I may have some sticks in my bag to help, in case you're a tough case.
[There was a joke there, and yet a kernel of truth resided right there in the middle. Dick kept his electrified Escrima sticks tucked away and nearby all the time and they were currently in the bag that was hanging out in a large overhead bin with a few other carryons at the back of the plane.
The effect ended up giving him a slightly mysterious vibe and a little wickedly twisted grin, right before he broke down laughing.
Noting that his touch seems to ease Eddie, Dick continues the kneading with his foot, moving closer and closer to a certain goal, while reaching out with his hand to play with Eddie's fingers. He slides his own up and down along the sides and center -- teasing before they move to Eddie's lips.]
No, I don't want my first time on a plane either. However, I don't mind getting on my knees for you, if that would take your mind off of things.
( in truth, he's not doing so bad. he's been worse on plane, bad enough that he's had to rely on drugs to put him to sleep in order to survive the flight without falling into a panic. this, so far, is pretty good. maybe it's because this spacious cabin looks more like the foyer of a mansion than the inside of an airplane. the closed windows also helps eddie to forget that he's thousands and thousands of feet in the air, high above the ground, suspended, oh— )
—God.
( he looks down to the far end of the cabin, down at the pristine decorations. he needs to center himself, and he hears however, i don't mind getting on my knees for you.
dick says it so easily, so airily, eddie feels himself flush. )
Dick, Jesus. You're gonna kill me. ( he wasn't necessarily asking for eddie's attention back, but he gets it. eddie grasps his wrist and pulls, briefly glancing away to ensure the fasten seatbelts sign is off. ) C'mere... I want you here. I wanna feel you.
( eddie flattens himself further in his cushy seat to give dick room to sit atop him, to sit on his lap. on a normal plane, that'd be impossible. the people, for one, but also those seats are so small. this seat feels like a boat by comparison. )
[Seatbelt signs don't last all that long in a private plane. They're only there during take-off, landing, and if there's going to be turbulence. Dick has been in this plane numerous times and has no qualms about trusting the pilot with his life. The flight comes naturally to the man whose alter ego is named after a bird, one which comes from a family of bats.
All he wants is for Eddie to be at ease, and he will do anything to make sure this man he's become so taken with enjoys their ride. He's about to ease himself between Eddie's legs when he finds his body being pulled firmly into the older male's lap.
Giving a soft chuckle, Dick slides his hands along Eddie's shoulders-- pressing his knees tight into the back of the seat so that he can find a comfortable space for them to sit together like this. ]
Is this what you want, babe? You can feel any part of me you want.
[Taking his own liberty, Dick runs his hands along Eddie's shoulders and then outward, down along his arms and then across his chest, taking pure enjoyment in the study of this man beneath him. His hips rock forward slightly as hips are wont to do.]
( who wouldn't want to be cruising in a private jet, pleasantly buzzed, with the hottest guy in gotham bouncing in his lap? )
...Yeah, no, pretty sure I'm the lucky one.
( dangerously lucky. he's got to be moments from having all his luck run out. these past few years have been so chaotic, characterized by saving the world, and cannibalism, and serial killers, and going on the run. if you told him last month that he'd be flying in luxury with bruce wayne's right-hand, eddie wouldn't have believed it.
his hands fall on dick's hips as he surges forward to press their lips together. he's not urging him to be still or encouraging more; he's mostly letting dick set that pace. one of his hands slides back to squeeze dick's ass, something that'd be much harder to do had dick been blowing him right now... not that it's entirely off the table. but kissing him feels good, numbing. eddie's so tired of being afraid all the time. he's afraid of heights, and he's afraid of being caught, and he's afraid that the alien inside of him might snap open his jaws and devour dick in one bite—
but when they're kissing, eddie doesn't feel so afraid. he doesn't feel much more than dick's weight atop him and a promise of what's to come. )
You have no idea what I see, do you. Cause damn, Eddie. You're one hell of a catch.
[ There's no real reason why, but Dick can look down into those eyes and see beyond the surface. There's depth; there's concern and care. Then there's that need Dick's seen from Eddie, too. The way he's demanded things of Dick-- that one time they had over the phone. Dick can't even begin to wrap his mind around how exponentially beyond hot that was. He was fucking ready to come without ever touching himself. His body quivered, and he whimpered while he listened-- merely listening to Eddie get off on how possessive he was of Dick. Hell, and they still haven't touched one another naked.
Dick has never in his fucking life done any damn relationship like this. He's the one who fucks girls and then has relationships that fall apart because he's too busy trying to save them, or the world, or keep things from imploding. He forgets, he's careless, but he was changing-- is changing. Has changed? Fuck. There are no words for what it's like sitting here looking down at Eddie with his fingers combing through his hair and his hips rolling against the other man, knowing without a shadow of a doubt that he wants him and will keep wanting him no matter what it means for him.
