting him know both that he was okay and that he was pleased with what had happened. Didn't feel like talking much just yet.
If they had been done for the night, Dick would have done more with aftercare but they weren't. They were barely getting started, Dick figured. Feeling how hard Tim was against him, Dick knew there was much more to come. He didn't know exactly everything that they were supposed to do, but Dick wanted it. He had the most intense orgasm of his life, and was still buzzing from it-- his body like a wire without the insulation, but he couldn't ignore the younger male clinging to him.
Feeling a little bit of shame from the way he treated Tim, Dick didn't know exactly how to continue. He wanted to be more gentle in the next part. He thought about it and decided on what to do. Kissing along the curt jawline, and back to Tim's mouth, Dick labored there for a while. The kisses were soft, and yet still very intimate. He let Tim have room to breathe throughout, and yet managed to impart the fact that he wanted all of this so much. "Hold onto me. I want to take you to my bed."
Lifting Tim, Dick wrapped his hands around Tim's ass, and carried him back to his bedroom, and his king sized bed. It was one of the few things he allowed himself to splurge on in the apartment. Running careful fingers through Tim's hair, Dick kissed him softly along his forehead, his cheeks and then again softly on Tim's lips. Then he moved back so he could pull off the boxer briefs that Tim wore. Now that they were both naked it would make things easier.
Dick stood in awe as he looked down at the other male's large erection. "Damn, you're so beautiful. I've never thought you'd be like this. I could have never dreamed it up quite this perfect." Dick had trouble thinking of most men this way, but it was so different with Tim. This is what he wanted, needed.
Tim hadn't really been one for kissing before this, but found himself enjoying it a lot more now that it was with Dick. Maybe all he needed was to find the right person. The intimacy had him shudder in the older vigilante's grasp. There was no way for him to get any closer than he already was, but he seemed to be trying, the way he pressed up against him. He just liked how it felt, to be this close to Dick.
A soft sound of surprise left him when he was lifted up, and he clung as he was hauled off of the couch. As Dick walked, Tim pressed little kisses against his collarbone, practically purring at the taste of his sweat there. He was a possessive little thing, so he wanted to leave marks all over, but wasn't sure how Dick would feel about ones that would be more difficult to hide. Didn't want to risk ruining the night either. So he did his best to keep his kisses soft and sweet.
The bed was impressive, even better than the one Tim had back at the Nest. Which was saying something, because he spent a pretty penny on that apartment. He allowed himself to sprawl out amongst the soft blankets and gazed up at Dick with that same hero-worship glowing in his eyes. Apparently choking himself on the other's cock hadn't lessened just how much he admired him.
There was no protest as the remainder of his clothing was pulled off, but he did end up blushing at the way Dick stared down at him. "Dick." Tim croaked out, his voice rough. He couldn't help but squirm under his gaze, wanting his approval but definitely not used to someone just staring openly at him while he was naked. Any experiences he'd had before were pretty rushed, and no one took the time to admire him. He reached out, trying to pull the older man close again.
Maybe Dick shouldn't have felt as comfortable as he did already with how close he and Tim were being. Dick felt no compunction about the way Tim's lips left feather-weighted kisses all over his neckline. They felt as close to perfect as one could feel the first time with another person. It felt better than that. It was more like they'd been long lovers and knew how to spin this dance already, how to move together in a harmony created by their bodies' motions alone.
Once Tim was settled on the bed, Dick took his time lying down. Instead of going to the younger male's hand, he moved to the foot of the mattress. Kneeling, Dick crawled forward and bent up one of Tim's legs. He kissed along the inside of Tim's knee and up his thigh. He paused when he reached the intersection of the other's legs, barely brushing Tim's tight sac with his nose. Turning slightly, he pulled in a bit of flesh and sucked at it tightly, tugging until it was a deep purple. It wasn't until Dick could taste copper flowing over his palate that he knew his mark was good enough. Here, in this place, no one would look and wonder who had been there.
"I love the way you smell.." Dick slowly lifted Tim's cock and lowered his head to lick along the tip. He knew the other was straining and doing his best not to squirm or embarrass himself. Lapping up the pre-come like a kitten, Dick hummed his satisfaction, enjoying the new salty flavor as he twisted his tongue through the slit and then curled around the edges of the large tip. "Fuck, you're big. I never thought I'd want to go down on anyone until now." He gazed up at the man who made his heart pound in his chest and slowly opened his mouth wider and took as much of Tim's cock into his mouth as he could.
Lifting his head slowly, Dick took his time. He took his time to lick as he went down and came up, experimenting with how to give a blow job, enjoying the flavors and smells. Dick hollowed his cheeks out and pulled when he came up, using his hand as he'd seen Tim do the first time. Then, each time he went down, he'd try to push himself further. "Fuck. I love this." He groaned once, spit and more dangling from his mouth to the tip of Tim's cock.
The flush on Tim's cheeks darkened, stretching down his neck and to his chest. It was intense, having all of Dick's focus on him, but he found that he rather liked it. A smile pulled onto his lips when he felt the mark being sucked onto his skin, a little love bite that only the two of them would know about. It was both sweet and very sexy, like a temporary brand that would mark him as Dick's property. Whether or not that was the intention, he let himself imagine that it was.
The dirty talk made it even harder to keep himself still, a low groan leaving him despite the pain his throat was in. His fingers curled into the soft hair at the nape of Dick's neck, not pulling hard enough for any real pain, but still using that grip to show his eagerness. For someone that didn't have experience with men, Tim thought Dick was doing a great job. He'd tell him as much if talking didn't burn. Hopefully the lewd sounds that left him and the way his cock throbbed made that clear enough.
He looked absolutely mesmerized as his cock disappeared between his mentor's lips, unable to help the thrill that built in his belly at how much Dick seemed to like what he was doing. It gave him hope there would be another time they'd do this, beyond that night. Tim was careful never to get his hopes too high, but it was impossible to deny how badly he wanted for things to stay this close between them.
Dick looked so good like that, especially with the thread of saliva connecting his swollen lips to Tim's erection. He gave a desperate squeeze to the hair he was holding, hoping to communicate that he probably wasn't going to last very long. He'd been close to coming just from sucking the older man off, so it wasn't going to take much to get him there. He didn't want it to end too quickly, but he also knew just how pent up he felt.
The rough sound of Tim's groan shot through Dick like a ricocheting bullet. It bounced off parts of Dick that he had no clue were even minimally sexual on the byway to his cock. It didn't matter that he'd recently come rather spectacularly; it seemed that everything that Tim was doing was only serving to move back through Dick's sensual pathways forcing his body right back to the state it had been in previously, only overtly more sensitive.
