[Maybe Dick never thought of himself as the grounding presence in a relationship, but at this one maybe he could be. There's something here that he's not found before. It's been just under a day, the start to a new year and Dick realizes that it's truly the beginning to a new thing. He doesn't know how it will work between them, or what they will move together toward, but they already committed the sin of stating feelings.
There's a sinful look that takes over Dick's eyes at the mention of working up an appetite now that Bruce has lost his shirt. ]
Oh, any hints on how you wish to do that this time?
[Fingers move inward from Bruce's waist to flick open the belt at his waist, and then the button and undo the zipper. Clothes, such a waste of a naked body and one that Dick had been enjoying visualizing and touching. Get it clean only to mess it up. Dick liked the thought of that as well.]
( try as he might, he can't wipe the faint grin there touching his lips as dick's fingers move to his belt. then button. finally the zipper, tugging it down. they really should bring the food in at the very least, it can always be eaten later after all.
yet he doesn't make much of an effort to go and do so. doesn't even think to move, really. rather, he just stands there. close to dick. staring at him with those blue eyes of his. )
Starting to get the idea you prefer me without clothes.
[At least the food is by the door, in an inner alcove that no one will fuck with. It'll be cold when they reach it, but Dick doesn't care about that. What's here in front of him is far more interesting. Dick slips his hand around the pants as he's done before, letting them loosen beneath his fingers.
This time, he slides his hands down the back of the waist and beyond whatever briefs-boxers or the sort that kept skin divided from pants and brings his hands tight to Bruce's ass, gripping it to bring him in closer. ]
I think for this party, I like you much better without clothing. You're fan-fucking-tastic without a stitch of clothing on. You have a beautiful body to look at, touch, taste. I enjoy every facet of it.
[This he means far more than a little and it's obvious with the eyes that he keeps on Bruce.]
( that laugh that leaves him is soft and a little shy. again, he's not exactly accustomed to these sorts of comments. still a bit of a recluse and not entirely having the Bruce Wayne persona down yet, playboy billionaire prince of gotham isn't yet a title he wears shamelessly.
one day, maybe. for now, just a touch socially inept.
he ducks his head. hair falling in front of his face. flicks it off to the side with a shake of his head when he lets himself look up to dick there in front of him. )
I think your master plan is to tire me out to the point of never wanting to leave.
( this apartment. this moment. him. could be any. could be all. always a mystery with bruce. )
[There's a bit of a sway in his motion, a movement of sorts that's not unlike a dance, but not really one either. Kissing along the underside of Bruce's chin, Dick slides to his neck and lower to move his mouth over his collar.]
It was your idea to work up an appetite. I'm only helping with that. I might enjoy wearing you out, I'm not ashamed of admitting that. My body likes yours. Alas, what shall I do. Do you want to take off your pants, or shall I.
[Finding him walking back toward the couch, he presses Bruce up against it and pushes his way between his thighs. There's a comfort now in the way they fit together. It'd all been so awkward at first, and Dick had felt no agency in his own right while they were together the first time.
This time, he has quite a bit more. He enjoys the fact they're both young males, and that they do fit nicely together. He doesn't feel the need to cut and worship Bruce because he's afraid that he'll never see him again.]
( it's strange to be so playful like this. yet here they are. doing just that with one another. how long will it last? a mystery not even bruce can find the answer to, but. for the moment, he doesn't try to. instead, he lets himself fall back against the couch, tugging dick down with him as he does. )
I think you should.
( words soft. low. feeling that sensation of heat slowly begin to flow through his veins. )
[There's a bright laugh that happens when Dick gets pulled back onto the couch in what he feels is more like a flop over the edge than anything respectful. Laying across Bruce, Dick moves and settles so that they're at least comfortable, no elbows or knees in unkind places. ]
You think I should, hm? I can do this.
[Taking the pathway of most enjoyment, Dick begins to work his way down Bruce's body. It's a tapestry of artwork now that he's more familiar with it. He's spent the night combing over it with his fingers, and watching it move as they've laid together naked. Now his mouth knows where to kiss, sensitive spots, and scars alike. Long lingering kisses, and lazy laps of tongue. Dick offers a few more marks that will thrive for the next few days as well.
He spends his time enjoying dark circles, one on each side with his tongue, teeth and full mouth-- playing and teasing until he makes Bruce give up one of his little noises. Then he finally moves to kneeling between legs. Fingers work at the pants until they're caught on sharp hips. Dick's strength pulls them up, one side and then the other and works the pants off, it's the same with the things beneath the pants.
Both are laid neatly over the back of the couch until they are naked together. Bruce lowers himself and grins.]
( here they are again. the two of them. skin on skin, a heat felt between them. it's more than bruce has felt in an extremely long time, liable to overwhelm him at times and yet, for the moment, he sinks into it. sinks into the warmth dick gives to him and that he feels for dick throughout his body.
back on this couch though with far less clothing than they'd had the first time things had startedβ ah. that's certainly something to think about. here. right here. is where all of this started with a brush of lips and a kiss that lasted throughout the entire night. it's not necessarily a blur. he remembers all of it. the way dick felt, the way he sounded, the way he looked pushed over like he was, taking the toy before he took him. engraved across his mind, wondering if he might come to look back sadly on such a time.
it all started here and now they've found themselves here once again.
back pressing against the cushions of the couch, a sound leaves him. deep from the back of his throat and he smiles some up to the other man above him. )
You're asking me this as if I don't already know you want more.
[The question was more about exactly what Bruce wanted this time. Dick remembers the first time. It was his first after all. It's burned into his memory, and while it wasn't the way he dreamed his first time might be-- there were moments that turned it around. There were moments where Bruce laid against his back and kissed him, moments where Dick will always remember that weight as their bodies moved together. He can't forget that. He will never forget the tight, warm, pressure that filled him to completion which came only by way of the man which he looks down upon now. They are one and the same, even if the atmosphere is so very different.
