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( but he does need more because bruce will deny him so much when the mood strikes. sometimes without even realizing it. things he'll say that will cut sharper than any knife could. things he'll do that will make him wonder if he even cares. if he ever did. it's not something that could potentially happen. it's something that will happen. over and over and over again. where he chooses what he needs over what he wants.

because he will. every time. no matter how much it hurts.

the breath that leaves him is one that's heavy, slipping from his lips to fall onto dick's. again, familiar. the heaviness that comes with being who they are. forehead still pressed there to dick's, words are soft as they leave him. )

You do. Because you deserve more.

( everyone who finds themselves caught up in his orbit does. yet bruce can't help but brush the pad of his thumb along dick's bottom lip, blue eyes somber in the way they just barely stare to the other man, so close as they are.

dick can handle himself physically. he's seen it. but emotionally... he'll leave him with far deeper scars than any physical wound ever could. )

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[Perhaps it's all true, but there's nothing tangible that Dick has to predict Bruce's absolute mannerisms. This Robin has only the history that he knows, and the foundation of pain and suffering he's found along the way. Before it's always been Dick that has left behind anyone he's tied himself to, slicing with his own emotional knives. He never stayed any course, or kept through any promises until this last mission, but there was never a relationship involved, only the mission. There's hope, but that's all he truly manages as a chord toward his future.

It's not foresight that moves his fingers down Bruce's back and wages war against fabric until the pads of his digits scatter and brush over the tiniest bit of flesh, breathing in that deeper connection that Dick craves as much as he does anything else right now. It could be shoved away, taken in this second and Dick would understand.

The path he wanders is fraught with dangers and risks, something that Dick faces every day. He throws himself into harm for people he doesn't even know, so why wouldn't he eventually toss himself into the same type of dangerous fray when it comes to desire, and that which he seeks in those eyes so crystal clear in front of him. ]

No one deserves anything in this world. You and I we didn't deserve the cups handed to us. Who's to say what I deserve, what you do. Stop telling me that I deserve better. You don't know what I've done...

[Choking on those words would have been easier than saying them aloud, but Dick manages it. He swallows down the taste of bile in his throat that hasn't bothered him in a while. Dropping his own head, Dick almost breaks the connection, but he can't. He will not break first. Even as his eyes close, his mouth opens to that thumb, kissing the tip of it, before catching it between his lips gently. ]

Bruce...

[The name is a whispered breath pushed between lips as they release the calloused finger. Sweeping his hand from behind Bruce, Dick slides both hands now, alcohol long ago forgotten, along the sides of Bruce's body and up to line fingers together at the back of the other male's neck. Curling nails inward, they press dully against the skin. ]

... I don't care what I deserve, I only know what I want right now.

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( the fact that bruce still has his coat on shows he hadn't really intended to stay very long. yet here he is. on dick's couch. tangled up in words and fingers and feelings of all things.

there's a shift there in those blue eyes of his when dick goes and says what he does. when he more or less tells bruce of his own burdens he carries even without the details of them. you don't know what i've done is something he, himself could say right back to dick... can relate to in ways some part of him wishes he didn't. for dick's sake, that is.

but it's hearing his name on the other's lips that has that gentle shift in his gaze to soften some, despite the somber, and he stares to the other man for a long moment before he lets his eyes fall shut. this isn't weakness. but this also isn't courage or strength either. he doesn't know what it is. he'll need to figure it out later. for the moment, he simply stays there close against him like he is, dick's fingers at the back of his neck almost burning him with how unfamiliar such a touch is to him. )

And what do you want?

( he shouldn't ask. yet he does. )

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[Feeling the subtle shift in the air between them; the air in Dick's lungs refuses to release. His diaphragm stays where it is, keeping everything in check as the cape crusader does his best to dissemble exactly what moved between them. Ever ticking off a never-ending list of variables, Dick prepares himself with the utter stillness that happens right before a battle.