Not that Dick was truly paying attention. The night bird was far more engrossed in what he was doing. He was determined to hear more from Tim and to see if he could make the younger male come apart at every little seam like Tim had done when he did this to Dick. Wetting his lips further, Dick used the spit and come to lubricate the surface of Tim's cock as he tried to see how far he could take it.
Having had this done on himself, he wasn't stupid. Dick knew that the more he could take, the better it would feel. He also knew that Tim wouldn't ask for Dick to take more than he could handle the first time or probably any time after. It was already becoming apparent that Tim liked to please Dick if his hoarse voice was anything to judge things by. Eventually, Tim's leaking cock hit the very back of Dick's throat, pressing against the soft tissue there, right before cutting off his air supply.
Taking a deep breath, Dick pushed a little further and brought himself back up, then down again. He worked himself into a furious bob. He moaned as he went down now, eagerly slurping and making a huge mess as he fucked Tim with his mouth. His hands ran up and down the younger male's thighs and up his chest, pinching his nipples. Everything was an encouragement, urging him to hit that perfect place. That one that would have him crying out and drowning Dick in Tim's pleasure.
As far as Tim was concerned, Dick was a natural at sucking cock. He gasped as the tip of his cock pressed against the soft back of the older man's throat, shutting his eyes tight and trying desperately to think of anything that would prevent him from coming right away. Lewd sounds rang in his ears, the way that Dick slurped and groaned turning him on to the point that he could feel his pulse racing in his throat.
The soreness of his throat did little to keep him quiet, it was far beyond his control now. His toes curled desperately, every muscle in his body tense as he neared the end despite his best efforts. That warm, hot suction from Dick's mouth was amazing, but having his sensitive nipples cruelly pinched was more than he could take. "D-Dick, please! I'm... I'm gonna...!" His voice was hoarse to the point of almost being unrecognizable, but it felt rude not to warn his partner that he was about to completely lose it.
His orgasm hit him like a train at full force, lighting up every nerve all at once. Tim mewled, a little too high pitched for his own liking as his hips jerked violently, trying in earnest to fuck up into Dick's mouth. Thick, viscous white fluid gushed from his pulsing cock in small waves. Stars exploded behind his eyes, his brain seeming to fizzle out and shut off. A rare occurrence indeed.
Tim had to lay there for a moment, trying to catch his brain and regain all of his senses. His hearing came back first, then his vision. He managed to lift his head and looked at Dick, then groaned at the sight. "Jesus." The younger of the two breathed, then let his head fall back against the pillows again.
The tension that pricked and pulled Tim's body like a bowstring tightened the young male's thighs and stomach muscles as he grew closer to his orgasm. It offered little tiny clues to Dick as he accomplished his work in a hungry frenzy of moans and loud, liquid slurps every single time he came and went on Tim's cock. It was indeed a single purpose that had taken him over. He could only whimper softly when Tim offered that imminent warning.
To know what he had done. To have the singular knowledge that what Dick was doing now and what he'd done this entire time was going to make Tim come made Dick even more desperate for it to happen. He wanted his mouth full of that liquid promise, the evidence of an experience that had and would only ever occur between them. Dick already knew that, and he couldn't wait to feel what it was like to have Tim soaring like he'd made Dick fly.
When the come hit the back of his throat, Dick gagged, and he sputtered some. The reflex to swallow took a second to kick in and come spilled back onto the surface of Tim's cock and the area around it. "Fuck" Dick muttered once he'd taken in all that he could. He set about licking up the rest of it. "You're so good, Tim. That was fucking amazing. I can't believe you came like that for me. You did that for me, for me of all people." There was still wonder in Dick's eyes and even in the deep set of his voice.
Crawling up Tim's body, Dick licked a kiss into the younger male's mouth, eager to share the fruits of his labor. "That was spectacular. I can't believe it. Fucking hell, I loved doing that. I'll do that for you any time you want." Dick nipped and pulled softly at Tim's lips. He ran his hands softly along the red bird's body, weaving their legs together for now. He knew they needed a few seconds, and Dick wanted to enjoy the glow they both shared. This was like nothing he'd ever done before.
The thing that Tim didn't understand was why Dick seemed so amazed. He frowned a little bit, but didn't resist the kiss that was pressed to his lips. It made him blush all over again to taste himself on Dick's tongue, but that wasn't enough to fully distract him from what he'd been thinking. "Don't be dumb. Of course I would come for you of all people." He mumbled in between breaths, pressing their lips together in another breathless kiss.
Everything else Dick said just made him laugh. He nuzzled into his soft skin and let himself appreciate the closeness for a moment. "You aren't going to hear me complaining." It was a bit of a surprise that Dick liked it as much as he did, but he was more than happy about it. Tim smiled wide and helped himself to curl close, seeking out the warmth the older vigilante was providing. He was a bit of a clingy creature after sex.
Still being a teenager meant it wasn't going to take more than a few minutes to be ready to go again, but he wanted to appreciate the closeness between the two of them in the meantime. His fingertips idly traced the freckles along Dick's back. It wasn't the first time they'd shared a bed, but it was the first time it had been anything but brotherly. Tim vastly preferred whatever it was they were doing now.
"You've really only ever been with women?" It wasn't that Tim doubted him, really, he was just unable to help how naturally nosy he was.
Hearing Tim laugh had Dick dipping his head and feeling... ashamed and a little stupid at his enthusiasm. He must sound like an idiot, he figured. Red flushed his cheeks. Dick nuzzled his face against Tim's shoulder and into the crook of the younger male's neck. He wanted to stay close, but now that he'd acted like an idiot, he wasn't sure if he should. Did he already mess this up with his wonder over how it felt to be this close and to be able to do this to the younger male?
Dick knew that it was probably still wrong of them, even if Tim was of the right age. The same person raised them, and both were raised to be Robin at one time. It made them a family of sorts, and this was a little inwardly twisted, but how could he explain it? The way he felt wasn't easily pushed away. His body still craved this. It wanted Tim; he wanted Tim with a depravity that came from the most bottomless, darkest well and wouldn't be quieted. Licking over his lips, Dick lifted his head.
"Yeah, only women. That... I mean. I'm sorry if I was too ... whatever. " Dick said it softly now, voice deep and warm. "I'm not used to this, but I liked what we did. That's all I was saying. I didn't mean to make you laugh. I didn't know it was funny." He huffed a quiet sigh and laid his head on the pillow. He wanted to reach out and touch more, to know everything about Tim's body, but he was afraid that he'd become overly excited again and want more. He was afraid he'd want it all. No, he knew he wanted it all. Dick wanted to be with Tim ultimately, whatever that looked like for them.