A shift has taken place somewhere and there's a language that's been taught and learned. This is where it started, but the night was very different when it started previously. It was hesitant and fraught with nerves, tight and full of unknown tensions. Now there's what lay in the present. It's softer, and nerves have been chased away, replaced by glances and huffs, brushes of hair and noses.
Nipping at Bruce's bottom lip, he sucks at it and then kisses over his neck with a hum of his own.]
I know you know that. The question is how do you want this time to go.
[Shifting his body, Dick's tongue circles a nipple and pulls it deep in his mouth, licking and plucking at it as he sucks over the entire thing before releasing it, to move across and do the same thing to the other side.]
( their first time had been a mishmash of nerves and personas that seem much more quieter now. the innate need to dominate and be in control from batman against dick's own need and want for the other man and to show how eager and willing he'd been to be and do whatever he wanted. maybe it'd been a little clunky in the beginning, but. they'd found their way eventuallyβ bruce had found his way inside dick, and the end result had been the thing they had both been chasing after so desperately.
bruce feels a little more at ease now β less of a need to be on and more comfortable, in a sense, with being just like this with the other man. with dick. who seems to intent on memorizing every inch of him with only fingers but lips as well. that tongue draws a soft hum from the dark knight that could be almost mistaken for a moan. head pushed back, fingers blindly carding through similar dark strands of hair, blue eyes slipping shut. he replays the question over in his head a couple times before he finally looks down to him. )
[There's more room to sprawl out there, to maneuver, to open up and be with in the bedroom. While Dick is still open to everything and anything Bruce desires, he has a deep seated desire to watch Bruce this time. He has no wishes to be on his back. This time he wants to wrap his agile legs up high around the other male's back while Bruce pressed in deep and filled what was left of Dick. He wanted to be taken apart and put back together, with every part of Bruce's body.
Already the words Bruce speaks begin the process of undoing. Dick can feel his body growing hard and pressing in against the firm thigh below it. His own lashes flutter close, and he slides his fingers across a stomach he's come to know almost as well as the one that's attached to his own skin. The dips and outlines of muscles, and little ripples that waiver as he places pressure over them. The knife mark here, and dimpled mark of a bullet not quite taken there, he's learnt them all.
It's the same as his own. They wear protective armor that never quite does a complete job, but never once can they show it. It's not until they're in the shower back home do they look over the damage done, bandage themselves up and wonder what will leave a new mark and what won't. What will they wear forever, and what will leave with only a faint brush. ]
This one. I like this one, because I know that you had to have stood so stern when you took it, never flinching, but I know what it feels like. There's that initial punch of impact, almost shocking, but you don't feel the flesh tear, only the wetness that feels so much like water but it's thicker, and sticks as it begins to dry-- right as burn starts up, like a ring of fire curling inward. Then later there's more pain no matter what's been given, or what you refuse to take. It keeps you up, of course it does, because why would you sleep anyway and this is but one more excuse.
[Dick kisses it this time, and spends his time nurturing the mark with this mouth, feeling so seen as he does. No one else knows this as intimately as they do. That's why Bruce is the man allowed inside Dick's body when no other person will ever have that privilege.]
( there's something about the way dick lavishes him with such delicate attention that has his body feel as if it's on fire. it doesn't hurt. doesn't make him flinch or feel awkward about any of this. it's just... to think someone so eagerly wants to see and taste him like this. someone who knows how it is to be the way they are and doesn't need any explanation for it... it's not a thing he ever thought he would come across. he would ever find in his life with the cowl off. yet he finds it here. in dick. on the couch. and it's scary to think how it might feel to lose that. lose this. lose him.
it's why bruce still treads relatively gently with all this. apprehensive to an extent, as always. waiting for the other shoe to unexpectedly drop. he doesn't let it control his actions right now. doesn't let it reach for his clothes to pull them back on. he'd already let it do that earlier, after the shower and had been met with that look in dick's eyes when he had. one day, those eyes won't work on him. one day, he'll need to say no and leave. but that's not for right now. right now dick touches over scars few rarely ever see and none ever touch like dick himself is. )
Think you have everything we need in the bedroom.
( lube, he's mostly thinking of. unless dick has some stashed out here between the cushions which... that would certainly be a choice. granted, dick's a bachelor now and all, so. maybe he does. who is bruce to judge when it comes to someone's private or love life? )
[It's that feeling, Dick knows. He knows that he voiced something so private that it might give Bruce pause, but there's a time for that. There's a need between them to give volume to certain things that only they know. Maybe it can stir up a little apprehension, but perhaps it also weaves a bond down the line. This night has been all about fits and starts, steps forward and backwards. There are no shoes to drop today.
There will be no shoes to drop when Bruce leaves later either, as Dick knows he inevitably will. Sliding down Bruce's body, Dick places his hands on thick, muscular thighs and licks over the sac that sits with an overt invitation between Bruce's legs. He runs his mouth and hot breath over his shaft, and licks lightly over the tip, tasting a flavor he won't soon forget. ]
Yes, most everything is in the bedroom, and soon we will be too.
[There is no secret stash of lube out here. The only man that Dick will be with and has been with is Bruce, and he doesn't make a habit of masturbating in his living space. If it's needed with a woman, which he hasn't been with anyone in quite some time, then it's used wherever they are. Dick hasn't brought anyone back to this place yet. No one but Bruce. The last place he had someone, well, that was in Metropolis before he and Kory broke up. That was his last time with anyone.
It was nothing like this, felt nothing like this. This. Bruce. All of it, he needs so much more, and it's not easy to deal with. Slipping out of Bruce's lap, he holds his hand out and offers to help his partner up.]
