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.
As it stood, Dick didn't mind the extra knowledge that Tim had or being guided by the younger man. He probably wouldn't have survived the entire experience without the gentle hand and prodding. Tim might have blushed or been embarrassed at times, but no matter how confident Dick seemed, he ran with his stomach choking him through half of this. He was waiting to make the wrong move, to hurt Tim, or to do something wrong.
Tim's cries partially surprise Dick. He knew that the prostate existed and that it was supposed to feel fucking good, but he had no idea if he'd manage to find it. It was a hope but not an expectation. The fact that his fingers ran softly along the tiny raised gland had the first Robin trying to find it repeatedly. That sound was sheer brutal ecstasy. If he continued at this rate, Dick wasn't sure he'd even last a couple of minutes once they did make it to the point of being joined together.
It might become an embarrassment, a discredit to his name, and so he was relieved when they both broke down and dissolved into the chords of absolute need that they did. Looking into Tim's eyes, Dick knew that he could only do one thing. Rolling about, he moved with Tim. "Climb on top of me. I want to feel you. Take all the time you need, but I want to be inside you before I lose it out here. You sound so beautiful, so filthy, and perfect. I want to know what it's like, Tim. Please." Now it was Dick's turn to beg, to show how much he desired and needed the other man.
The sounds that Tim made gave away just how good it felt when Dick started to deliberately tease his prostate with the tips of his fingers. He clutched onto his lover, unable to do much more than lay there and take it in that moment. His cock twitched desperately, but he did what he could to ignore the depths of how badly he wanted to reach down and jerk himself off. Taking their time was important, and he wasn't about to do something selfish that could end it all too fast.
Tim smiled when Dick rolled them around, easing himself to straddle the older vigilante's powerful thighs. He let that thick cock rest against the cleft of his ass for a moment, leaning forward for a playful little kiss first. He wasn't actually going to tease him, not when he was desperate to have Dick in him. Still, there was a smirk pulling onto his lips as he stole the bottle of lube and slicked up his own hand. "Wanna make sure it fits okay." The teenager told him as he reached back to give Dick's length a few slow strokes to make sure it was nice and coated.
He eased himself forward, further onto his knees, so he could line the tip of the cock with his stretched hole. His movements were careful, lowering himself slowly as he felt every single inch that split him open. A weak, rough groan was pulled from his chest and he flung his head backward as his back arched. "Dick." Tim didn't allow himself to stop until he was fully seated in the older man's lap, having to take a second to get used to the sensation. His muscles gripped the cock inside of him tight and feeling so full and Tim's eyelashes fluttering. "Fuck, you're so big."
Subjecting himself to the powerful view of Tim settled like a rising phoenix above him, had Dick breathless. He was enthralled by the vision of the younger male's body leaning heavily against his throbbing cock. Swallowing down the heavy lump in the back of his throat, he called out Tim's name hoarsely. It wasn't easy to speak and think from this vantage. Dick had no idea what he was in for when he agreed to let Tim ride him like this. "You're so beautiful like this, so gorgeous. I can't wait to fill you." He whispered in quiet awe.
They'd coated themselves up with lube previously, but Tim coated Dick with more. Dick groaned and felt his cock throb against Tim's hand, jumping at the palm it wasn't used to-- the fingers that felt so different but so delightfully luscious against the blood-filled organ. Dick was defenseless when Tim finally began to lower himself. He didn't know what to do or say. His hands moved to grip Tim's hips with authority, holding tightly, adjusting as Tim did-- but gripping with the sweet insanity of pleasure that ripped through Dick's body as his cock was taken over by the tight intensity of being one with another man for the first time.
"Holy fuck, Tim. You're so tight. You're perfect. I've never felt this before. You're so tight, so hot." Dick pulled his hips back a hint and rolled them forward. He had a unique manner of getting his hips to dance when he was fucking someone. It had to do with his impossible flexibility and his desire to please whoever held him locked inside them. "I can't ever imagine not doing this... " It was a pretty strong reaction, but already Dick knew that he was lost to Tim. Everything about being with him was dizzying, breathtaking, and intimate in a way he couldn't remember being with another person previously.
The first roll of Dick's hips made Tim gasp and clutch onto him even tighter. Tim nuzzled at the man's ear, smiling as he spoke. "We can do this as often as you want." He told him with a wicked little smile, pleased to have provoked such a strong reaction in Dick. "Wherever you want, Dick. You can have me." He promised, fluttering his eyelashes as he squeezed around the thick cock inside of him.
Tim was smart enough to give himself a few moments to adjust to the feeling--it had been a while and he was sure to be gripping around Dick like a vice even with being stretched. Soon, though, it was too much to be able to stay still. He lifted himself up and then eased back down, going slow so he could appreciate every inch inside of him. "Feels so good." He slurred, dizzy with the pleasure coursing through his veins. "Mm, Dick. I love this."
Not wanting to be cruel, he did pick up the pace so that it at least wasn't agonizing. The younger man bounced in his lap, hips rocking to an inaudible beat. The sound of skin slapping could be heard, mixing with the lewd squelch of lube. Tim gasped and moaned with pleasure, but those sounds were quieted when he leaned forward to kiss Dick again.