Tim was confused by Dick's response to his laughter. "I wasn't laughing at you." He said, furrowing his eyebrows. He'd never be that unkind, not to someone like Dick who he cared so much about. But it was clear that whether or not he'd meant to, he'd stepped on the older vigilante's feelings. Which meant he was going to have to explain his own feelings, something he'd always struggled with. It didn't help that he was partially raised by Bruce. That man had emotional constipation that most people couldn't even dream of.
"I was laughing out of joy and a little bit of disbelief. You're like, one of the most attractive people in the entire world. The kind of guy everyone fantasizes about. And you're excited to suck me off? It barely makes sense." It wasn't like Tim was going to sit there and pretend he was unattractive. He had been voted one of Gotham's most eligible bachelors, too. But he'd always seen Dick as someone miles out of his league and if anything, Tim thought he was the lucky one in the situation.
He lifted a hand to cup Dick's cheek, stroking it in what he hoped was a comforting gesture. "Don't pout." The younger of the two murmured, then pressed a soft kiss against his lips. Tim was hoping the whole thing could be smoothed over relatively easily, he didn't want their first time doing anything like this to be spoiled.
There was a tiny bit of awe in Dick's eyes as he gazed over the body that lay against him now. Did Tim not realize what Dick meant when he said that he'd never even looked at another male before. If Tim was the only one, then he was certainly worth looking at, worth being the first one that Dick wanted to do this to. Dick had been daydreaming about this for far longer than was bright, and now that they could have this, why wouldn't he be thrilled to have the body splayed out with him.
Shaking his head, Dick moved Tim and slowly kissed him back. Arms roamed up and around the lithe form, corded with muscles. Groaning out his pleasure, Dick could feel his body respond once more. "I can't help but want you. They might fantasize about me, but you're the only guy I've ever had a fantasy about that mattered. You're the one I've wanted to touch, to taste, to do this with, Tim." It's not easy for Dick to admit to all of this, but for some reason, it seems crucial that Tim gets it.
Leagues don't matter, and Dick would do away with them if he could. He would rather spend nights doing things like this or other more intriguing things. Let them listen to music and go to a club. He had a world of ideas for dates, but don't put him in the middle of a Forbes 500 and ask about sexy men and women. He'd look at the one boy he shouldn't while training or working over a computer and feel his world crumble a little.
Pulling at Tim's nipple, Dick licked his way back down from Tim's mouth to his neck. "I want more." He ran his hand down between Tim's legs again, carefully playing with Tim's sac, then running his fingers up and down those thick thighs with his curved nails, digging into the sensitive skin until they hit his stimulated sac again. He caught the edge of the perineum and ran his finger along and over it. Dick had never played beyond that but knew only his own perineum's sensitivity from women playing with it.
It was a lot, to have all of Dick's focus only on him. Tim loved it, though, flushed with delight when Dick told him that he was the only guy he wanted. It struck him right in that most vulnerable part of him, the part that wanted to be special to someone. He'd been awfully neglected throughout his life, and though he turned out just fine, there were still lingering remnants of the scars left underneath his skin.
The younger of the two whined softly when his nipple was tugged, arching his back to encourage more. Dick was quickly figuring out his most sensitive spots, Tim wasn't shy about letting him know what he liked. "You can have me as much as you want." He replied, voice still wrecked by choking on Dick's cock, but the pain was at least starting to fade a little bit. It was probably going to be hell the next morning and he'd have to come up with a good reason for not being able to talk.
None of that worried him now, though.
Both of Tim's hands clutched at Dick's strong shoulders, groaning at the way he toyed with his balls. The stimulation was just enough to draw blood back to his own forming erection, showing just how ready and raring to go that a teenage boy's body really was. His own hands slid down, grabbing at and massaging Dick's pecs. As he worshiped the muscles there, he let his thumbs brush against the older vigilante's nipples.
He might not have admitted it out loud, but Tim was every bit as eager. He would take whatever Dick was willing to give him, would happily drown in the pleasure of getting to have things he'd previously only ever fantasized about.
Feeling the addiction that had run rampant like heroin in his system already built back into a tangible need once more, now that the stigma of embarrassment disappeared, Dick's mouth began a sweep of teeth and tongue along Tim's neck and collarbone. He pulled at the skin, sucking and marking the young male. He could feel his heart pounding with every telltale sign that they were indeed together tonight in a way that had nothing innocent about it.
Fuck, Tim tasted like little drops of heavenly mana on his tongue. Dick swore he didn't need to eat, sleep or drink if he could do this all night. He lavished attention on each nipple while his hand busied itself with Tim's balls. With every pass, he could feel the strain of Tim's cock growing against his wrist. "Fuck, you're so hot like this. I love how you can get hard so fast for me. That is all this is for me. Gods, Tim. I've wanted this for so long. That you want me back..." He still thought it crazy, even if Tim kept reassuring him.
Bringing his fingers up to Tim's mouth, Dick pressed them in between kiss swollen lips. He knew it wouldn't work for actual lubricant, but he wanted to watch and feel that beautiful suction again. He wanted to see Tim take his fingers. It was fucking hot. Dick couldn't help himself. He opened up a knee and straddled one of Tim's legs. It let him access all of the other young man, while letting him sit up as he needed. "Suck it. You are going to let me have all this whenever I want? Then suck my fingers, so I can see how tight you feel."
Tim had to fight the urge to giggle. He didn't want to make Dick think he was laughing at him, he was just so amused by the idea of Dick Grayson being this crazy with lust for him. It was like something straight out of one of those dreams that left him needing to quickly change the sheets the next morning. "I want you so much, Dick." There was a slight whine to his tone, the neediness he felt breaking through. He loved how he was being marked, how he was being touched, and it felt more important than ever to let the older vigilante know what a good job he was doing.
The command seemed to make his pretty blue eyes glow and he nodded as he reached to wrap his fingers around Dick's strong wrist. Tim smiled, playfully running his tongue along the digits in a teasing way. It was just a small demonstration, because he was quickly taking them into his mouth. He sucked at them eagerly, mimicking the way he had sucked Dick's cock earlier that night. As Tim worked, he made wet, lewd sounds, letting the fingers get far back enough that he even gagged a little.
He hoped that if he was good enough, if he played his cards just right, Dick might actually fuck him. Tim wasn't sure what the chances were of that happening, but that too had been something that haunted his wet dreams as soon as he was old enough to have them.
It was best that the laughter didn't escape. Dick was finally back to feeling in control. This was still his first time with anyone who wasn't female, and as sure as he wanted to feel, there was still that tiny little voice in his head that said he had no clue what he was doing and an even smaller one that said he had no right to be doing this with Tim of all people. It didn't matter. Dick wanted this, and he wanted this with Tim. He'd put every ounce of expert experience in this area to work for him. There were plenty of similarities, and Dick enjoyed using those to work Tim over.