( sounds leave him as dick's lips travel down his body. sounds he doesn't often make, given his lack of play he allows himself to have. they're soft yet genuine and filled with a deep desire for more that he doesn't ever exactly voice with words. rather, like always, it's what he doesn't say and shows through his actions. the way fingers twist and tug gently on the strands of hair they hold. the way his head tilts back β lips parting and blue eyes shut. all little ways in which bruce shows how much he wants this. how much he enjoys this. how much he needs dick.
it all comes to a halt, as expected, and he blinks his eyes open. slips out of the gentle euphoria that had been cradling him and comes back to the present. a lick over his lips, he eyes dick. eyes that hand. )
I'm sure you do.
( hope that he'll come. ah, the innuendo. but he takes the other man's hand, pulls himself up, and steals a kiss from those lips he's tasted so much over the number of hours he's been here since last night. so much that he's almost certain dick is a taste he won't soon forget. )
[It's those sounds that wash over Dick's skin and flood his body with a fresh new set of endorphins, one set that sends all his hair to stand on end as everything prickles with a river of pleasure. When it's done by cold air it's never feels quite as wonderful as when done by the darkening voice of one Bruce Wayne. It's like something Dick could reach out and touch, a brush of warm velvet, black silk over his body that he wants to roll around in over and over-- but nothing feels as good as the man himself.
Skipping forward to wind up in those arms, Dick takes Bruce into them and winds himself up close for the time it takes to kiss there in front of the couch. Tasting all the flavors they've shared tonight, food, drinks, one another-- they're all there for the taking when their tongues mix and pulls back and forth. It's Dick's turn to huff a sigh and pull back while he leads them back to his room, and bed.
Crawling up, with his back against the bed, he pulls Bruce with him. He wants the weight of the other male on top of him. He wants to feel their bodies pressed together right now. ]
For you...
[He whispers, barely audibly, but they both know that hearing has never been a problem between them.]
I'm all for you.
[A reminder, not that it's needed, as Dick's mouth greedily takes up whatever it can reach first. Now that they've made it here, he's not shy about where this is headed, and he wants every little piece of Bruce that he can have.]
( they're back here again. dick's bed. something that the other man will have to, yet again, change in terms of the sheets and bruce can't help but almost feel a touch bad for that. how many more times is this man going to have to do such a thing while he's here? better yet, how many spare sheets does he have to change the bed? time might tell, though it's not as if he's setting a personal goal to find out there.
not today at least.
he's pulled in and he follows without hesitation. lips seeking out dick's for a kiss that soon breaks. lips roam as freely as hands do over warm, naked skin, and bruce watches between them as it all happens. watches the way dick so eagerly lets himself fall into this all over again. there's a sort of desperation still there between them, but not as clunky as it had been the first time around. this time, they're a little more familiar with each other. this time, it's a little more intimate than hot with desire. that still exists. of course it does. just not as focused this time. at least on bruce's end.
lips press an open-mouthed kiss to the curve of dick's neck and he lifts his head then, strands of hair falling in front of his face as he does. blue eyes peeking through them. )
You have me.
( right here in this very moment. he can't promise him always. can't even reassure him of that. bruce has a love affair with gotham that's difficult to break, even now, so early on in his career, but. he can give him this. he can be here, right now. it's more than he's given anyone in a long time. )
[There's a set in the washer that needs to turn over to dry, and he has one last set before he's out-- if Dick's calculated correctly. There have been lots of nights he's bled through sheets and had them changed several times because he hated to lie around in a mess when he was laying there thinking. This is completely different, but it's all about being neat and clean. The laundry is usually done every few days anyways, so he doesn't overly fret about it.
All that's on Dick's mind is the man that follows him up onto the bed, the weighty length of body that comes with a new secure taste of mouth and tongue. This time it's as if molten lava courses beneath skin, running through his veins, startling eruptions within Dick's body at places he never associated with sex before. Where touches fall, new flows trail blazes along arms, legs, chest. When Bruce seeks Dick's neck, he tips his head back with a distinguished sound that aches for more and heat bleeds outwards and takes over from there all the way to fill the ache between his legs.
It's the same, and yet it's quite different. There's a greater intimacy to having Bruce like this, and to hearing those words like spun silk. It doesn't matter for how long it lasts right this second, tomorrow, years from now. Dick knows that in the here and now, he can enjoy the feeling of them together like this, exactly this.
Fingers scrabble to dig in purchase, aching as Dick's mouth also seeks more skin-- Gotham will always be loved between them, but they can have this for now. Watching Bruce's blue eyes, Dick's amber ones rise up as his head lifts so that he can lick across lips, hips pull and waiver, enjoying the extra slide of flesh to flesh. ]
Would you taste me? I want to feel your mouth. I want to feel you fill me again most, but I want-- I want to know what it feels like. It's okay, if you don't. I understand.
( dick goes and asks that of him and... hm. there's a slight pause in bruce's mannerisms β in his touches with both lips and fingers as blue eyes search over dick's face. for a moment, one that must feel too long, he's quiet before a huff leaves him. amused. )
Do I need to be worried you can read minds now?
( it's soft but playful, the way he asks that. because he'd been considering it. genuinely. yet dick goes and beats him to the punch and bruce is left both amused and surprised.
really, though. he better not be able to read minds. )
You want to know how it feels for me to.
( he gently corrects that, parting dick's legs even as he does. )
It'd be a shame if you've never experienced it at all before.
[The pause catches him off guard, and initially he figures he's asked too much. His heart sinks a small bit, but Dick understands that some men are different than others and Bruce like Dick is new to being with men. It's not always easy to embrace that side of wanting someone.
With Dick it's an easy choice. He wants to touch and taste every part of Bruce, even places he hasn't gotten near yet. He figures there will eventually be time for him to find his space, and time for him to know even the most intimate details of Bruce's body-- if not today, then another time when they find one another. Dick has a sinking suspicion that while they might not meet again tomorrow, something will bring them together for another night, another tangle of trepidation while they reacquaint and then fall back into this once more.
There's far too much here.