The same neurotransmitters declare themselves and release into the hero's body as it waits for an emotional precipice to tip, in the same way they do with a bloodletting. Strange how the body's defenses intermingle certain emotions, fight and flight all together. The fingers clasped behind Bruce's neck don't care what they had to wade through to reach the spot they are at, be it turtleneck, coat or even a scarf. Realize it or not, there's still an utter determination to keep the pair knit together, even as Dick offers Bruce a quiet way out.

Not that it was given verbally, only emotionally, even then it was completely stilted by the grasp and pull every force that Dick has wrought up to this point. Still waiting for the proverbial ball to drop, Dick doesn't breathe again until Bruce seemingly changes the course of conversation.

What does he want. It's a statement in his mind, a pressing burden in his heart. How it got there, Dick knows he'll dig out and look at later, but for now the only answer he can give is born in another kiss, and this one is far deeper than any he's offered before. This kiss is given with the tilt of his head, and a heavy press of lips that open to an exchange of tongues and emotions-- ones that Dick lets loose into the fervor, things he'd never be able to put into words. This. This is what he wants, or maybe he wants more. He wants Bruce, in every and any way he can possibly have him.

It's a terrible ache that only grows deeper when he pulls back slightly.]

You. This.... tomorrow be whatever the hell it wants to be.

[Whatever that means, be it truth or small fiction, Dick wants it all the same. ]

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( so it's an in the moment thing, is it? hm. maybe this is all more physical than emotional then. maybe this is just... some thing for the night. does that make it better? does that make it ok? he doesn't know. but he can feel the desire — the desperation almost there on the other's lips for whatever this is that he finds himself nosing gently at dick there in the silence that falls between them after.

a silence that almost feels as if he's contemplating it. )

Just this.

( words soft, it's said not asked. as if trying to confirm what it is he's hearing from the other man. as if letting him hear it said back to him to know that's what he wants. )

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[It costs nothing for Dick to draw his hands forward and push back at the coat that Bruce is wearing. Whatever his verbal acknowledgement ends up being, Dick hopes to award himself with at least this much. There's a tip of humbled eagerness, a dichotomy in the way he brushes his nose back-- edging along Bruce's cheek after to tip up his chin so that Dick's mouth can blush small kisses against the long line of Bruce's neck.

He hums softly against the skin given to him. Inhaling the moment and leaning on his senses to memorize it in every minute detail possible. ]

Tonight.

[Muttered against tender, giving flesh, the acceptance isn't exactly what's being asked or spoken on. Silently, Dick can acknowledge all that he yearns for and yet knows what he's libel to gain if he asks for more. They've talked about beyond this, and Dick understands that Bruce thinks he deserves better than what can happen. So he doesn't bother to speak another word, but merely licks over the skin that's open to him, knowing that he will still give his entirety to this one night.]

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( tonight then. since that's what he wants.

drawing in a breath to swallow down any other words that might threaten to leave him regarding this, the pads of his fingers ghost along the nape of dick's neck and he noses him. soft. breath now nothing more than a sigh, before a tip of the other man's head is done with the guidance of fingers and he finds his lips there on the couch for a kiss.

his one hand still holds his empty glass, holding it there against his thigh while the fingers of his other smooth along the curve of dick's neck and he holds to him there as lips brush over his. soft. slow. then a little harder. because he knows he can handle it. just as he would any hit thrown at him. )

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[Tonight, for better or worse, be as it's the first and maybe only step into the fray, wherever it takes them and whatever shape it takes it takes the form of. Tonight will be about this, about them. There's very little more that Dick can focus on beyond that since it seems they are finally done with mostly unconventional communication that brought them this far. Whatever words come beyond this Dick leaves up to the night and what happens next.

With his hands pressing back at that coat, Dick finds the glass and plies it from those fingers, letting it drop to the floor so that he can take them up with his own. Hand to hand, he presses the length of his digits through and past Bruce's to grasp and hold his hand. Tying himself to the man that has his lips captured securely.

