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[It's funny to think that any of those words were not difficult for Dick to say. Most of the words that he's come by tonight have been difficult on one level or another. He's still not used to saying the things that he thinks, or the ones that settle over the beating vessel in his chest. They get stuck in his larynx, and there are still times when Dick parts his lips only to close them. Words that will never be said because he can't.

He's done so well for himself here tonight, because if there's ever been another soul who might understand him-- it's Bruce. Perhaps so different from his mentor, yet the backstory and the pain still lets them match the heartbreak and manner of speaking and withholding. It is still this which lets Dick speak. It might not settle well with Bruce, but Dick doesn't find it as odd.

He sees so many differences, that there is barely anything that he finds in common. Sitting up, Dick leans over and runs his hand along Bruce's thigh outside the white cotton of the sheets. ]

You're not too hard.

[pushing it up higher to brush fingers along the edge of his softened prick.]

At least not now. I do like a challenge though.

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( he knew damn well what he was doing when he went and said that.

gently, he noses at dick, blue eyes falling shut for a moment before they flutter open and rest a half-lidded gaze on the other man so close there next to him. they should probably get out of bed at some point. it's well beyond morning now what with how late they had stayed up last night; he still remembers the fleeting sunrise there on the balcony with dick.

smile faint on his lips, he ducks his head. just a little. )

I'm sure you do.

( like a challenge, that is. )

But you might need to take it easy. Going like you did last night.

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[With this little time, why on earth get out of bed at all. They both know what lies in the other room. There's a couch and a TV, and small talk that they are accomplishing here more than fine. They'd end up in the same positions if they were out there. They could wander into a bath, if that was something that Bruce wanted to do, but for now Dick didn't want a date, all he wanted was to enjoy their time together in its small tiny window.

Sighing, Dick runs his thumb in circles around Bruce's dick, running it back to his balls. He doesn't feel any real fatigue from last night. If there's soreness. Well...]

Do you really think I have to take it easy after only one night. You should know that I'm a very determined learner, and have great stamina. Don't bet me out.

[He runs his nose along Bruce's chin, and then his jawline back to his cheek, nuzzling the entire way while his fingers trace out the lines of Bruce's cock, enjoying the simple way it feels in his hand, the weight, shape and feel between his digits.]

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( he can't relate to the feeling of being stretched open— being filled like dick so greedily was last night. but he can imagine that for a first time, there's tenderness felt despite the amount of stamina dick still has within him. it's only because he cares that he considers it. because it's dick and he's still here with him.

still here with fingers stroking his cock and gently fondling his sack. if ever there were temptation in the form of another...

he sucks in a breath. soft. quiet. swallows thickly as a means to choke down the moan that threatens to leave him. how can he not want to when the other man's touch on him feels the way that it does? he leans back on a hand, breath on his lips again, and he finds the will to open his eyes after having let them fall shut again. blue eyes soft — faint touch of desire pooling there within them that he keeps at bay. he's good at that, after all. denying himself things as a means to keep himself in line. keep himself focused. )

Wouldn't think of it. ( another breath. ) But first times are often a little... rough.

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[It's the next day, and the beating that his inner muscles took the night before still ache, but as do all first times the fact that there was preparation and lubrication matters. First times hurt, no matter how or why. While Dick has never and will never have a vagina to lose his virginity with that way; he's taken the virginity of a woman and had sex with her later. It requires a little more tenderness if that's the type of woman she is.

Still, Dick finds it sweet in a way that Bruce thinks about him and how he might be doing after the way Bruce had pushed him last night. It had been so odd and almost disconnected in the beginning and then finished closely. Only to have the rest of their night bounce back and forth with intimacy.

Now, Dick has a good handle on the hows and whys, he thinks-- but at the time it had taken a while to understand it. Now that he does in his own way; he doesn't give up with his fingers. He doesn't stop as Bruce's dick begins to fill out in the way Dick's hand curls around it and starts to stroke it. ]

I love your cock, the way it feels in my hand, the weight of it. My first time was perfect. How was yours.