Finally when Bruce speaks, the knot untangles and Dick laughs softly. He gently pats Bruce's ass in a faux spank.]
Here I thought you were going to say that I was asking too much, when I was only speaking your mind.
[Opening his legs up, he reaches up for one more kiss before lips disappear from sight. That will be the hardest part to give up. Dick's far too addicted to kissing Bruce for his own good.]
( he realizes a little after how uncomfortable that silence might have been, but. they've pushed past it now. as they have a few things since his coming over here last night. simply another short-lived obstacle no longer in their way.
for now, at least.
he wears nothing but a faint grin β quite literally β as he begins to make his way down dick's body. slowly, mind you. letting lips and fingertips ghost over warm skin as he does. mapping out the lines of a man he's touched so much over the however many hours it's been now. clearly memorized, by now. yet still finding the need to touch and explore him in whatever ways he can.
bruce is not against tending to his partner's needs and that includes going down on them, however that may be. chalk it up to that need of his to be in control β to be the one responsible for the sounds spilling from their lips and the way their body eventually comes to jerk with a reaction. he wants to as much as dick wants him to and even if the other man hadn't voiced his want and desire for this, he would have eventually found himself here between his legs at some point. maybe just not right off the bat with that first time.
the pad of a thumb brushes over a hipbone as he sinks down further, strands of hair falling in front of his face as he leaves wet, open-mouthed kisses on warm skin. there's a flick of blue eyes up towards dick through those strands of hair. curious. watching. knowing how it feels to see this on the other end. )
[Tips of fingers that had been clinging to Bruce's waist slide upward as the other male moves down. Moving one of the pillows from the bed to add to the other beneath his head, Dick props his head up some so he can watch for now. He's seen all sorts of things similar to this, but not that have enchanted him more, or meant nearly as much as this.
Biting into his lip, there's slips of breath both in and out that come when Bruce kisses over particularly sensitive spots. He's come to know Dick's body throughout the time they've been together, and it's inevitable that he will draw every noise that he wants, even as Dick had enjoyed drinking them from Bruce's lips.
A sharp gasp, an inhaled curse comes when that finger overflows Dick's hipbone, a particularly sensitive spot. The kisses leave blood rushing from every anxious part of his body, sliding downward somehow proving that he isn't as combustible as Dick imagines he is, swearing that he will burn up any second now from the grace of attention being paid to him. Sliding his fingers into those swaying strands of hair, Dick pushes them back and away from full lips so that he can see all that happens. ]
"Fuck, you are beautiful, every inch of you. Your mouth is a work of art and I can't wait to feel it."
( there he goes again with the beautiful talk. it's not enough to pull bruce from the moment β to pull him away from dick. it's just... funny. in a way. nothing that makes him laugh, just. makes him pause. if even for a moment. )
You like to talk a lot.
( words he murmurs against warm skin as he curls a set of fingers around the man's cock. )
That's not a bad thing. ( he clarifies. ) Just something I've noticed.
( it helps when bruce seems to be the more quiet one between them. helps to have someone fill the silence he so often lets himself get lost in and keep him there. present. if even to be given hums and looks for a response. it's still something. still a means to communicate with him.
he strokes dick there between his legs. watches the way he grows hard and eager there in his hand. his experience with this lacks just a touch, but. he knows enough of what to do. had watched the way dick had taken the plunge and swallowed him over and over again. he knows what he likes and can only offer something similar to dick, so. he does. intend to, that is. because he cares. that in itself still... new. like this. so much of this between them these number of hours they've spent together.
gently, he brushes the pad of his thumb over the head. stilling it there. slowly rubbing circles around it while he lazily watches the other man from between his legs. only after a moment does he lean in. slow. and drags his tongue over in place of his thumb. watching dick the entire time he does. tasting him. licking him. as lazy as a cat almost. )
[This time he meant it in every single way it sounded, and Dick couldn't help himself. He's laying there with a man that takes his breath away, hovering over him and the words that are there bubble up and fall from his lips. He could have been silent and huffed his way through it, or only said what he was thinking with touch-- which is how it might have gone before the pit, but since even before then Dick has been trying to prove that he's not his mentor. He's not as closed down emotionally, and that he can speak his mind when he wants to.
Dick has fucked up so much before, and the man that his mentor turned him into wasn't the person that Dick had been. It was a vigilante of his mentor's making. Now that Dick is solid in who he is, and what he stands for with and without the rules, he can enjoy this relationship with someone so very different from his mentor, even if they have quite a few similarities, but also a heap of differences. There are more and more than Dick finds every second that he spends with Bruce.
He rolls his fingers through Bruce's hair and curls a lock around his finger. ]
I've been trying to talk more. Didn't used to talk so much. [There's a small space of time, and then Bruce touches him...
Fuck. I hope you don't expect me to be quiet during this..
[It doesn't matter how they communicate; they've been learning and Bruce does speak when it's particularly important, and sometimes merely to joke around. Perhaps he doesn't always say the things that matter, maybe he speaks around them, but Dick's learning the subtext and how to interpret that in a way that's meaningful. It a thing that's come with being in close proximity for over twenty-four hours now.
Whatever experience is lacking when it comes to physical experiences doesn't matter much to Dick. He had no experience when it came to taking Bruce in his mouth, he'd never been with a male prior to coming into this in much of any way. All that Dick knows is that it matters that Bruce is the person touching him, hovering over him, and it has Dick's body tightening and growing to full length with only a few strokes. The idea of having Bruce's mouth on him is enough for Dick.
Lifting his head up, he pillows his head on one of his hands, trying to see more and is enthralled by watching every little tiny step. The heat in Dick's eyes sharpens and sets little flares across his body while he watches Bruce watching him back. The curiosity, the deep seated need to suss out Dick's every little needy whimper, sharp inhale and twist of head and curse with each new touch, drives Dick further under this spell Bruce has cast. Dark orbs take in Bruce and his icy blue eyes when they meet again, only falling away when Bruce finally does give in and lick over Dick's cock. It's then and only then that Dick gives up and falls back with a long and fully satisfied moan. ]
Fuck. Bruce... God. Yes.
sorry for the delay on this. had to get back into the smut brain.