A small hum escapes Dick as he too takes the kiss further. There's no need for tenderness, beyond the desire to take a bit of soft against the rugged hard planes of their frames as they grow closer. Dick has a penchant for mixing up his signals pain and pleasure, soft and rough. They all are hardwired differently in his brain, even in a situation like this. ]

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( with the glass now removed from his hand, fingers find themselves clutching the front of dick's shirt then, making out there on the couch as if he's a teenager again.

he's overdressed but dick seems willing enough to help him with his coat and scarf, bruce letting him without much resistance. this all has the potential to snowball into something neither of them will be able to untangle themselves from soon enough and he has the means right now to slam on the breaks. mostly for dick's sake.

but does he?

no.

he kisses him more instead. skin pale in contrast to all the black he wears. the lack of heavy lighting, despite it being night, makes it easier for bruce — he sees so much better in the dark these past couple years. more awake at night and with more energy to give, a quiet burst of adrenaline bubbles inside him in a way that's different from when he's throwing fists on the streets, and it's why those kisses become a little more harder. a buildup of things he's ignored and denied himself in favor of being the vigilante he's chosen to be. not exactly bruce, but also not batman either. right now, he's something in-between. a mixture of soft and rough. )

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[Accustomed to the night as well, Dick's energy peaks during this time of day. He's more alive within the shadows than anywhere else. Compared to Bruce's two years, Robin and Nightwing have spent countless hours patrolling, training and living life alongside the worst of Gotham. While Dick does fine in the light of day, he's a finely honed nighttime machine, body, mind and spirit.

The chest that Bruce's fingers push against just behind that fabric is hard, and sculpted through not only hard work, but hours spent in the gym and training room, banging against dummies, until bruised and bloodied, until every motion Dick makes comes out perfectly without his thinking the very first time.

In a similar dogged fashion, his hands know not how the other feels beneath them, but they expect and desire to please. Dick is generous when he's with a partner. His mouth is invested in their kiss, meeting demand for demand, lips pliant and firm all the same. His tongue tangles and investigates wanting to know exact flavors and pathways to the perfect exchange. Teeth clip at Bruce's lower lip, skimming across the plush surface to tug and pull, seconds before Dick's tongue sweeps in to add softness to the lick of pain.

Maybe Dick should think about himself, about where all of this is going and what might happen on the other end. Maybe he should consider his experience, and limitations, but he doesn't. He charges in, reaching down to pull his shirt over his head to give Bruce more space to touch, wanting and needing what this night will bring. ]

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( it's the removal of dick's shirt that makes this feel all the more real in the moment but bruce doesn't think to stop. if anything, blue eyes sweep their gaze over the other man's chest, seeing the similarities between them in terms of muscles and scars and there's a moment in doing so, when his head ducks, dark strands falling before his face. somehow, seeing dick like this makes it all feel much more real. )

How did you...

( a pause — a lick over his lips. a faint tilt of his head up, those blue eyes search dick's face. )

...want to do this, I mean.

( for as much of a recluse as bruce has been, he's been friendly with mostly women and while he's not against this pursuit they're now on, this wasn't exactly the reason for his visit and, as such, he has absolutely nothing on him for anything. )

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[Watching the way those eyes follow the length of Dick's torso turns up the heat at the back of his neck. He can feel the deep scrutiny before Bruce ducks his head. Chasing it, Dick leans forward to push back those strands of hair, for as strongly as he felt about those eyes, he wanted to continue to be the center of their focus.

When Bruce speaks, Dick swipes his tongue across his own lips as he considers the question. Ladies have never been an issue, and while there's not a snippet of hesitation for where this is leading them, Dick isn't certain of all the exact motions to take. He knows what he wants, but all the hows and whys he's never exactly been through before.

He's not completely inexperienced, Dick's invaded the world of gay porn and found himself getting off on it more than a few times, but there's a dissonance there. This isn't merely a blowjob in some strange bar either. He leans against Bruce and touches lips softly before setting back a small amount.]

I have anything we'd need in my bedroom, and there's more space. I've got- I mean, it would be easier on the bed. Did you have any preferences?

[He questions, fingers reaching for one of Bruce's hands to drag him up and off the couch-- for as much as they are talking, Dick wants to continue the action. His pants are tight, and he's not sure if he wants to start rubbing himself in front of Bruce. He'd do it in front of some of the girls he's been with, not afraid to be crass, but this is very, very different and there are so many layers of complexities that he doesn't want to spoil anything by mishandling a single button or swipe of his hand.]

