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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.

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[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.]

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( 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 — quite literally — 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 — 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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[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."

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( there he goes again with the beautiful talk. it's not enough to pull bruce from the moment — 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. )

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[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.

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( 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. )

Do you want to come like this?

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[[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.