( over the course of however many hours they'll have been together, this will have been the most sexually active he's been so back-to-back to the point where even he's a little in disbelief. granted, it's dick and his first time sexually with another man, but. even then. this has all been an indulgence he never thought he would let himself have and it begs the question of whether or not he'll be tapped out for a number of weeks or months after all this between them.
who's to say? he sure as hell doesn't have an answer for it.
dick seems to. have an answer to his tongue, that is. sounds leaving him that twist some part of him up within the pit of bruce's stomach and encourages him further.
mouth wet on the man's cock, there's a wet little pop that can be heard when he pulls away a bit, fingers stroking thick flesh lazily as he licks over his lips. gives himself a second. delays it a little longer as a means to playfully tease dick there. )
You're going to come before I even get to see what you're capable of.
( it's a gentle sort of attempt at chiding, but. he doesn't really mean it. if dick wants to come right this very second, he can. something about all this lacks the dominance he'd fallen into earlier. not to say that he isn't above taking control of the situation, just. he's being a little more lazy this time around. taking his time, as it were. something they've seemed to struggle with, likely to all of this being very raw and new.
a tilt of his head, blue eyes flick their gaze back up to dick and he pumps that cock a little quicker. a little more firmly there in his hand. )
[[ooc: Yeah, I've had troubles having Dick brain, and smut mode. Couple of doctors are switching up drugs on me all at once, so I'm super foggy brain. So, forgive if this goes in some odd direction or if words get too repetitive. I try, I try!!! There's love behind it. That's all I know. <3 PS, you know I found out there are people (or at least a person) actively tracking and reading this thread? eeek. it scares me a little now. ha]
[It's not like Dick has never felt a pair of lips around his cock before, never felt the glistening warmth of someone's mouth as they savored the weight of his tip, sampling the bitter flavor of his come while he laid back and grappled with their hair. Dick's been through this experience, but it's different when it comes to Bruce. It's all different when it comes to Bruce and that's the point, isn't it?
The fingers that brush back that pretty hair so Dick can gaze at the mouth as it rounds out slightly when Bruce opens up to take in Dick's tip, hold on tight until he lifts back. Dick puffs out a heated round of air, suffering another gasp at that tiny pop, so indignant in its half promise. The thought that what comes off, might come back-- but instead there are playful teasing words. ]
No, I don't think so. I think I'm good.
[There's no way Dick's going to come right this second, or even in the next thirty, or sixty seconds. He's got quite a bit of stamina built up in him. They've gotten off twice already, and Dick is ready for this one. There might be a hard cock standing tall against his stomach, glistening with all the thoughts of what Bruce can and might do to it, but it's going to stand the test of time if Dick has any say. He's going to try at least.
The fingers around it feel like fate. He's felt them already, and knows the calm death they bring. Inhaling deep, Dick shakes his head.]
No matter if I go now or later, I want to go with you inside me no matter what. I want to feel you again. Bruce. I want to come with you pushing your cock as deep inside me as you can, but this time I want you facing me. I want to wrap my legs high around your back and show you how flexible I can be, and how deep you can go.
[The hell with mincing words, it's hard to think of anything else when Bruce is there holding his cock hostage.] Suck me, and then fuck me, but please, fuck me. I-- please.
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There's a sinful look that takes over Dick's eyes at the mention of working up an appetite now that Bruce has lost his shirt. ]
Oh, any hints on how you wish to do that this time?
[Fingers move inward from Bruce's waist to flick open the belt at his waist, and then the button and undo the zipper. Clothes, such a waste of a naked body and one that Dick had been enjoying visualizing and touching. Get it clean only to mess it up. Dick liked the thought of that as well.]
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yet he doesn't make much of an effort to go and do so. doesn't even think to move, really. rather, he just stands there. close to dick. staring at him with those blue eyes of his. )
Starting to get the idea you prefer me without clothes.
( just a little. )
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This time, he slides his hands down the back of the waist and beyond whatever briefs-boxers or the sort that kept skin divided from pants and brings his hands tight to Bruce's ass, gripping it to bring him in closer. ]
I think for this party, I like you much better without clothing. You're fan-fucking-tastic without a stitch of clothing on. You have a beautiful body to look at, touch, taste. I enjoy every facet of it.
[This he means far more than a little and it's obvious with the eyes that he keeps on Bruce.]
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one day, maybe. for now, just a touch socially inept.
he ducks his head. hair falling in front of his face. flicks it off to the side with a shake of his head when he lets himself look up to dick there in front of him. )
I think your master plan is to tire me out to the point of never wanting to leave.
( this apartment. this moment. him. could be any. could be all. always a mystery with bruce. )
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It was your idea to work up an appetite. I'm only helping with that. I might enjoy wearing you out, I'm not ashamed of admitting that. My body likes yours. Alas, what shall I do. Do you want to take off your pants, or shall I.
[Finding him walking back toward the couch, he presses Bruce up against it and pushes his way between his thighs. There's a comfort now in the way they fit together. It'd all been so awkward at first, and Dick had felt no agency in his own right while they were together the first time.
This time, he has quite a bit more. He enjoys the fact they're both young males, and that they do fit nicely together. He doesn't feel the need to cut and worship Bruce because he's afraid that he'll never see him again.]
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I think you should.
( words soft. low. feeling that sensation of heat slowly begin to flow through his veins. )
That way I get to watch.
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You think I should, hm? I can do this.
[Taking the pathway of most enjoyment, Dick begins to work his way down Bruce's body. It's a tapestry of artwork now that he's more familiar with it. He's spent the night combing over it with his fingers, and watching it move as they've laid together naked. Now his mouth knows where to kiss, sensitive spots, and scars alike. Long lingering kisses, and lazy laps of tongue. Dick offers a few more marks that will thrive for the next few days as well.