The need was fierce, and his desire was unbound and almost wild. The raw desperation of it was not something he was used to, and no matter how much he tried to tell himself to get used to it, he didn't know how to. He had feelings and thoughts that couldn't easily be explained away by simple want. Licking his lips as he observed Tim, Dick groaned low and dangerously in his throat. Tim made Dick want to pound into the young man. He didn't want to wait to take his time and work the younger bird open. No, he wanted to fuck him hard and dry. Jesus. Does Tim even have half a clue about what power he holds?
"Fuck me. Tim. You are sex. Give me those fingers, 'cause now you're going to be fucked, because you deserve it. "
He was going to be fucked alright, by fingers and then by Dick's cock. First, Dick took the time he didn't want to take and pushed the leg across from him up and back a little. Looking at the winking entrance, Dick brushed his sticky, wet finger over it. "Look at how you pucker up, fuck baby." He tipped his finger to the back and slipped it inside to the first knuckle. Muscles gripped and pushed at it, forcefully trying to expel the foreign intrusion. Dick fought back, pushing it in and out, adding a little more of the digit each time. It was getting a little more dry, but he was fascinated and loved the addicting feeling of being inside Tim in one way or another.
Tim was a little reluctant to let go of the fingers, but he did, a small thread of saliva connecting them to his mouth. There was a smug look on his face when he saw how wild Dick looked, how bad the older man wanted to fuck him. His eyelashes fluttered again, swollen lips parted so he could pant softly. His own desire was written all over his face, something rare for the usual stoic Tim Drake. Dick just seemed to bring out all sorts of things in him.
The flush on Tim's body deepened again when Dick took such a close look at his ass, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. A soft sound was pulled from him when that finger pressed into him. Saliva wasn't quite enough to keep it lubricated. It wasn't a bad feeling, really, but it did remind him that Dick wasn't used to fucking men. He pressed a hand against the older man's shoulder, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips.
"Saliva is fine with fingers but when you... actually use your cock to fuck me, we're going to need lotion or lube or something, okay? Otherwise I could get hurt." His voice was gentle, not scolding but merely informing him. He knew that Dick wouldn't want to hurt him. It would be a long time before they had sex again if Tim ended up torn up inside. Dick was in control, was going to decide everything but--Tim was the one who had experience with other men. Might as well share the information. He just had to hope Dick wasn't going to get offended or overthink things.
Tim's eyelashes were indeed the most gorgeous window dressings that Dick had ever seen. They were long and fluttered open and closed at seemingly the exact right moments to turn Dick in leaps and bounds. The way they laid against his pale or rosy cheeks, given the moment, always drew Dick's breath inward and made him speechless for at least five to ten seconds. Tim himself made Dick speechless more and more now. The desire on his features, and the way those reddened lips parted -- only tore moans from Dick.
"I know. I'm only enjoying what I'm doing. I'll get some lube from the drawer. I don't want you to be uncomfortable when the time comes." If Tim had any further questions about Dick actually fucking him, there was his answer completely. Dick wasn't only going to use his fingers. He had every intention of being one with Tim tonight. Dick wanted to finish all that they had started. He had to find out what it was all about. It was important to him, given how he was beginning to feel.
Leaning down, Dick ran his tongue along the spot where he'd pulled his finger from. He wanted to know how it felt and the best way to judge it would be to do it to someone else for now. He also wanted Tim's first time with him to feel amazing. He only licked across the tight entrance a few times because he was anxious and knew that Tim was dripping wet and feeling overwhelmed by need. "I wanted to know how that felt for you. We'll do more of that next time. There will be a next time." He shared and crawled up Tim's body to the end table.
Grabbing out a bottle of lube from the side drawer, Dick took a deep breath. This was going to be so new for him. He kissed Tim again, letting out a shudder of uncertainty. He'd already been told that Tim wanted this, wanted him. He hoped that this would be good for Tim. Dick didn't know the angles or the way to do this-- but he would try.
If it was possible, the red on Tim's cheeks deepened every more when it was confirmed exactly what Dick was planning for the two of them. He was relieved, of course, because he had been quite hopeful. "Yeah," He agreed breathlessly, gracing him with a boyish smile. His fingers did feel good, made Tim feel all the more eager for things to continue. But he was still patient, knew that since this would be Dick's first time doing anything like this, it was important to let him take it at his own pace.
When Dick pulled his hand away and instead lapped at him with his tongue, Tim gasped and clutched tight at his dark hair. It was mind-numbingly good, even just that little bit. "I like it." He nodded, all too eager. "So, yes. More next time." As though he was going to argue against that when he wanted it to happen, too.
Bruce had taught them both to be good at reading people, and it was easy to see that Dick was a little nervous. It was also totally understandable. Tim wanted to make sure it was just as good for him, so he understood the need to please. He kissed the older vigilante back sweetly, made sure his affection bled through the contact. When the kiss broke, he smiled again as he laid back against the pillows. "Do you want me to ride you?" He asked after a moment. "Even just to start? I can kind of... show you what to do." Tim was fine with things either way, but he figured it was polite to offer. It was just as important that Dick feel comfortable as it was that Tim feel that way.
The way that Tim reached and tugged at Dick's hair felt terrific. It made Dick want to stay down there and continue to lick around, and through the younger male's tight entrance, but with the way he figured they both needed what was coming, he relegated himself to moving beyond what he was doing. It felt marvelous to hear that he had done the right thing. Dick would be matching that move the next time they were together. He thought he might do that and a few other things the next time. Research would be a thing.
For now, Dick poured lube across two of his fingers and curled his tongue back against his teeth, feeling the twist in his loins as he got closer to pushing himself inside the other male. Once more, it struck him that he was about to have sex with Tim. He'd grown sexier by the second, and now nothing remained of the way Dick used to see Tim. All he saw in the younger Robin now was a lover and friend.
"You can ride me if that's what you'd like. I think it'd feel good to be that deep inside you. Let me finish opening you up. You need me to use more fingers, right?" Dick knew that he should finger Tim. They didn't do it in porn very often, but Tim had been so tight Dick was pretty sure that this was a part of the whole thing that made it easier for Tim. Going back on his knees, Dick pushed his finger back inside Tim's tight hole.
He pressed against muscles until they gave way, and another set began to pull on his finger. It was the strangest feeling, but also made him ache to have his cock inside the other even more. One finger gave way to two, and Dick did his best to make room for himself; he twisted and curled his fingers around the opening, working in and out as if he were fucking him. "Fuck, you feel so good. I could pull out and fuck you like this. I want you to be moaning my name and only my name when I'm in you."