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( the discussion of this alone is enough to possibly pull him out of the moment — to reconsider and think it best to simply leave this where it's currently at before it leads to something they'll both be unable to stop themselves from. again, more for dick's sake, since this isn't liable to be as messed up for him as it could potentially be for dick and he likes dick. he does. if this somehow ends up hurting him in ways that will leave more scars on him... can he really be responsible for that? can he really be this selfish right now?

if not for dick's touch — if not for the way he pulls him from the couch, he might have considered it. might have pulled away with a shake of his head and slipped that hand back into his pocket as a means to keep distance between them. bruce is good at that after all: keeping others at arms length and denying himself the things he wants [to feel] because he shouldn't. but that touch grounds him in a way that pulls him from his thoughts, if even momentarily, and those blue eyes of his look up to the other man, fingers gentle in the way they seem to rub against dick's. )

Just tell me what you want.

( a beat, a lick over his own lips. )

Or show me.

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[In Dick's mind, he's the one being selfish. He started them down this road and has been leaning into it with a more determined mind from the very beginning. There's no saying exactly when Dick first started thinking about Bruce in this manner, but he knows that tonight wasn't the first time and no matter what words he's spoken, or offers in any further discussion, he knows it won't be the last.

Bodily, Dick uses the strength of his arms to pull Bruce upwards toward him. There's enough power in the cradle of his hands to snap bones. Yet now they are used to bring a man into the circle of Dick's arms. Once Bruce is standing, Dick wraps himself tight up against and around him. It's one thing to have a solid idea of how a man is built beneath his clothing, and it's another whole story to feel the strong, firm press of him completely. ]

I can do both, but I want to know what you want too.

[He begins to use his mouth as a guide, kissing Bruce firmly as he walked back toward his bedroom. Dick's hands yanked every bit of Bruce's turtle neck from those neatly pressed black pants and began to slowly pull it up and over his head so that by the time they reached the doorway, Dick had it up and ready to pop over Bruce's head. Turtlenecks were always a pain to get off. He laughed a little as he pulled, pushing Bruce against the doorway until it was gone.]

Fuck. You look so good. I mean, your body is ... exactly what I thought it would be. I want to touch and taste as much as I can, if that's alright with you.

[Now that Bruce was free, the bruises and marks-- none of them mattered. They matched the scars and marks that Dick had on his own body, only showing their similarities. It made him worry far less about being some tender thing, reminding him what they both could handle. They each were colored by a variety of blossoming colors that all became shades of gray and swallows of blue in the dim twilight of Dick's room. It was back-lit by a glowing blue that came from under his bed and from several bed stands, but that was all the light he needed the majority of the time. ]

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( fleeting as it is, there's something about that puff of laughter there on dick's lips that catches bruce's attention — captivates him almost and without even realizing it, he reaches up to gently grasp the side of the other man's neck as his own back ends up pressed against doorway.

this is new to him for a myriad of reasons, but it's those words that leave dick's mouth in the form of genuine desire that has his own blue eyes fluttering some as he takes that in — as he takes this moment and the other man so close to him like this in.

after a beat of silence between them that more than likely feels far more stretched than it actually is, bruce presses his forehead to dick's, eyes falling shut for a breath or two, pad of his thumb brushing over the curve of dick's neck that he still holds to. gently, lips find his — a kiss brushed over them before he's tilting his head back some, enough to nose at dick before he's letting his gaze settle back onto him again. )

Yeah. That's good with me that you do.

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[Joy was something that still littered Dick's life. He'd learned to temper the darkness with it, fighting his own demons for years. It was one of the many differences, and advantages that Dick held over Bruce. Young as Nightwing still was, his experience even with the youngest members of his titans had already spanned four years. It didn't cross his thoughts now, but maybe in the future when problems arose he might consider it.

Currently, it was only Bruce that Dick could focus on. His mentor was gone, and this man remained. The gentleness of touch sparks something within that makes his eyes turn careful and soft, his skin prickle with gooseflesh.]