He spends his time enjoying dark circles, one on each side with his tongue, teeth and full mouth-- playing and teasing until he makes Bruce give up one of his little noises. Then he finally moves to kneeling between legs. Fingers work at the pants until they're caught on sharp hips. Dick's strength pulls them up, one side and then the other and works the pants off, it's the same with the things beneath the pants.
Both are laid neatly over the back of the couch until they are naked together. Bruce lowers himself and grins.]
Is this what you wanted, or did you want more.
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back on this couch though with far less clothing than they'd had the first time things had startedβ ah. that's certainly something to think about. here. right here. is where all of this started with a brush of lips and a kiss that lasted throughout the entire night. it's not necessarily a blur. he remembers all of it. the way dick felt, the way he sounded, the way he looked pushed over like he was, taking the toy before he took him. engraved across his mind, wondering if he might come to look back sadly on such a time.
it all started here and now they've found themselves here once again.
back pressing against the cushions of the couch, a sound leaves him. deep from the back of his throat and he smiles some up to the other man above him. )
You're asking me this as if I don't already know you want more.
( he's a detective after all. )
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A shift has taken place somewhere and there's a language that's been taught and learned. This is where it started, but the night was very different when it started previously. It was hesitant and fraught with nerves, tight and full of unknown tensions. Now there's what lay in the present. It's softer, and nerves have been chased away, replaced by glances and huffs, brushes of hair and noses.
Nipping at Bruce's bottom lip, he sucks at it and then kisses over his neck with a hum of his own.]
I know you know that. The question is how do you want this time to go.
[Shifting his body, Dick's tongue circles a nipple and pulls it deep in his mouth, licking and plucking at it as he sucks over the entire thing before releasing it, to move across and do the same thing to the other side.]
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bruce feels a little more at ease now β less of a need to be on and more comfortable, in a sense, with being just like this with the other man. with dick. who seems to intent on memorizing every inch of him with only fingers but lips as well. that tongue draws a soft hum from the dark knight that could be almost mistaken for a moan. head pushed back, fingers blindly carding through similar dark strands of hair, blue eyes slipping shut. he replays the question over in his head a couple times before he finally looks down to him. )
Same as last time.
( he lets the words gently fall from his lips. )
Connected to you.
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[There's more room to sprawl out there, to maneuver, to open up and be with in the bedroom. While Dick is still open to everything and anything Bruce desires, he has a deep seated desire to watch Bruce this time. He has no wishes to be on his back. This time he wants to wrap his agile legs up high around the other male's back while Bruce pressed in deep and filled what was left of Dick. He wanted to be taken apart and put back together, with every part of Bruce's body.
Already the words Bruce speaks begin the process of undoing. Dick can feel his body growing hard and pressing in against the firm thigh below it. His own lashes flutter close, and he slides his fingers across a stomach he's come to know almost as well as the one that's attached to his own skin. The dips and outlines of muscles, and little ripples that waiver as he places pressure over them. The knife mark here, and dimpled mark of a bullet not quite taken there, he's learnt them all.
It's the same as his own. They wear protective armor that never quite does a complete job, but never once can they show it. It's not until they're in the shower back home do they look over the damage done, bandage themselves up and wonder what will leave a new mark and what won't. What will they wear forever, and what will leave with only a faint brush. ]
This one. I like this one, because I know that you had to have stood so stern when you took it, never flinching, but I know what it feels like. There's that initial punch of impact, almost shocking, but you don't feel the flesh tear, only the wetness that feels so much like water but it's thicker, and sticks as it begins to dry-- right as burn starts up, like a ring of fire curling inward. Then later there's more pain no matter what's been given, or what you refuse to take. It keeps you up, of course it does, because why would you sleep anyway and this is but one more excuse.
[Dick kisses it this time, and spends his time nurturing the mark with this mouth, feeling so seen as he does. No one else knows this as intimately as they do. That's why Bruce is the man allowed inside Dick's body when no other person will ever have that privilege.]
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it's why bruce still treads relatively gently with all this. apprehensive to an extent, as always. waiting for the other shoe to unexpectedly drop. he doesn't let it control his actions right now. doesn't let it reach for his clothes to pull them back on. he'd already let it do that earlier, after the shower and had been met with that look in dick's eyes when he had. one day, those eyes won't work on him. one day, he'll need to say no and leave. but that's not for right now. right now dick touches over scars few rarely ever see and none ever touch like dick himself is. )
Think you have everything we need in the bedroom.
( lube, he's mostly thinking of. unless dick has some stashed out here between the cushions which... that would certainly be a choice. granted, dick's a bachelor now and all, so. maybe he does. who is bruce to judge when it comes to someone's private or love life? )
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There will be no shoes to drop when Bruce leaves later either, as Dick knows he inevitably will. Sliding down Bruce's body, Dick places his hands on thick, muscular thighs and licks over the sac that sits with an overt invitation between Bruce's legs. He runs his mouth and hot breath over his shaft, and licks lightly over the tip, tasting a flavor he won't soon forget. ]
Yes, most everything is in the bedroom, and soon we will be too.
[There is no secret stash of lube out here. The only man that Dick will be with and has been with is Bruce, and he doesn't make a habit of masturbating in his living space. If it's needed with a woman, which he hasn't been with anyone in quite some time, then it's used wherever they are. Dick hasn't brought anyone back to this place yet. No one but Bruce. The last place he had someone, well, that was in Metropolis before he and Kory broke up. That was his last time with anyone.
It was nothing like this, felt nothing like this. This. Bruce. All of it, he needs so much more, and it's not easy to deal with. Slipping out of Bruce's lap, he holds his hand out and offers to help his partner up.]
Coming? I hope.