Dick had good instincts, and Tim appreciated that he was being cautious in an attempt not to hurt him. He was smaller, tighter, and the whole thing would be a lot more pleasurable if he was stretched out properly. "Yeah," He choked out as the finger pressed into him, thicker than his own. "I wanna ride you." There was just a hint of embarrassment in admitting it, even with everything they'd done already. It felt demanding to be telling Dick exactly what he wanted, but there were plenty of reasons why it would be good to start things out that way.
"Nn, ah!" His back arched dramatically when Dick crooked his fingers and brushed against the bundle of nerves inside of him. The older vigilante might not have done this with another man before, but he didn't seem to be having much trouble in figuring it all out. It made Tim all the more eager to actually have Dick fuck him, to know what it was like to fully connect their bodies in the most intimate way.
His blunt nails pressed into Dick's triceps, trying to hold on for dear life. "God, Dick." Tim mewled, tightening around the fingers that fucked him. "You're the only person who I want to fuck me. Just you, I promise." Of course he would only moan Dick's name. He was barely even able to register that anyone else existed, and Dick hadn't even put his cock in him yet. He could only imagine how good it would feel to have his prostate pounded into by someone he cared so much for. A high unlike any other.
It was only a few more minutes before he was all out whining, looking up at the other man with shiny, pleading blue eyes. "Please, Dick. I need you to fuck me. I can't take it anymore." He didn't care how pathetic he sounded, he genuinely felt like he might die if he didn't get fucked soon.
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Every word of praise, the way his name sounded coming from his mentor's lips, it all sent jolts straight to his tip. He was throbbing in his boxers, a small wet spot forming from the sheer amount of precome leaking out of him. He wasn't even being touched but it hardly seemed to matter. Embarrassingly, if he tried to, he could probably come just from gagging on Dick's cock. Tim moaned like a whore around him, adding even more vibrations into the mix as he did so.
God, was he even going to be able to talk the next day? It didn't seem to matter. He pushed himself harder, made his head bob faster as he swallowed desperately. Tim was starting to get a lightheaded from the lack of proper oxygen, but somehow even that just added to how good he felt. Like he was floating, not a care in the world as fuzzy black spots appeared before his pretty blue eyes. The only thing on his mind, the only thing that mattered, was getting Dick to come down his throat. The rest of the world could have crumbled around them and Tim wouldn't have noticed.
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"Fuck, oh gods, Tim. TIM." Dick moaned the young male's name over and over as a mantra every single time his cock hit the back of Tim's throat. Dick was careful to pull back now and then so that there was space for Tim to suck up air through his nose. He didn't want the other to fall too far gone. Feeling Tim moan around Dick's cock only made it pulse with ecstasy. Dick knew that he wouldn't last too much longer with treatment like this. Rubbing his fingers around in Tim's hair, he watched as his cock disappeared completely with every complete thrust of his hips.
"Jesus you're so fucking good at this. I've never had anyone do this like this.." Dick moaned the words out, choking them out himself as he tried hard to hold onto his orgasm, edging himself for a little bit. This was far too good to let it end too soon, or let a drop of it go to waste.
"Shit, shit. Fuck. Tim. I'm gonna come. Fuck yes. like that.." Dick noticed for one second the glaze over Tim's eyes, but he didn't have but a second to see it before his own eyes shut tight and he thrust forward tightly, damning himself to hell. He pulled on that beautiful hair at the same time and knew that he bruised the back of Tim's throat as his body spilled pure white come in long streams over and over. Crying out, Dick didn't think it'd ever stop. Finally, he let go completely, and pulled Tim back, making sure he was alright.
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The moment that his hair was let go of, he pulled himself backwards and gulped down air in between a few soft coughs. It took a few rough breaths to get himself back together again. Almost immediately Tim rest his cheek against one of Dick's thighs, eyes shut as he tried to regain his sense of self. He'd never pushed himself that hard for anyone before, and he knew he'd do it all over again without a hint of hesitation if he was asked to. Which was a little dangerous, but anyone that knew him was well aware of his lack of self preservation instincts.
As his eyes slid back open again, he looked a little less distant. Just turned his adoring gaze up to Dick and offered him a smile as he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. His lips were still red, and he didn't even want to attempt to talk because he was sure it would hurt. But Tim looked absolutely blissful, despite the fact that he hadn't actually gotten any physical pleasure for himself. For some reason that he couldn't quite place, it wasn't even that important to him at the moment. He could worry about it later.
Tim found himself just wanting to be close to Dick. It wasn't a normal thought for him, not with anyone, so it did come as a bit of a surprise. Then again, no one had ever gotten him so close to falling into subspace before.
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It took time for Dick to realize that there was a deep welling undercurrent of absolute peace that feathered itself around the young man. Dick might have abused him, but there was no fear or terror on Tim's features. Dick let out a shaky breath and inhaled a few times. Letting himself enjoy the relaxation that came with the type of out-of-this-world orgasm that he had Dick pulled the younger up close.
Without saying a word, Dick licked up a bit of come from the corner of Tim's lip, humming softly after. He'd accidentally got his come on his fingers before, but he certainly never licked it off. This was one for the record books. "You. You are something else. That was the most wonderful thing anyone has ever done for me, Tim. I don't ever want you to push yourself beyond what you're comfortable with. Always feel free to tap out, and red can be a code word for stopping, yellow means you're getting close, okay? I don't want to get to a place where you could be hurt."
Lips brushed carefully over swollen lips, and Dick nuzzled Tim's face softly. He wanted the other so much, still that he could feel his cock throb even though it was so completely spent. Kissing along Tim's collar, Dick sucked up a small mark and then another. He wanted Tim to know that this meant something to him, that Tim meant something to him. He wanted to leave marks that the other could look back on and remember this moment by.
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He resettled on the older vigilante's lap when he was pulled close, trying not to be too instant on his own pleasure. His cock throbbed almost violently in his boxer briefs, but he didn't get the impression that Dick was done with him just yet. But even if he was, Tim wasn't going to say anything. So he practiced his well honed self control and just gently traced his fingertips along any scars along the older man's chest, quietly appreciating them. Scars meant hurt, but they also meant survival.
Dick sucked dark bruises onto his skin and Tim moaned faintly in response. He was sure he would spend the next several days pressing his fingers against them and remembering everything that occurred between the two of them. Being marked had never bothered him any--quite the opposite, actually. He'd always wanted to be someone worth possessing. The way that Dick touched him, lavished him with attention that was both sweet and lascivious, made him feel special.
Tim waited until Dick pulled back from giving him a hickey and turned his head to press a kiss against the other's cheek. Hopefully a silent way of letting him know both that he was okay and that he was pleased with what had happened. Didn't feel like talking much just yet.