[batsymbol]

( both hands are what he leans back on now, lips parted and eyes softly shut. focus is what he's good at, but. dick's also rather good, it seems. especially with his hands. words strike a chord of passion within him and bruce finds it difficult to focus on anything else that isn't dick and his touch. last night floods his thoughts. splinters of kisses — sometimes sloppy and the way it felt to be buried so deeply inside the other man. the way he took his cock so good and wanted more of it. wanted all of him so close and so deep.

he feels dizzy for a moment. caught up in everything that he's feeling both from last night and right here in bed. leaning in, he noses at dick again — blindly. )

You thought that was perfect?

( words that are nothing more than a brush against dick's mouth before lips are stolen in a kiss. then another. and another and another. hand coming to cradle the side of the other man's face, greedy and letting himself be that. no matter how fleeting it might be. )

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Absolutely. Nothing but..

[How could there be any answer but exactly what Dick offered. Last night was obscenely perfect in every way that mattered to him. He had his first time with someone that he wanted, that he physically needed and cared for. He gave his body up willingly, and Bruce filled him so devastatingly completely. He'd never felt so at one with another person. It was nothing but perfect. He'd recreate that as many times as he could in this lifetime.

Feeling that nose against his had Dick sighing. He slid his finger over the head of Bruce's erection and used what he found to make gliding along it that much easier. Then came those kisses, the ones that Dick opened to and eagerly became a part of. He grew more intense and chased the feeling the longer their mouths collided.

Eventually Dick brought his own erection into the foray. He wrapped his hand around both of them and began to stroke them together. "Bruce. Oh fuck." He moaned, feeling the way the other's cock brushed up against his own. It wasn't nearly as good as feeling the way Bruce could fill him, but it was magical as they kissed. It belayed a closeness that hadn't been there the night before-- for now at least.]

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( the way dick touches him— the way he gets him off with just his hands and words alone worries bruceshould he? is he allowed to have something for himself on this path he's chosen to walk? or maybe it was never his choice. maybe this was where he was going to end up all along. things that can keep a person up at night.

but for now, the only thing up is his cock.

the sounds that leave him are low and almost strangled. as if trying to bite them back — to keep them from spilling from his lips even when it's just the two of them here. but dick has some way of pulling them out of him that he finds it difficult to resist. finds dick difficult to resist and it's why he's drowning in those kisses shared between them. willingly. without so much as a second thought with whether he should or not.

he starts to get them both off — starts to stroke them together simultaneously and it gets bruce turned on even more than he realizes. desire heavy in blue eyes, hand grasping the back of dick's neck as a means to keep him close against him, he presses his forehead to his. lets himself catch a glimpse of their cocks brushing together as they are. skin flushed. lips parted. breath catching as blunt nails scratch along the nape of dick's neck they hold so tightly to.

and then his phone is going off in the huddle of clothes there on the floor, bruce blinking those blue eyes of as if slowly being pulled out of this little heated bubble of want and desire for one another he's currently sitting in. )

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[There's a measure of urgency that Dick can feel creeping into the little collected space that they've surrounded themselves with. It doesn't matter what created it, but Dick can feel the overwhelming desire wash over his skin where Bruce clings to him in a way that he hasn't yet so far. It's his latest dream that he needs to pinch himself to wake up from. Instead, he picks up the way he works over their cocks. He slides over the heads, and takes it down to the bases, thorough with every one of their strokes to bring them through the sweetest spots of pleasure every time he binds them together like this.

Feasting on those sounds, Dick mimics several of them and moans, nipping at lips and lower parts of Bruce's chin and neck. He moves back and forth between tangled tongues that seem to form greedy little noises of need and newly minted desperation and places he knows bring whimpers of pleasure when he nips or sucks through the right spot.