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it all comes to a halt, as expected, and he blinks his eyes open. slips out of the gentle euphoria that had been cradling him and comes back to the present. a lick over his lips, he eyes dick. eyes that hand. )
I'm sure you do.
( hope that he'll come. ah, the innuendo. but he takes the other man's hand, pulls himself up, and steals a kiss from those lips he's tasted so much over the number of hours he's been here since last night. so much that he's almost certain dick is a taste he won't soon forget. )
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Skipping forward to wind up in those arms, Dick takes Bruce into them and winds himself up close for the time it takes to kiss there in front of the couch. Tasting all the flavors they've shared tonight, food, drinks, one another-- they're all there for the taking when their tongues mix and pulls back and forth. It's Dick's turn to huff a sigh and pull back while he leads them back to his room, and bed.
Crawling up, with his back against the bed, he pulls Bruce with him. He wants the weight of the other male on top of him. He wants to feel their bodies pressed together right now. ]
For you...
[He whispers, barely audibly, but they both know that hearing has never been a problem between them.]
I'm all for you.
[A reminder, not that it's needed, as Dick's mouth greedily takes up whatever it can reach first. Now that they've made it here, he's not shy about where this is headed, and he wants every little piece of Bruce that he can have.]
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not today at least.
he's pulled in and he follows without hesitation. lips seeking out dick's for a kiss that soon breaks. lips roam as freely as hands do over warm, naked skin, and bruce watches between them as it all happens. watches the way dick so eagerly lets himself fall into this all over again. there's a sort of desperation still there between them, but not as clunky as it had been the first time around. this time, they're a little more familiar with each other. this time, it's a little more intimate than hot with desire. that still exists. of course it does. just not as focused this time. at least on bruce's end.
lips press an open-mouthed kiss to the curve of dick's neck and he lifts his head then, strands of hair falling in front of his face as he does. blue eyes peeking through them. )
You have me.
( right here in this very moment. he can't promise him always. can't even reassure him of that. bruce has a love affair with gotham that's difficult to break, even now, so early on in his career, but. he can give him this. he can be here, right now. it's more than he's given anyone in a long time. )
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All that's on Dick's mind is the man that follows him up onto the bed, the weighty length of body that comes with a new secure taste of mouth and tongue. This time it's as if molten lava courses beneath skin, running through his veins, startling eruptions within Dick's body at places he never associated with sex before. Where touches fall, new flows trail blazes along arms, legs, chest. When Bruce seeks Dick's neck, he tips his head back with a distinguished sound that aches for more and heat bleeds outwards and takes over from there all the way to fill the ache between his legs.
It's the same, and yet it's quite different. There's a greater intimacy to having Bruce like this, and to hearing those words like spun silk. It doesn't matter for how long it lasts right this second, tomorrow, years from now. Dick knows that in the here and now, he can enjoy the feeling of them together like this, exactly this.
Fingers scrabble to dig in purchase, aching as Dick's mouth also seeks more skin-- Gotham will always be loved between them, but they can have this for now. Watching Bruce's blue eyes, Dick's amber ones rise up as his head lifts so that he can lick across lips, hips pull and waiver, enjoying the extra slide of flesh to flesh. ]
Would you taste me? I want to feel your mouth. I want to feel you fill me again most, but I want-- I want to know what it feels like. It's okay, if you don't. I understand.
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Do I need to be worried you can read minds now?
( it's soft but playful, the way he asks that. because he'd been considering it. genuinely. yet dick goes and beats him to the punch and bruce is left both amused and surprised.
really, though. he better not be able to read minds. )
You want to know how it feels for me to.
( he gently corrects that, parting dick's legs even as he does. )
It'd be a shame if you've never experienced it at all before.
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With Dick it's an easy choice. He wants to touch and taste every part of Bruce, even places he hasn't gotten near yet. He figures there will eventually be time for him to find his space, and time for him to know even the most intimate details of Bruce's body-- if not today, then another time when they find one another. Dick has a sinking suspicion that while they might not meet again tomorrow, something will bring them together for another night, another tangle of trepidation while they reacquaint and then fall back into this once more.
There's far too much here.
Finally when Bruce speaks, the knot untangles and Dick laughs softly. He gently pats Bruce's ass in a faux spank.]
Here I thought you were going to say that I was asking too much, when I was only speaking your mind.
[Opening his legs up, he reaches up for one more kiss before lips disappear from sight. That will be the hardest part to give up. Dick's far too addicted to kissing Bruce for his own good.]
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for now, at least.
he wears nothing but a faint grin β quite literally β as he begins to make his way down dick's body. slowly, mind you. letting lips and fingertips ghost over warm skin as he does. mapping out the lines of a man he's touched so much over the however many hours it's been now. clearly memorized, by now. yet still finding the need to touch and explore him in whatever ways he can.
bruce is not against tending to his partner's needs and that includes going down on them, however that may be. chalk it up to that need of his to be in control β to be the one responsible for the sounds spilling from their lips and the way their body eventually comes to jerk with a reaction. he wants to as much as dick wants him to and even if the other man hadn't voiced his want and desire for this, he would have eventually found himself here between his legs at some point. maybe just not right off the bat with that first time.
the pad of a thumb brushes over a hipbone as he sinks down further, strands of hair falling in front of his face as he leaves wet, open-mouthed kisses on warm skin. there's a flick of blue eyes up towards dick through those strands of hair. curious. watching. knowing how it feels to see this on the other end. )
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Biting into his lip, there's slips of breath both in and out that come when Bruce kisses over particularly sensitive spots. He's come to know Dick's body throughout the time they've been together, and it's inevitable that he will draw every noise that he wants, even as Dick had enjoyed drinking them from Bruce's lips.