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Feeling a little bit of shame from the way he treated Tim, Dick didn't know exactly how to continue. He wanted to be more gentle in the next part. He thought about it and decided on what to do. Kissing along the curt jawline, and back to Tim's mouth, Dick labored there for a while. The kisses were soft, and yet still very intimate. He let Tim have room to breathe throughout, and yet managed to impart the fact that he wanted all of this so much. "Hold onto me. I want to take you to my bed."
Lifting Tim, Dick wrapped his hands around Tim's ass, and carried him back to his bedroom, and his king sized bed. It was one of the few things he allowed himself to splurge on in the apartment. Running careful fingers through Tim's hair, Dick kissed him softly along his forehead, his cheeks and then again softly on Tim's lips. Then he moved back so he could pull off the boxer briefs that Tim wore. Now that they were both naked it would make things easier.
Dick stood in awe as he looked down at the other male's large erection. "Damn, you're so beautiful. I've never thought you'd be like this. I could have never dreamed it up quite this perfect." Dick had trouble thinking of most men this way, but it was so different with Tim. This is what he wanted, needed.
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A soft sound of surprise left him when he was lifted up, and he clung as he was hauled off of the couch. As Dick walked, Tim pressed little kisses against his collarbone, practically purring at the taste of his sweat there. He was a possessive little thing, so he wanted to leave marks all over, but wasn't sure how Dick would feel about ones that would be more difficult to hide. Didn't want to risk ruining the night either. So he did his best to keep his kisses soft and sweet.
The bed was impressive, even better than the one Tim had back at the Nest. Which was saying something, because he spent a pretty penny on that apartment. He allowed himself to sprawl out amongst the soft blankets and gazed up at Dick with that same hero-worship glowing in his eyes. Apparently choking himself on the other's cock hadn't lessened just how much he admired him.
There was no protest as the remainder of his clothing was pulled off, but he did end up blushing at the way Dick stared down at him. "Dick." Tim croaked out, his voice rough. He couldn't help but squirm under his gaze, wanting his approval but definitely not used to someone just staring openly at him while he was naked. Any experiences he'd had before were pretty rushed, and no one took the time to admire him. He reached out, trying to pull the older man close again.
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Once Tim was settled on the bed, Dick took his time lying down. Instead of going to the younger male's hand, he moved to the foot of the mattress. Kneeling, Dick crawled forward and bent up one of Tim's legs. He kissed along the inside of Tim's knee and up his thigh. He paused when he reached the intersection of the other's legs, barely brushing Tim's tight sac with his nose. Turning slightly, he pulled in a bit of flesh and sucked at it tightly, tugging until it was a deep purple. It wasn't until Dick could taste copper flowing over his palate that he knew his mark was good enough. Here, in this place, no one would look and wonder who had been there.
"I love the way you smell.." Dick slowly lifted Tim's cock and lowered his head to lick along the tip. He knew the other was straining and doing his best not to squirm or embarrass himself. Lapping up the pre-come like a kitten, Dick hummed his satisfaction, enjoying the new salty flavor as he twisted his tongue through the slit and then curled around the edges of the large tip. "Fuck, you're big. I never thought I'd want to go down on anyone until now." He gazed up at the man who made his heart pound in his chest and slowly opened his mouth wider and took as much of Tim's cock into his mouth as he could.
Lifting his head slowly, Dick took his time. He took his time to lick as he went down and came up, experimenting with how to give a blow job, enjoying the flavors and smells. Dick hollowed his cheeks out and pulled when he came up, using his hand as he'd seen Tim do the first time. Then, each time he went down, he'd try to push himself further. "Fuck. I love this." He groaned once, spit and more dangling from his mouth to the tip of Tim's cock.
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The dirty talk made it even harder to keep himself still, a low groan leaving him despite the pain his throat was in. His fingers curled into the soft hair at the nape of Dick's neck, not pulling hard enough for any real pain, but still using that grip to show his eagerness. For someone that didn't have experience with men, Tim thought Dick was doing a great job. He'd tell him as much if talking didn't burn. Hopefully the lewd sounds that left him and the way his cock throbbed made that clear enough.
He looked absolutely mesmerized as his cock disappeared between his mentor's lips, unable to help the thrill that built in his belly at how much Dick seemed to like what he was doing. It gave him hope there would be another time they'd do this, beyond that night. Tim was careful never to get his hopes too high, but it was impossible to deny how badly he wanted for things to stay this close between them.
Dick looked so good like that, especially with the thread of saliva connecting his swollen lips to Tim's erection. He gave a desperate squeeze to the hair he was holding, hoping to communicate that he probably wasn't going to last very long. He'd been close to coming just from sucking the older man off, so it wasn't going to take much to get him there. He didn't want it to end too quickly, but he also knew just how pent up he felt.
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Not that Dick was truly paying attention. The night bird was far more engrossed in what he was doing. He was determined to hear more from Tim and to see if he could make the younger male come apart at every little seam like Tim had done when he did this to Dick. Wetting his lips further, Dick used the spit and come to lubricate the surface of Tim's cock as he tried to see how far he could take it.
Having had this done on himself, he wasn't stupid. Dick knew that the more he could take, the better it would feel. He also knew that Tim wouldn't ask for Dick to take more than he could handle the first time or probably any time after. It was already becoming apparent that Tim liked to please Dick if his hoarse voice was anything to judge things by. Eventually, Tim's leaking cock hit the very back of Dick's throat, pressing against the soft tissue there, right before cutting off his air supply.
Taking a deep breath, Dick pushed a little further and brought himself back up, then down again. He worked himself into a furious bob. He moaned as he went down now, eagerly slurping and making a huge mess as he fucked Tim with his mouth. His hands ran up and down the younger male's thighs and up his chest, pinching his nipples. Everything was an encouragement, urging him to hit that perfect place. That one that would have him crying out and drowning Dick in Tim's pleasure.
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The soreness of his throat did little to keep him quiet, it was far beyond his control now. His toes curled desperately, every muscle in his body tense as he neared the end despite his best efforts. That warm, hot suction from Dick's mouth was amazing, but having his sensitive nipples cruelly pinched was more than he could take. "D-Dick, please! I'm... I'm gonna...!" His voice was hoarse to the point of almost being unrecognizable, but it felt rude not to warn his partner that he was about to completely lose it.
His orgasm hit him like a train at full force, lighting up every nerve all at once. Tim mewled, a little too high pitched for his own liking as his hips jerked violently, trying in earnest to fuck up into Dick's mouth. Thick, viscous white fluid gushed from his pulsing cock in small waves. Stars exploded behind his eyes, his brain seeming to fizzle out and shut off. A rare occurrence indeed.
Tim had to lay there for a moment, trying to catch his brain and regain all of his senses. His hearing came back first, then his vision. He managed to lift his head and looked at Dick, then groaned at the sight. "Jesus." The younger of the two breathed, then let his head fall back against the pillows again.