When the phone sounds, the words start to scream in Dick's head, but then he fronts a solution. Rolling over Bruce, he makes a grab for the bedside apparatus and punches the button to hold it up to Bruce's ear. If Dick can do this, then so can Bruce. He will finish this one thing between them before he leaves. Dick's hands speed up their rhythm and pace, knowing what it takes to give himself a quickie, he pushes Bruce in the same way. Keeping his mouth away from the receiver as he keeps the phone at the Bat's ear, Dick takes his mouth to Bruce's nipple and sucks as he pulls their cocks in desperation.

He can feel himself growing closer. "Soon.." He whispers, hoping that the phone call will end before they both end up losing it, because Dick will not let Bruce leave until they've finished. He can call off most a day and night, but this is one thing Dick will savor as he's on his own again.

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( the fact that dick goes out of his way to grab the phone — to put it up there against his ear while he still works the both of them with his hand... shit. unexpected and it shows in the way bruce looks to him. cheeks flushed and lips parted.

it takes him a second or two to find the will to muster up some semblance of composure so that he can answer in a way that isn't laced with a moan, but. he does it. all while eyeing the other man. )

Yeah. I'm fine. With Dick.

( nails dig into the nape of the other man's neck as he says his name. almost as if chiding him for putting him in this situation.

another second, eyes fall shut. lips part. a soundless moan leaving him, face scrunched up to show it. he's not going to last much longer and he's not so sure he wants to anyways. )

Be in touch later.

( call ended, he reaches up and takes the phone. drops it down to the bed. then pulls dick in close by the neck and kisses him. hard. sharply, he nips his bottom lip. again, as if to chide. a tip of his head back, lips brush over his nose instead, eyes on him despite their wanting to close. )

Dick.

( whether or not he's merely saying his name or calling him such a thing, well. who is to say. )

[cohero]

[Hearing the other side of the story, Dick breathes slightly easier. He wishes he'd not sped through things so quickly, but the hunger was there and he was almost certain this was the thing that was going to tear them apart. Dick has been there. He knows what those phone calls mean, and no matter how many times you promise that person you're with that you'll stay, you end up walking away for work. Work is what you're devoted to, married to.

Dick is trying not to be that person anymore, but he knows that Bruce isn't there. He hasn't found the people that killed his parents, hasn't found all the monsters that haunt him so greedily and doesn't understand what it means when a person is devoted to him like this. Not to mention he hasn't died and come back to life.

Let's hope that one never comes true. Dick tosses his head back and shivers into Dick's final words. When mouths rebound against another, Dick gives in. He doesn't care anymore. This is his life and he will give it to who he wants to. He slows down his hand a tick, and takes a breath, rubbing up and down. Dick twines his legs up with Bruce, and lets go of their pricks so that he can effectively rub his cock against Bruce's where it sits against his body.]

I thought you were leaving. I need you. So bad. Come with me.

[batsymbol]

I'm right here. ( words he offers genuinely against those lips. ) About to come with you.

( because he is and he had. cleared the day and asked— told dick to do the same. there hadn't been any real plans involved in deciding that — that he would spend another day with the man rubbing their cocks together here on the bed, but. it seemed like a good idea at the time. a spontaneous one but still something some part of him wanted. even if, come night, he'll need to don his other suit and take off. skipping last night was already asking too much of him. at least to bruce. alfred, on the other hand, would suggest he do it more.

take the night off. not... this. with dick. that... anyways.

their foreheads touch as they have so many times over the course of the night and he swallows. parched. needing this thirst he feels quenched by dick and the orgasm he can feel himself seconds away from giving into. he cradles dick's face with that hand slipping away from his neck. looks into his eyes with his own bright blue. and stares to him in a way he hadn't been able to last night, what with dick face down on the bed, relentlessly taking him from behind. for as dirty and filthy as the sex had been last night in the moment, this one right here, feels so much more intimate than last night had been and instead of shying away from it, he holds himself there. with dick. looking into those eyes.