Bruce. mn. Ah...

[Need is tight, and all he can do is wrap his tongue around the other man's name in a way he grows more and more accustomed to saying. Swallowing down the fluttering in his stomach that threatens the situation, he nods and reaches out to run his digits through the stray bits of hair that he's come to enjoy deeply. It's overtly sexy the way it curtains those desperately blue eyes that see straight through to Dick's soul.

Nestling back, Dick reaches in to suck up light red spots down the line of Dick's neck, savoring the flavor as he moves to his collar line. Closing his mouth over the bone, he pulls deeper here, enough to break capillaries, leaving behind something darker that tastes more like copper and skin.

One of Dick's hands slips downwards, and cups at Bruce's ass while Nightwing's mouth works. He brings their hips together so that he can feel what it's like to know another man this closely. A groan escapes against skin and Dick glances up at Bruce, a second before he leans in for another deeply needed kiss.]

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( there's a hiss that leaves him when teeth claim pale skin, but he doesn't retaliate or show discomfort in the action licked over him. rather, the hand there on dick's neck, finds its way to the back of his head instead and fingers card through dick's own dark strands of hair, pressing him all the more closer against him as he does.

because this is a sort of pain that doesn't leave him angry — doesn't leave him feeling the need to push and fight back until he's feeling it even harder. this is a sort of pain that sends adrenaline pumping fast through his veins and one that he doesn't often feel with others, let alone from another.

lips find his as they've done a number of times tonight and instead of simply letting dick take whatever he wants from him — letting the other man lead as he pleases — bruce pushes back into that kiss then and even goes so far as to sharply nip at dick's bottom lip. )

This what you wanted?

( his words are low— heavy in a way that's almost batman but not all the way there. fingers at the back of dick's head tangle some in strands of hair and he gives a playfully good tug of his head back, bruce leaning in to nose along the other man's neck and jaw. )

This what you've been keeping to yourself? ( a beat, a press of warm lips over the pulse there at dick's neck. ) Your dark little secret?

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[Oh god. That. There. Even with how things had been, Dick didn't expect Bruce of all people to be a pliant individual when it came down to it. He couldn't think about his mentor any longer-- the correlations that had been playing back and forth in Dick's brain ended abruptly at his doorway. All he could fathom now was this man. This Bruce and Batman, carved from alabaster, so alike and yet so different from himself. This man that made Dick crave and his body flame and need with an aching depravity.

When Bruce's fingers found his neck, and those teeth found his lip, Dick's body surged to life. The fingers that he held Bruce with gripped tighter and he let slip a sigh.]

Yes, Bruce. Fuck yes. This is what I want.

[He gazed directly at the other, pressing his hip in tightly so that there was no doubt of exactly how much he wanted this. Dick's adam apple rose and fell as he swallowed against the press of Bruce's mouth. His neck was one of the more sensitive area's on his body, and it was hard to hide exactly how much it affected him.]

I haven't wanted another man until you, but yes. You.

[His head fell back, and he closed his eyes, shuttering them briefly against the moment. The pull of another that could hold him in his place was something he hadn't come across, and it turned Dick on even further. He pulled his head back up straight, yanking against the fingers that held the hairs at the base of his neck, reveling in the pain. ]

You're my little dark secret.

[Moving his hands, Dick pulled Bruce with him to the bed until the rise of it rested against the back of Bruce's knees. He reached between them and flicked open the button at Bruce's waist, exchanging short biting kisses while he pulled down the zipper then slowly ran only his thumbs around the top waistband holding the pants up, enjoying the soft skin beneath the fabric.]