Eddie surges up, and their lips clash together. Dick practically eats his way into Eddie's mouth, his tongue and teeth all at the ready. He's got this. He's hungry, depraved, and so fucking desperate for it. He wants to drink Eddie down all the way down until he's rolling around in him. Dick's hands slide effortlessly under Eddie's shirt and along his skin, across his sides and across his chest, nails blunt but digging across the muscles just hard enough to notice. Luck? No. Fuck. Dick is the luckiest bastard here.]
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[There was a joke there, and yet a kernel of truth resided right there in the middle. Dick kept his electrified Escrima sticks tucked away and nearby all the time and they were currently in the bag that was hanging out in a large overhead bin with a few other carryons at the back of the plane.
The effect ended up giving him a slightly mysterious vibe and a little wickedly twisted grin, right before he broke down laughing.
Noting that his touch seems to ease Eddie, Dick continues the kneading with his foot, moving closer and closer to a certain goal, while reaching out with his hand to play with Eddie's fingers. He slides his own up and down along the sides and center -- teasing before they move to Eddie's lips.]
No, I don't want my first time on a plane either. However, I don't mind getting on my knees for you, if that would take your mind off of things.
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—God.
( he looks down to the far end of the cabin, down at the pristine decorations. he needs to center himself, and he hears however, i don't mind getting on my knees for you.
dick says it so easily, so airily, eddie feels himself flush. )
Dick, Jesus. You're gonna kill me. ( he wasn't necessarily asking for eddie's attention back, but he gets it. eddie grasps his wrist and pulls, briefly glancing away to ensure the fasten seatbelts sign is off. ) C'mere... I want you here. I wanna feel you.
( eddie flattens himself further in his cushy seat to give dick room to sit atop him, to sit on his lap. on a normal plane, that'd be impossible. the people, for one, but also those seats are so small. this seat feels like a boat by comparison. )
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All he wants is for Eddie to be at ease, and he will do anything to make sure this man he's become so taken with enjoys their ride. He's about to ease himself between Eddie's legs when he finds his body being pulled firmly into the older male's lap.
Giving a soft chuckle, Dick slides his hands along Eddie's shoulders-- pressing his knees tight into the back of the seat so that he can find a comfortable space for them to sit together like this. ]
Is this what you want, babe? You can feel any part of me you want.
[Taking his own liberty, Dick runs his hands along Eddie's shoulders and then outward, down along his arms and then across his chest, taking pure enjoyment in the study of this man beneath him. His hips rock forward slightly as hips are wont to do.]
Fuck. How did I get so lucky?
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( who wouldn't want to be cruising in a private jet, pleasantly buzzed, with the hottest guy in gotham bouncing in his lap? )
...Yeah, no, pretty sure I'm the lucky one.
( dangerously lucky. he's got to be moments from having all his luck run out. these past few years have been so chaotic, characterized by saving the world, and cannibalism, and serial killers, and going on the run. if you told him last month that he'd be flying in luxury with bruce wayne's right-hand, eddie wouldn't have believed it.
his hands fall on dick's hips as he surges forward to press their lips together. he's not urging him to be still or encouraging more; he's mostly letting dick set that pace. one of his hands slides back to squeeze dick's ass, something that'd be much harder to do had dick been blowing him right now... not that it's entirely off the table. but kissing him feels good, numbing. eddie's so tired of being afraid all the time. he's afraid of heights, and he's afraid of being caught, and he's afraid that the alien inside of him might snap open his jaws and devour dick in one bite—
but when they're kissing, eddie doesn't feel so afraid. he doesn't feel much more than dick's weight atop him and a promise of what's to come. )
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[ There's no real reason why, but Dick can look down into those eyes and see beyond the surface. There's depth; there's concern and care. Then there's that need Dick's seen from Eddie, too. The way he's demanded things of Dick-- that one time they had over the phone. Dick can't even begin to wrap his mind around how exponentially beyond hot that was. He was fucking ready to come without ever touching himself. His body quivered, and he whimpered while he listened-- merely listening to Eddie get off on how possessive he was of Dick. Hell, and they still haven't touched one another naked.
Dick has never in his fucking life done any damn relationship like this. He's the one who fucks girls and then has relationships that fall apart because he's too busy trying to save them, or the world, or keep things from imploding. He forgets, he's careless, but he was changing-- is changing. Has changed? Fuck. There are no words for what it's like sitting here looking down at Eddie with his fingers combing through his hair and his hips rolling against the other man, knowing without a shadow of a doubt that he wants him and will keep wanting him no matter what it means for him.
Eddie surges up, and their lips clash together. Dick practically eats his way into Eddie's mouth, his tongue and teeth all at the ready. He's got this. He's hungry, depraved, and so fucking desperate for it. He wants to drink Eddie down all the way down until he's rolling around in him. Dick's hands slide effortlessly under Eddie's shirt and along his skin, across his sides and across his chest, nails blunt but digging across the muscles just hard enough to notice. Luck? No. Fuck. Dick is the luckiest bastard here.]