at least, until he can't anymore. until his orgasm hits him with such a force that he can't stare to him — can't keep his composure there slotted so tightly against one another and the sound he makes is a low growl of a moan, gasp to leave him seconds after as he spills himself across dick's cock. his stomach. the sheets. a mess he paints in thick ropes of cum. )

[cohero]

[The explicit instructions had been for another day and night, but Dick knew better. Perhaps he'd hoped that when the time came he would place himself as Nightwing and decide that for once he'd follow Bruce into the evening. He'd broken his ties for a reason, a very good one. That didn't mean they couldn't work together-- that he wouldn't work with any one else. Although the distinct resonance was that Bruce didn't don the Batsuit to work with a partner. He did what he did by himself in the city. His focus was absolute, and Dick would only hold him back.

Now was different, now Dick could completely rely on Bruce in this second. He was here. He said he was, promised, and came through on his word. It was enough to make Dick quiver, his body gasped -- not only him, but his soul if it could. It was more internal than merely external. He gripped onto the back of Bruce's neck all the same, and while his hips hurried their thrusts, he could hear the frenzied way Bruce's breath began to come.

The sound from him was everything that Dick never knew he needed, and that alone was enough to bring him. He cried out, and his own come spilled across bodies, sheets and consecutive cocks. Dick could feel it cover his chest as he clung and jutted his cock against Bruce's body, holding on so tight that there was no room for a margin of error between them.

Shaky fingers comb through the back of Bruce's hair, and Dick leans forward to kiss him again and again. There's so much more inside him now than there was at the beginning of last night. Can so much even happen in the span of a day? There's no possible way of knowing. It'll be more understandable when they've gone separate ways, but this is something Dick doesn't want to let go of yet. A few more hours, he knows as he looks into those impossibly blue eyes. They were there through the entire experience in a way they hadn't come close to being last night.

His heart beats loud in his head now as they lay there and he looks across at Bruce, bringing his face back in to nose at the other again. He knows that they will need to clean up once more, but that's okay. They can use the bath this time. Enjoy another way to get to know one another.]

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( the way he collapses against the bed — so close to dick there — it's with a laziness that borders exhaustion. as last night, they're both a mess, including dick's sheets a bit, yet he still lays there. hum soft on his lips when dick goes and noses at him like he does. eyes falling shut, he blindly brings a hand up. cards fingers through the other man's hair before it drops down to rest on his shoulder instead. gently. )

You thought I was going to leave.

( words he murmurs and aren't phrased as a question but more as an observation. )

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[Relaxed, and lazing against Bruce, Dicks slips his legs over and across the other male's. He keeps them tight for right this second. They both know there are messes, but they've been through this before and it was equally as bad, if not worse. When their chests touch, Dick can feel the coolness of their remaining spent passion and smiles.

His own fingers trace over Bruce's features, eyes also closed. The statement makes him sigh softly. Truth stings, but it's based on his own life, so he phrases it as such.]

The calls always meant it was time to go. I always left before. It was what I did. I wouldn't have blamed you. I didn't want it, but I know how things work normally.

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( hm. good to know. again, being with someone who understands this life. who does it themselves, even. because it'll happen. inevitably. when gotham will come knocking for him — ring him up on his phone and, every time, bruce will go to her. to the city that he's so desperately trying to save.

for now though, he stays there with dick, hand resting atop the other man's head. lazy. relaxed. for once in his life. )

I can still leave if you want.

( softly, he's teasing. though with how dry it comes off, he hopes the faint smile there on his lips can be felt to show that it doesn't really mean it. not this time at least. )

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[Taking a measured gamble, Dick knows that what he's about to do will cause a ruckus and make a mess, he grins and does it anyways. There's youth in him and he still wears a smile on his face and sees light in the midst of all this darkness. Every once in a while, he hopes that Bruce might see it as well. -- one day.

Shaking his head, he laughs and rolls across the distance and wiggles his naked, messy body directly on top of Bruce's. He squishes those beautiful cheeks together and kisses him soundly, and with great fanfare. ]

You must be kidding me. I don't think you are leaving. You know that I didn't want that, silly goose.