"Often as I want?" It sounded way too good to be true, but Dick already knew he couldn't give this up, wouldn't be giving this up. He felt a connection to Tim that wasn't like any he'd had with partners previously. This was different in so many ways. He'd desired Tim for a long time now, even when he shouldn't have, and now that they had taken this step, he didn't know how to move backward.
Muscles pushed and pulled at his cock, bound tightly around it with every single motion of Tim's body. Dick didn't even bother with keeping quiet. He had no need, and he wanted Tim to know how impossible the pleasure he was feeling was. It waged war with his nerve endings and flung itself far and wide through his system. He didn't know how to handle being ridden like this.
The quicker Tim moved, the more accustomed Dick grew to his motions, and his hips began to figure out their little dance. He rolled his hips, picked up his pace, and ground into the body above him. Dick lifted his hips and thrust deep into Tim, helping with that flat slap of bodies that could be heard ringing throughout the room. When Tim leaned down, Dick only picked up his hips further, and then he rolled them and pinned Tim down to the bed.
Lifting Tim's legs, he boosted them around his waist and began to fuck deep into the younger male. "God, you feel so fucking good." His hand reached between them, and with every quick, forceful push into the other, he jerked his hand around Tim's cock. Dick panted and nipped and bit at Tim's lips, kissing him full of mess, and thrust his tongue inside Tim's mouth the same way he fucked into him.
The first time Dick rolled his hips up, Tim gasped and squeezed tighter around him. There was a lot of skill that came with being an acrobat, obviously, and Tim had never appreciated that more. He clung to him even as he bounced, desperate for something to hold onto. Pleasure flooded his senses and he was starting to lose himself entirely to it, cock bobbing against the older boy's abdomen with each bounce.
And then Dick took control, flipping them over so that Tim was flat on his back. His eyes went wide at the new angle, pupils blown as his back arched. "Dick!" He mewled out, too turned on to be embarrassed about how high-pitched it was. His legs locked around the older man's waist as though he was afraid if he let go Dick might leave. His brain wasn't really rational when it was this fogged up with pleasure, he just knew that he needed more and it felt like he might die if he didn't get it.
Another embarrassing sound left him when that hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him and adding to how good he felt. Every kiss that Dick gave him was met with just as much enthusiasm, wanting desperately to show the other man how good he was making him feel. When the kiss broke, though, he whined, his cock throbbing in Dick's grasp. "Mm, I... I'm gonna come soon, if you keep doing that!" He warned, wanting to let Dick know exactly where he was at.
Sensation after erotic sensation flooded Dick's synapses, firing away at his brain and the ultimate pleasure center. His body could only respond to the flares that it sent in response. No matter how much he wanted to savor every second of his first time inside Tim, he was led by the desperate need for both of them, especially Tim, to find the fine edge of this blade-like pleasure. It was an edge Dick had walked before, but this time it was different.
Tim's body was tighter, and Dick knew he was already lost inside him. He was attached in so many more ways than physically. He was bound tight, wrapped up in the desire to be with him like this as many times as possible and more. "Tim, oh god, fuck. Come for me, baby. I want to hear you come." Dick loved the sounds he could pull from Tim. He loved the way Tim reacted to him taking charge and the way Tim's body swallowed up his cock with every slap of their hips.
No matter how deep Dick pushed himself, he knew he wouldn't reach any sort of end. Hiking Tim's leg around him, Dick switched his angle, trying to find that spot again. He wanted to make sure that there was nothing left when Tim went over that edge, that Dick had pushed him in every way possible. Moaning loudly, Dick knew that he wasn't going to be able to last too much longer either, but he'd hold on until his lover, this beautiful teen below him, lost it all.
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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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Tim's cries partially surprise Dick. He knew that the prostate existed and that it was supposed to feel fucking good, but he had no idea if he'd manage to find it. It was a hope but not an expectation. The fact that his fingers ran softly along the tiny raised gland had the first Robin trying to find it repeatedly. That sound was sheer brutal ecstasy. If he continued at this rate, Dick wasn't sure he'd even last a couple of minutes once they did make it to the point of being joined together.
It might become an embarrassment, a discredit to his name, and so he was relieved when they both broke down and dissolved into the chords of absolute need that they did. Looking into Tim's eyes, Dick knew that he could only do one thing. Rolling about, he moved with Tim. "Climb on top of me. I want to feel you. Take all the time you need, but I want to be inside you before I lose it out here. You sound so beautiful, so filthy, and perfect. I want to know what it's like, Tim. Please." Now it was Dick's turn to beg, to show how much he desired and needed the other man.
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Tim smiled when Dick rolled them around, easing himself to straddle the older vigilante's powerful thighs. He let that thick cock rest against the cleft of his ass for a moment, leaning forward for a playful little kiss first. He wasn't actually going to tease him, not when he was desperate to have Dick in him. Still, there was a smirk pulling onto his lips as he stole the bottle of lube and slicked up his own hand. "Wanna make sure it fits okay." The teenager told him as he reached back to give Dick's length a few slow strokes to make sure it was nice and coated.