A sharp gasp, an inhaled curse comes when that finger overflows Dick's hipbone, a particularly sensitive spot. The kisses leave blood rushing from every anxious part of his body, sliding downward somehow proving that he isn't as combustible as Dick imagines he is, swearing that he will burn up any second now from the grace of attention being paid to him. Sliding his fingers into those swaying strands of hair, Dick pushes them back and away from full lips so that he can see all that happens. ]
"Fuck, you are beautiful, every inch of you. Your mouth is a work of art and I can't wait to feel it."
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You like to talk a lot.
( words he murmurs against warm skin as he curls a set of fingers around the man's cock. )
That's not a bad thing. ( he clarifies. ) Just something I've noticed.
( it helps when bruce seems to be the more quiet one between them. helps to have someone fill the silence he so often lets himself get lost in and keep him there. present. if even to be given hums and looks for a response. it's still something. still a means to communicate with him.
he strokes dick there between his legs. watches the way he grows hard and eager there in his hand. his experience with this lacks just a touch, but. he knows enough of what to do. had watched the way dick had taken the plunge and swallowed him over and over again. he knows what he likes and can only offer something similar to dick, so. he does. intend to, that is. because he cares. that in itself still... new. like this. so much of this between them these number of hours they've spent together.
gently, he brushes the pad of his thumb over the head. stilling it there. slowly rubbing circles around it while he lazily watches the other man from between his legs. only after a moment does he lean in. slow. and drags his tongue over in place of his thumb. watching dick the entire time he does. tasting him. licking him. as lazy as a cat almost. )
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Dick has fucked up so much before, and the man that his mentor turned him into wasn't the person that Dick had been. It was a vigilante of his mentor's making. Now that Dick is solid in who he is, and what he stands for with and without the rules, he can enjoy this relationship with someone so very different from his mentor, even if they have quite a few similarities, but also a heap of differences. There are more and more than Dick finds every second that he spends with Bruce.
He rolls his fingers through Bruce's hair and curls a lock around his finger. ]
I've been trying to talk more. Didn't used to talk so much. [There's a small space of time, and then Bruce touches him...
Fuck. I hope you don't expect me to be quiet during this..
[It doesn't matter how they communicate; they've been learning and Bruce does speak when it's particularly important, and sometimes merely to joke around. Perhaps he doesn't always say the things that matter, maybe he speaks around them, but Dick's learning the subtext and how to interpret that in a way that's meaningful. It a thing that's come with being in close proximity for over twenty-four hours now.
Whatever experience is lacking when it comes to physical experiences doesn't matter much to Dick. He had no experience when it came to taking Bruce in his mouth, he'd never been with a male prior to coming into this in much of any way. All that Dick knows is that it matters that Bruce is the person touching him, hovering over him, and it has Dick's body tightening and growing to full length with only a few strokes. The idea of having Bruce's mouth on him is enough for Dick.
Lifting his head up, he pillows his head on one of his hands, trying to see more and is enthralled by watching every little tiny step. The heat in Dick's eyes sharpens and sets little flares across his body while he watches Bruce watching him back. The curiosity, the deep seated need to suss out Dick's every little needy whimper, sharp inhale and twist of head and curse with each new touch, drives Dick further under this spell Bruce has cast. Dark orbs take in Bruce and his icy blue eyes when they meet again, only falling away when Bruce finally does give in and lick over Dick's cock. It's then and only then that Dick gives up and falls back with a long and fully satisfied moan. ]
Fuck. Bruce... God. Yes.
sorry for the delay on this. had to get back into the smut brain.
who's to say? he sure as hell doesn't have an answer for it.
dick seems to. have an answer to his tongue, that is. sounds leaving him that twist some part of him up within the pit of bruce's stomach and encourages him further.
mouth wet on the man's cock, there's a wet little pop that can be heard when he pulls away a bit, fingers stroking thick flesh lazily as he licks over his lips. gives himself a second. delays it a little longer as a means to playfully tease dick there. )
You're going to come before I even get to see what you're capable of.
( it's a gentle sort of attempt at chiding, but. he doesn't really mean it. if dick wants to come right this very second, he can. something about all this lacks the dominance he'd fallen into earlier. not to say that he isn't above taking control of the situation, just. he's being a little more lazy this time around. taking his time, as it were. something they've seemed to struggle with, likely to all of this being very raw and new.
a tilt of his head, blue eyes flick their gaze back up to dick and he pumps that cock a little quicker. a little more firmly there in his hand. )
Do you want to come like this?
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[It's not like Dick has never felt a pair of lips around his cock before, never felt the glistening warmth of someone's mouth as they savored the weight of his tip, sampling the bitter flavor of his come while he laid back and grappled with their hair. Dick's been through this experience, but it's different when it comes to Bruce. It's all different when it comes to Bruce and that's the point, isn't it?
The fingers that brush back that pretty hair so Dick can gaze at the mouth as it rounds out slightly when Bruce opens up to take in Dick's tip, hold on tight until he lifts back. Dick puffs out a heated round of air, suffering another gasp at that tiny pop, so indignant in its half promise. The thought that what comes off, might come back-- but instead there are playful teasing words. ]
No, I don't think so. I think I'm good.
[There's no way Dick's going to come right this second, or even in the next thirty, or sixty seconds. He's got quite a bit of stamina built up in him. They've gotten off twice already, and Dick is ready for this one. There might be a hard cock standing tall against his stomach, glistening with all the thoughts of what Bruce can and might do to it, but it's going to stand the test of time if Dick has any say. He's going to try at least.
The fingers around it feel like fate. He's felt them already, and knows the calm death they bring. Inhaling deep, Dick shakes his head.]
No matter if I go now or later, I want to go with you inside me no matter what. I want to feel you again. Bruce. I want to come with you pushing your cock as deep inside me as you can, but this time I want you facing me. I want to wrap my legs high around your back and show you how flexible I can be, and how deep you can go.
[The hell with mincing words, it's hard to think of anything else when Bruce is there holding his cock hostage.] Suck me, and then fuck me, but please, fuck me. I-- please.