[Out comes his teasing tongue, because he knows that there's a smartass quip in there somewhere, so he might as well get ahead of it by sticking out his tongue. He was taught by the best of them, and now he's here, laying on Bruce, Batman of all people, laughing and eventually bringing his nose in to gently rub against the other male's to know the affection he does all this with.]

sorry for the delay. it's been a week at work.

[batsymbol]

( that is... certainly not anything he expected to have happen. it's surprising, to say the least. but not so much that bruce is put off by it. if anything, it's confusion there that touches his face before a huff leaves his lips and hands find their way to dick's waist.

can you tell he doesn't have much downtime— never mind anything as playful as this in his life? honestly, alfred would probably encourage it. more bruce, less batman.

after that huff comes a licking over of his lips and he stretches back against the bed some, what with dick's weight there on him and all now. )

Guess I don't have much choice with you on me like this.

and my weekend was freaking nuts!

[cohero]

[ Why not be surprising every now and then in life as he is in work. As Nightwing, Dick has to think on his feet and surprise the underbelly of Gotham all the time, in the way he moves and attacks. His mind is always moving at hyperspeed as he does his best to outwit the criminals.

In the bedroom, he's merely here doing his best to deliver this thing supposedly called downtime to himself and another who rarely experience it, not to mention he's actually enjoying the time they're spending together. They don't have to speak a million words, or even have sex over and over. Not that he's complaining about what they've already enjoyed together.

It's all the little things that are beginning to grow on Dick. The touches, the tiny sounds that Bruce makes when he's being playful, or showing something that amounts to his version of a smile. It's the way those eyes look up at him now, as Dick lays with his arms crossed high on Bruce's chest. He's never met a man more suited for him.

He figures that Bruce probably disagrees, but it doesn't matter. He grins at the huff.]

I hereby dub thee kidnapped for the moment, but only because you already agreed to stay and I'd never have you leave a second before you were ready to.

❤️

[batsymbol]

( he did agree to that, didn't he? it was actually his idea to stay — for dick to clear his day. so, no. he doesn't have any intention of slipping out of bed and making his leave. especially not after All Of That between them. it's only been twice so far and yet it's the most he's gotten laid in a long time. try a few years.

a slight shift, keeping dick there above him, he hums as he presses his head back against the pillow, blue eyes watching the other man's face. licking over his lips, he lolls his head — lets his gaze drift across the room for a moment, before he's looking back to him. lifts a hand and brushes fingers gingerly through dick's hair. pushing it back. )

I didn't exactly plan to just stay in bed and have sex all day. But you make it tempting.

( he's teasing. maybe. )

Hopefully this week takes it easier. You deserve the bestest.

[cohero]

[One more day, and night-- Not that Dick is actually holding his breath to the extra night. He's keeping the day. He's keeping Bruce to his word for this day. He hopes. He understands the job and that's why things got hectic with that last little bit of pleasure, but Dick enjoyed it still, even with Alfred calling in and checking on Bruce in the middle of them having sex.

Feeling a little more content in what's gone on. Dick can only smile softly down at Bruce. It's a rather cozy bed, even if he knows he's squishing the other man slightly. They're both muscular in their own ways, and each would be hard pressed if it came to a press of strength between them-- that's the only reason Dick can do this. He likes being able to kiss here and there across Bruce's chest, and have his hair pressed out of the way.

That, and like always to fall deep into those blue eyes -- the ones that say everything and nothing all at once. They make his heart tick like mad. Dick wonders how long it's going to take for him to fall for those eyes, and laughs at himself. ]

You are very tempting, so I'm trying hard to make it tempting to leave. Plus, what else is there to do besides laze in a bath and have sex there, or on a couch, or in a kitchen, or a patio. The bed is the most comfortable place.

same to you since i've enjoyed them very much ❤️

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Getting something to eat might be nice.