He eased himself forward, further onto his knees, so he could line the tip of the cock with his stretched hole. His movements were careful, lowering himself slowly as he felt every single inch that split him open. A weak, rough groan was pulled from his chest and he flung his head backward as his back arched. "Dick." Tim didn't allow himself to stop until he was fully seated in the older man's lap, having to take a second to get used to the sensation. His muscles gripped the cock inside of him tight and feeling so full and Tim's eyelashes fluttering. "Fuck, you're so big."
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They'd coated themselves up with lube previously, but Tim coated Dick with more. Dick groaned and felt his cock throb against Tim's hand, jumping at the palm it wasn't used to-- the fingers that felt so different but so delightfully luscious against the blood-filled organ. Dick was defenseless when Tim finally began to lower himself. He didn't know what to do or say. His hands moved to grip Tim's hips with authority, holding tightly, adjusting as Tim did-- but gripping with the sweet insanity of pleasure that ripped through Dick's body as his cock was taken over by the tight intensity of being one with another man for the first time.
"Holy fuck, Tim. You're so tight. You're perfect. I've never felt this before. You're so tight, so hot." Dick pulled his hips back a hint and rolled them forward. He had a unique manner of getting his hips to dance when he was fucking someone. It had to do with his impossible flexibility and his desire to please whoever held him locked inside them. "I can't ever imagine not doing this... " It was a pretty strong reaction, but already Dick knew that he was lost to Tim. Everything about being with him was dizzying, breathtaking, and intimate in a way he couldn't remember being with another person previously.
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Tim was smart enough to give himself a few moments to adjust to the feeling--it had been a while and he was sure to be gripping around Dick like a vice even with being stretched. Soon, though, it was too much to be able to stay still. He lifted himself up and then eased back down, going slow so he could appreciate every inch inside of him. "Feels so good." He slurred, dizzy with the pleasure coursing through his veins. "Mm, Dick. I love this."
Not wanting to be cruel, he did pick up the pace so that it at least wasn't agonizing. The younger man bounced in his lap, hips rocking to an inaudible beat. The sound of skin slapping could be heard, mixing with the lewd squelch of lube. Tim gasped and moaned with pleasure, but those sounds were quieted when he leaned forward to kiss Dick again.
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Muscles pushed and pulled at his cock, bound tightly around it with every single motion of Tim's body. Dick didn't even bother with keeping quiet. He had no need, and he wanted Tim to know how impossible the pleasure he was feeling was. It waged war with his nerve endings and flung itself far and wide through his system. He didn't know how to handle being ridden like this.
The quicker Tim moved, the more accustomed Dick grew to his motions, and his hips began to figure out their little dance. He rolled his hips, picked up his pace, and ground into the body above him. Dick lifted his hips and thrust deep into Tim, helping with that flat slap of bodies that could be heard ringing throughout the room. When Tim leaned down, Dick only picked up his hips further, and then he rolled them and pinned Tim down to the bed.
Lifting Tim's legs, he boosted them around his waist and began to fuck deep into the younger male. "God, you feel so fucking good." His hand reached between them, and with every quick, forceful push into the other, he jerked his hand around Tim's cock. Dick panted and nipped and bit at Tim's lips, kissing him full of mess, and thrust his tongue inside Tim's mouth the same way he fucked into him.
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And then Dick took control, flipping them over so that Tim was flat on his back. His eyes went wide at the new angle, pupils blown as his back arched. "Dick!" He mewled out, too turned on to be embarrassed about how high-pitched it was. His legs locked around the older man's waist as though he was afraid if he let go Dick might leave. His brain wasn't really rational when it was this fogged up with pleasure, he just knew that he needed more and it felt like he might die if he didn't get it.
Another embarrassing sound left him when that hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him and adding to how good he felt. Every kiss that Dick gave him was met with just as much enthusiasm, wanting desperately to show the other man how good he was making him feel. When the kiss broke, though, he whined, his cock throbbing in Dick's grasp. "Mm, I... I'm gonna come soon, if you keep doing that!" He warned, wanting to let Dick know exactly where he was at.
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Tim's body was tighter, and Dick knew he was already lost inside him. He was attached in so many more ways than physically. He was bound tight, wrapped up in the desire to be with him like this as many times as possible and more. "Tim, oh god, fuck. Come for me, baby. I want to hear you come." Dick loved the sounds he could pull from Tim. He loved the way Tim reacted to him taking charge and the way Tim's body swallowed up his cock with every slap of their hips.
No matter how deep Dick pushed himself, he knew he wouldn't reach any sort of end. Hiking Tim's leg around him, Dick switched his angle, trying to find that spot again. He wanted to make sure that there was nothing left when Tim went over that edge, that Dick had pushed him in every way possible. Moaning loudly, Dick knew that he wasn't going to be able to last too much longer either, but he'd hold on until his lover, this beautiful teen below him, lost it all.
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