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To know what he had done. To have the singular knowledge that what Dick was doing now and what he'd done this entire time was going to make Tim come made Dick even more desperate for it to happen. He wanted his mouth full of that liquid promise, the evidence of an experience that had and would only ever occur between them. Dick already knew that, and he couldn't wait to feel what it was like to have Tim soaring like he'd made Dick fly.
When the come hit the back of his throat, Dick gagged, and he sputtered some. The reflex to swallow took a second to kick in and come spilled back onto the surface of Tim's cock and the area around it. "Fuck" Dick muttered once he'd taken in all that he could. He set about licking up the rest of it. "You're so good, Tim. That was fucking amazing. I can't believe you came like that for me. You did that for me, for me of all people." There was still wonder in Dick's eyes and even in the deep set of his voice.
Crawling up Tim's body, Dick licked a kiss into the younger male's mouth, eager to share the fruits of his labor. "That was spectacular. I can't believe it. Fucking hell, I loved doing that. I'll do that for you any time you want." Dick nipped and pulled softly at Tim's lips. He ran his hands softly along the red bird's body, weaving their legs together for now. He knew they needed a few seconds, and Dick wanted to enjoy the glow they both shared. This was like nothing he'd ever done before.
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Everything else Dick said just made him laugh. He nuzzled into his soft skin and let himself appreciate the closeness for a moment. "You aren't going to hear me complaining." It was a bit of a surprise that Dick liked it as much as he did, but he was more than happy about it. Tim smiled wide and helped himself to curl close, seeking out the warmth the older vigilante was providing. He was a bit of a clingy creature after sex.
Still being a teenager meant it wasn't going to take more than a few minutes to be ready to go again, but he wanted to appreciate the closeness between the two of them in the meantime. His fingertips idly traced the freckles along Dick's back. It wasn't the first time they'd shared a bed, but it was the first time it had been anything but brotherly. Tim vastly preferred whatever it was they were doing now.
"You've really only ever been with women?" It wasn't that Tim doubted him, really, he was just unable to help how naturally nosy he was.
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Dick knew that it was probably still wrong of them, even if Tim was of the right age. The same person raised them, and both were raised to be Robin at one time. It made them a family of sorts, and this was a little inwardly twisted, but how could he explain it? The way he felt wasn't easily pushed away. His body still craved this. It wanted Tim; he wanted Tim with a depravity that came from the most bottomless, darkest well and wouldn't be quieted. Licking over his lips, Dick lifted his head.
"Yeah, only women. That... I mean. I'm sorry if I was too ... whatever. " Dick said it softly now, voice deep and warm. "I'm not used to this, but I liked what we did. That's all I was saying. I didn't mean to make you laugh. I didn't know it was funny." He huffed a quiet sigh and laid his head on the pillow. He wanted to reach out and touch more, to know everything about Tim's body, but he was afraid that he'd become overly excited again and want more. He was afraid he'd want it all. No, he knew he wanted it all. Dick wanted to be with Tim ultimately, whatever that looked like for them.
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"I was laughing out of joy and a little bit of disbelief. You're like, one of the most attractive people in the entire world. The kind of guy everyone fantasizes about. And you're excited to suck me off? It barely makes sense." It wasn't like Tim was going to sit there and pretend he was unattractive. He had been voted one of Gotham's most eligible bachelors, too. But he'd always seen Dick as someone miles out of his league and if anything, Tim thought he was the lucky one in the situation.
He lifted a hand to cup Dick's cheek, stroking it in what he hoped was a comforting gesture. "Don't pout." The younger of the two murmured, then pressed a soft kiss against his lips. Tim was hoping the whole thing could be smoothed over relatively easily, he didn't want their first time doing anything like this to be spoiled.
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Shaking his head, Dick moved Tim and slowly kissed him back. Arms roamed up and around the lithe form, corded with muscles. Groaning out his pleasure, Dick could feel his body respond once more. "I can't help but want you. They might fantasize about me, but you're the only guy I've ever had a fantasy about that mattered. You're the one I've wanted to touch, to taste, to do this with, Tim." It's not easy for Dick to admit to all of this, but for some reason, it seems crucial that Tim gets it.
Leagues don't matter, and Dick would do away with them if he could. He would rather spend nights doing things like this or other more intriguing things. Let them listen to music and go to a club. He had a world of ideas for dates, but don't put him in the middle of a Forbes 500 and ask about sexy men and women. He'd look at the one boy he shouldn't while training or working over a computer and feel his world crumble a little.
Pulling at Tim's nipple, Dick licked his way back down from Tim's mouth to his neck. "I want more." He ran his hand down between Tim's legs again, carefully playing with Tim's sac, then running his fingers up and down those thick thighs with his curved nails, digging into the sensitive skin until they hit his stimulated sac again. He caught the edge of the perineum and ran his finger along and over it. Dick had never played beyond that but knew only his own perineum's sensitivity from women playing with it.
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The younger of the two whined softly when his nipple was tugged, arching his back to encourage more. Dick was quickly figuring out his most sensitive spots, Tim wasn't shy about letting him know what he liked. "You can have me as much as you want." He replied, voice still wrecked by choking on Dick's cock, but the pain was at least starting to fade a little bit. It was probably going to be hell the next morning and he'd have to come up with a good reason for not being able to talk.
None of that worried him now, though.
Both of Tim's hands clutched at Dick's strong shoulders, groaning at the way he toyed with his balls. The stimulation was just enough to draw blood back to his own forming erection, showing just how ready and raring to go that a teenage boy's body really was. His own hands slid down, grabbing at and massaging Dick's pecs. As he worshiped the muscles there, he let his thumbs brush against the older vigilante's nipples.
He might not have admitted it out loud, but Tim was every bit as eager. He would take whatever Dick was willing to give him, would happily drown in the pleasure of getting to have things he'd previously only ever fantasized about.
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Fuck, Tim tasted like little drops of heavenly mana on his tongue. Dick swore he didn't need to eat, sleep or drink if he could do this all night. He lavished attention on each nipple while his hand busied itself with Tim's balls. With every pass, he could feel the strain of Tim's cock growing against his wrist. "Fuck, you're so hot like this. I love how you can get hard so fast for me. That is all this is for me. Gods, Tim. I've wanted this for so long. That you want me back..." He still thought it crazy, even if Tim kept reassuring him.
Bringing his fingers up to Tim's mouth, Dick pressed them in between kiss swollen lips. He knew it wouldn't work for actual lubricant, but he wanted to watch and feel that beautiful suction again. He wanted to see Tim take his fingers. It was fucking hot. Dick couldn't help himself. He opened up a knee and straddled one of Tim's legs. It let him access all of the other young man, while letting him sit up as he needed. "Suck it. You are going to let me have all this whenever I want? Then suck my fingers, so I can see how tight you feel."
