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( he wants to tell him how dangerous that might be. having him be a part of him. wants to tell him all the ways it could go sideways. could go wrong for both of them, but. he refrains. he refrains because he feels the other's touch there against his skin and he can't help but gently sink into it. sink into him. as he has over these past however many hours now it's been with each other.

eyes fall shut, a contemplative hum there on his lips. typical bruce. saying more than he ever really does with words. it's with looks, with body language, and the things he doesn't say that are his usual form of communication. sometimes, it's difficult. maddening, even. for him to not say the thing or things one wants to so desperately hear from him. other times, it's more than enough.

he noses at dick. lets a breath out. blue eyes fluttering open. dick holds to him — sneaks in underneath that turtleneck and bruce lets him as he stands there with him. arms at his sides. before he gently steals a kiss from dick's lips. slow. soft. sweet. things that bruce is so very capable of but most don't see because he doesn't let them. hand cradling the side of dick's face, the pad of his thumb brushes along his cheek and he noses him again. quiet. just standing there with him and letting himself be there. with him. )

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[There's a tiny notion in Dick's head about food sitting outside the door, but it disappears when Bruce relaxes into his touch and lets go into this moment that they've given one another. There was enough said between them to broach dangerous territory in either of their lives. This was moving into a relationship of sorts, promises to never die, to never truly let go were things people said when they needed that other person in their life. Dick knew that on a level, and he knew that somewhere Bruce did too.

A bead of panic erupted in Dick's brain, but if Bruce could close his eyes to it and lean into this moment, that Dick had essentially created with his own words, then he could too. He was the one changing for the better, moving on to be this man that was more whole than the one who had come before his death. This was why he could do this, have this conversation, hold onto Bruce like this at all.

Lips meet lips, soft and sweet and Dick sighs out a long breath that he didn't realize he'd been holding and his fingers curl inward against soft skin, scraping against a scar somewhere in the middle, but Dick only thinks of it as character and beauty. His thumb releases from the rest of his fingers to trace over the little tiny thing, a gentle remark against Bruce's back.

He glances up and knows that their noses will brush, tender and soft, a sign of affection he doesn't ever want to give up. It's his lover's way of saying that this little rift is over and they are together still, and this here proves that whatever comes, this remains. right here, this moment. Dick closes his eyes, and remains right here in this moment too, because the words that he has to say are too real, too strong, and perhaps quiet is best, as well as the press of their bodies, their noses, and yes even a gentle lip for only a second. ]

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( silence often comes with bruce. but this sort of silence is different. it's soft and gentle and intimate in ways he doesn't often allow with others, including himself. he needs it. just for a bit. to let himself sink into it and feel it for all that it is.

to say he thought this was where the day would end up when he agreed to stay longer than the night... it's a little surprising. dick, himself, is surprising to him and yet he can't entirely pull himself away from the other man. even if some part of him believes he should. it should be worrying that he can't. but some part of him wants to try. wants to see. wants to feel all this just a little more because of how starved he is for it deep down. so much so that it seems he's been in denial about it. will still be in denial. for as long as he can and simply hold softly to these moments he finds.

tilting his head back some, he eyes the other man. keeping that closeness. )

You want to take this off me?

( the turtleneck, he means. since dick keeps slipping his fingers under it. )

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[It's all a semi-grand learning curve of sorts. Dick has been used to the taunting of his mentor. The one that has given him a sharp tongue and wit that he sports along with his Titans and the criminals he faces. It's fairly different from the darkened stoic nature of the still trapped Bruce, wrapped in the pain and need for retribution that he hasn't found release from yet. It's closer to the Dark Avenger that might one day choose to almost kill Jason rather than choose to slay the Joker who had tortured and murdered Jason Todd outright.

In the dark, Dick learns more and more about the multiverse and sees that his mentor is unique among so many. That even through the scars, Dick could have done so much worse. While he found prison a better place for his life for a while, it wasn't like being thrown into the ocean and forgotten. A little of that is recalled when he settles in this silence. He doesn't want Bruce to become any of those things.

Bringing a little of his own twist of hope and light can't always be a terrible thing. Surprise in the unexpected, for them both, Dick feels is warranted here, and he can't seem to want to let go. So he clings. There's a part of him that is equally starved for the same type of affection, the one that comes with the deeper knowledge of what it's like to be them, different, the same, to be found in the shadows at times. To know the need for vengeance and to have sought it with all their heart.

A curl of his lips sets up for the nod. ]

Yes, very much. It's a shame you even put it back on when you are so gorgeous beneath it.

[So many words he didn't need, but they tell the same story as the fingers that push and pull at the turtleneck. It covers so very much skin, the marks that Dick has left across the already scarred skin, the pale loveliness of the expanse that lays out before him. Dick immediately leans in and kisses over Bruce's heart and wraps his arms around the man, inhaling deeply the scent that can only be described as uniquely Bruce, a list too long to expound upon.]

Perfect.

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( perfect. it's a strange word to be associated with him. it's not anything he thinks of himself to be. the closest he can get is better... to be better at all this, at being the batman, at doing whatever he can to help gotham. so when dick goes and uses that word — refers to him as such a thing, even in looks alone, he ducks his head, strands of dark damp hair falling in front of his face as he does. shy, almost, before he offers a quiet huff. licks over his lips. then looks back up to him. )

Should call you out for being a suck up.

( dryly said, but with the intent to tease, of course.

blue eyes look to the man there holding to him — sees the way he looks at him with his own eyes and it has bruce swallow some. glance away. take just a second or two to ground himself in his thoughts. )

You still wanting that food?

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[There's a quick snort of a laugh and Dick rolls his eyes. Leave it to Bruce to have his mind take that pathway when Dick hadn't quite meant that at all. He wiggles his fingers lightly and presses his head into the firm chest in front of him shaking it.]

While your physique and chest are rather outstanding, and I'm extremely partial to them. I merely meant that the situation of you finally having your shirt off was perfect, as opposed to being covered. It was used in the colloquial sense if you will.

[Lifting his head, Dick pushes at those dark strands of embarrassed hair, and smiles at the face that had wondered if he was perfection. Dick now begins to think about it more, and lets his hand wander up and across Bruce's chest, tracing the lines of definition, and encircling nipples, thumbs sliding across the peaks briefly. A small sly smile sits on Dick's lips as he enjoys the touching -- all the way up and around the thickness of shoulders and outward until he frees Bruce and lands his hands back at the bat's trim waist.]

I have thought about the food, but I wonder what state I'll find you in when I return. Are you even hungry?

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( the touches are soft. sweeping. allow him to be grounded in ways he never really has been before. it has him wonder if dick might become something— someone capable of doing that for him. grounding him when he so desperately needs it.

food being mentioned, he blinks those blue eyes of his. a curious look to dick's face. hint of something there. quiet but a little playful. )

Could be tempted to work up an appetite.

( his endurance and stamina are lot greater than most average people, but. there's certain areas he hasn't fully tested either and their lengths they can go. yet, even so, he knows he can go longer. last longer. because he's made himself more than capable of doing that. )

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[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.]

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( 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.

( just a little. )

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[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.]

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( 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. )

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[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.]

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( 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. )

That way I get to watch.

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[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.]

Is this what you wanted, or did you want more.

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( 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 started— 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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[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.]

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( 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 eventually— 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 — 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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Here, or the bedroom.

[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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( 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? )

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[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.]

Coming? I hope.

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( 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 — 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. )

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[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.]

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( 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. )

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[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.

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( dick goes and asks that of him and... hm. there's a slight pause in bruce's mannerisms — 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.