( though by no means is that him volunteering to make anything. dick has to know he's a disaster in the kitchen, even with good intentions. but it's a thing they need to do since they haven't since last night and with it being some time in the morning-to early afternoon, they probably should. )

Though I didn't know you had so much pent up energy.

( a lazy thought he murmurs as he stays there with dick atop him. hand raising. slow. gentle. a brush of the backs of his fingers along the other man's arm. ghost-like, almost. something else they both carry within them. the ghosts of the past... ghosts of others.

shifting some beneath him, he hums, body feeling limber. )

I'll order something. If you tell me what you want.

They do make me very happy. ♥ Always look forward to them.

[cohero]

[Dick makes a face of shock in response to Bruce's request. It doesn't matter that Bruce can probably feel the way his digestive system is protesting lack of food. It's not like either of them most likely have mega metabolisms due to the heavy constraints they put on their bodies day in and day out. Neither of them probably eat as much as they should for how much they work out. Still. ]

What you want food again already? You think we'd done something strenuous. You know, like have sex. That doesn't make you hungry.

[Except it's one of those strange things that leaves a person famished for no truly logical reason. Dick smiles and hums softly at the touch, yes there are ghosts, far too many of them to think of right now--. Contented by touch and the surrounding warmth of Bruce, Dick lifts his head and blinks down at the other male.]

I suppose I can move myself and my pent up energy, which you will get more of later in other forms and order food. We had Chinese earlier, do you want pasta or breakfast food like omelets now?

[Time is so irrelevant when it comes to food, breakfast and dinner can all be eaten at the same time always, because when one works at all hours, who cares what they eat when. With a small groan, Dick rolls off of Bruce, but still stays at his side, connected, leg over leg, unwilling to let go completely just yet. ]

[batsymbol]

( dick moves but remains close to him and bruce makes a mental note of that. an observation. something to overthink later. like always. because he simply wouldn't be bruce if he didn't. )

Surprise me.

( the words are a lazy murmur as he lays there. not quite basking in the small moment here where he can actually do such a thing, but. something close enough to it. trying to push away the thoughts of how he should be up and doing something— be out there in gotham or, at the very least, under wayne tower, pouring over whatever his current fixation is on in terms of things happening, but. he's here. dealing with a rollercoaster of things and emotions that keep rolling over and over and over again within him. things he's just... not really used to.

slowly, he sits himself up — runs a hand over his face before he moves then. off the bed. )

I'm going to use the bathroom.

( which is where he heads off to. naked. not like it matters with how their night and now morning have been. )

[cohero]

[The motion wasn't expected and Dick ends up untangling himself rather quickly, and then more so when Bruce starts to move away. There's concern on his face but at the mention of the bathroom it stops. The whole world has to do that occasionally. He can't stand in the way of a man needing to piss. Getting up himself, Dick goes to the guest bath, and takes care of nature. He cleans himself up some from their last romp together. They hadn't really done a complete job of it before squishing bodies together.

Using a washcloth and some soap, he gives himself a quick cat-bath, and brushes his teeth while he's in there. His hair's a mess, and he laughs. Sadly, a few fingers is all he's got for that. It's the least important thing here. Dick pats his stomach a few times, banging out a drum as he turns this way and that as people so often do in the mirror.

This round to the kitchen nets him an energy drink. They are hell on the body, but did wonders for the occasional night when he wasn't running around the city but stayed up anyway. Chugging it, he belched (what, bubbles) and then called in an order for two breakfast platters to be sent to his apartment.

Debating being a smidge romantic, Dick got over his hesitance and called up roses to go with it. Bruce could deal. Dick liked flowers, and they would smell nice over food. Now that he felt a little more put together, Dick went back to the bedroom to freshen up their "living area". He picked up the towels they'd used, hung up the robes, and changed the fitted sheet and pillow cases. He liked fresh sheets. Sheets that he crawled between and picked up his phone to really glance at the first time since they'd hooked up the night before. ]