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The command seemed to make his pretty blue eyes glow and he nodded as he reached to wrap his fingers around Dick's strong wrist. Tim smiled, playfully running his tongue along the digits in a teasing way. It was just a small demonstration, because he was quickly taking them into his mouth. He sucked at them eagerly, mimicking the way he had sucked Dick's cock earlier that night. As Tim worked, he made wet, lewd sounds, letting the fingers get far back enough that he even gagged a little.
He hoped that if he was good enough, if he played his cards just right, Dick might actually fuck him. Tim wasn't sure what the chances were of that happening, but that too had been something that haunted his wet dreams as soon as he was old enough to have them.
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The need was fierce, and his desire was unbound and almost wild. The raw desperation of it was not something he was used to, and no matter how much he tried to tell himself to get used to it, he didn't know how to. He had feelings and thoughts that couldn't easily be explained away by simple want. Licking his lips as he observed Tim, Dick groaned low and dangerously in his throat. Tim made Dick want to pound into the young man. He didn't want to wait to take his time and work the younger bird open. No, he wanted to fuck him hard and dry. Jesus. Does Tim even have half a clue about what power he holds?
"Fuck me. Tim. You are sex. Give me those fingers, 'cause now you're going to be fucked, because you deserve it. "
He was going to be fucked alright, by fingers and then by Dick's cock. First, Dick took the time he didn't want to take and pushed the leg across from him up and back a little. Looking at the winking entrance, Dick brushed his sticky, wet finger over it. "Look at how you pucker up, fuck baby." He tipped his finger to the back and slipped it inside to the first knuckle. Muscles gripped and pushed at it, forcefully trying to expel the foreign intrusion. Dick fought back, pushing it in and out, adding a little more of the digit each time. It was getting a little more dry, but he was fascinated and loved the addicting feeling of being inside Tim in one way or another.
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The flush on Tim's body deepened again when Dick took such a close look at his ass, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. A soft sound was pulled from him when that finger pressed into him. Saliva wasn't quite enough to keep it lubricated. It wasn't a bad feeling, really, but it did remind him that Dick wasn't used to fucking men. He pressed a hand against the older man's shoulder, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips.
"Saliva is fine with fingers but when you... actually use your cock to fuck me, we're going to need lotion or lube or something, okay? Otherwise I could get hurt." His voice was gentle, not scolding but merely informing him. He knew that Dick wouldn't want to hurt him. It would be a long time before they had sex again if Tim ended up torn up inside. Dick was in control, was going to decide everything but--Tim was the one who had experience with other men. Might as well share the information. He just had to hope Dick wasn't going to get offended or overthink things.
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"I know. I'm only enjoying what I'm doing. I'll get some lube from the drawer. I don't want you to be uncomfortable when the time comes." If Tim had any further questions about Dick actually fucking him, there was his answer completely. Dick wasn't only going to use his fingers. He had every intention of being one with Tim tonight. Dick wanted to finish all that they had started. He had to find out what it was all about. It was important to him, given how he was beginning to feel.
Leaning down, Dick ran his tongue along the spot where he'd pulled his finger from. He wanted to know how it felt and the best way to judge it would be to do it to someone else for now. He also wanted Tim's first time with him to feel amazing. He only licked across the tight entrance a few times because he was anxious and knew that Tim was dripping wet and feeling overwhelmed by need. "I wanted to know how that felt for you. We'll do more of that next time. There will be a next time." He shared and crawled up Tim's body to the end table.
Grabbing out a bottle of lube from the side drawer, Dick took a deep breath. This was going to be so new for him. He kissed Tim again, letting out a shudder of uncertainty. He'd already been told that Tim wanted this, wanted him. He hoped that this would be good for Tim. Dick didn't know the angles or the way to do this-- but he would try.
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When Dick pulled his hand away and instead lapped at him with his tongue, Tim gasped and clutched tight at his dark hair. It was mind-numbingly good, even just that little bit. "I like it." He nodded, all too eager. "So, yes. More next time." As though he was going to argue against that when he wanted it to happen, too.
Bruce had taught them both to be good at reading people, and it was easy to see that Dick was a little nervous. It was also totally understandable. Tim wanted to make sure it was just as good for him, so he understood the need to please. He kissed the older vigilante back sweetly, made sure his affection bled through the contact. When the kiss broke, he smiled again as he laid back against the pillows. "Do you want me to ride you?" He asked after a moment. "Even just to start? I can kind of... show you what to do." Tim was fine with things either way, but he figured it was polite to offer. It was just as important that Dick feel comfortable as it was that Tim feel that way.
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For now, Dick poured lube across two of his fingers and curled his tongue back against his teeth, feeling the twist in his loins as he got closer to pushing himself inside the other male. Once more, it struck him that he was about to have sex with Tim. He'd grown sexier by the second, and now nothing remained of the way Dick used to see Tim. All he saw in the younger Robin now was a lover and friend.
"You can ride me if that's what you'd like. I think it'd feel good to be that deep inside you. Let me finish opening you up. You need me to use more fingers, right?" Dick knew that he should finger Tim. They didn't do it in porn very often, but Tim had been so tight Dick was pretty sure that this was a part of the whole thing that made it easier for Tim. Going back on his knees, Dick pushed his finger back inside Tim's tight hole.
He pressed against muscles until they gave way, and another set began to pull on his finger. It was the strangest feeling, but also made him ache to have his cock inside the other even more. One finger gave way to two, and Dick did his best to make room for himself; he twisted and curled his fingers around the opening, working in and out as if he were fucking him. "Fuck, you feel so good. I could pull out and fuck you like this. I want you to be moaning my name and only my name when I'm in you."
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"Nn, ah!" His back arched dramatically when Dick crooked his fingers and brushed against the bundle of nerves inside of him. The older vigilante might not have done this with another man before, but he didn't seem to be having much trouble in figuring it all out. It made Tim all the more eager to actually have Dick fuck him, to know what it was like to fully connect their bodies in the most intimate way.
His blunt nails pressed into Dick's triceps, trying to hold on for dear life. "God, Dick." Tim mewled, tightening around the fingers that fucked him. "You're the only person who I want to fuck me. Just you, I promise." Of course he would only moan Dick's name. He was barely even able to register that anyone else existed, and Dick hadn't even put his cock in him yet. He could only imagine how good it would feel to have his prostate pounded into by someone he cared so much for. A high unlike any other.
It was only a few more minutes before he was all out whining, looking up at the other man with shiny, pleading blue eyes. "Please, Dick. I need you to fuck me. I can't take it anymore." He didn't care how pathetic he sounded, he genuinely felt like he might die if he didn't get fucked soon.
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