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( like attracts like, doesn't it? even if that like is a personal darkness they both carry within themselves. that's probably why it feels the way it does and why it's so difficult to ignore, let alone resist. they're both fucked up, just in their own ways.

everything that bruce has suppressed floods to the surface at a speed that makes his head almost spin. there's a heaviness there now, one thick with desire and a need he hasn't felt in a long time. dick's words brush over bruce's lips and the older man huffs a laugh, smiling against the other's mouth as he does — as dick goes about undoing the front of his pants. he doesn't kiss him — doesn't let him taste his own desire there on his mouth and, instead, gives a sharp nip to dick's bottom lip as those blue eyes practically pierce through the other man's soul.

because bruce is capable of being like this. intense. in every sense of the word. he just hasn't felt the need to be as of late. until now, that is. like a switch suddenly flicked on.

rather than touch dick, he looks down between them. slow. lifting his head up then to brush the pad of a thumb over the other man's mouth. slow and with a fixation there so intense in his eyes. dick being the fixation in question this time. )

Go on. ( words soft but with a firmness to them, hand gripping the side of dick's face then. ) Put it in your mouth.

( an order more than a suggestion. )

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[It's like Bruce somehow reached inside of Dick and yanked up every secret, dirty and desperate thought he's had lately and threw it back at him right there in the focus of that gaze. Long silent looks between them have not been in short supply since their first meeting, and the intensity has only blossomed with every single meeting of their eyes-- seemingly all leading to this penetrating moment.

The laser like focus that Bruce sears Dick with, drags an audible sound from Dick, it's somewhere between a moan and the whine a dog gives when it's clearly begging for something. Unable to comprehend the smile beyond knowing that this is pleasure, Dick continues forward, but is thwarted. His kiss denied and misdirected and instead lip stolen for the sharpness of a bite. It's nothing that he minds. In fact, it only draws more intensity into the exchange. Dick wants this. He wants exactly this.

Undoing his own button and zipper for the slightest relief, Dick's lips part and his tongue awaits that small pass of Bruce's thumb over his lip. He wants to taste it again, but it's removed and used to cup the side of his face-- his face that stays with lips parted, tongue waiting with baited breath as Dick, a man who is always used to giving the orders lately is told exactly what to do. His cock throbs and jumps with the order.

He looks down between them, and then back up. Heavy desire, and want obvious in his eyes. He'll do it and anything else that Bruce wants. ]

Yes, sir.

[He grins wickedly then, and begins to pull Bruce's pants down and anything else that's between them. Being faced with the other man's erection, Dick takes it in his hand and slides his fingers over it. He knows how to touch himself, and so how different can this part be. Taking his time, he swipes his thumb over the head of Bruce's cock, making it shimmer with his excitement.]

Fuck. You've got a great cock. I can't wait to taste it. I want to have all of you in my mouth. Just... You gonna sit down, or stand. I don't want you to go weak at the knees.

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( watching dick take his cock in his hand the way that he does is a sight bruce didn't know he needed to see and, if anything, it makes him want to see more from the other man. the fact that the other is so eager for it — so eager to have it in his mouth pleases bruce in ways he hasn't felt before and he thinks to reward dick for that. later, of course.

the sound that leaves bruce is one that's heavy and laced with an intense need for him. how could he not want the other man when he's got his cock in his hand like he does? he's just as turned on from the looks of it — needs this just as bad deep down and deep inside is exactly where bruce intends to go with this. with dick.

the question gets a huff out of bruce, hand coming up to clap at the other man's shoulder. )

I have a lot more stamina than you think.

( voice husky, he shoves the other down to his knees, fingers carding through dick's hair as he does. standing there. watching him in the shadows of the room. )

Show me how much you want it.

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[Stamina was literally the last thing that Dick was honestly worried about. It was all about having Bruce's hands on him. Never in his life had another person manhandled him like this without Dick striking back. Maybe, no, there truly was something twisted up inside him that craved this, that was eager for this man, this dark force of nature to take control of him.

Dick would still give as good as he got. He would never be some lazy pillow princess, if ever he'd heard the term, but that didn't mean he didn't bite hard into his bottom lip when Bruce's fingers drew soft marks against his shoulders as they shoved him to his knees. Tasting liquid copper he reveled in the thought of mingling that with whatever flavors awaited him.

Dark brown hues tipped their gaze along the length of Bruce's engorged cock and then lit upwards toward the the man it belonged to. Dick laughed softly, and licked from the base of Bruce's sac all the way to the very tip of his erection. ]

Mn. This what you want, sir?

[Closing his eyes, Dick hovers over Bruce's cock, fingers curled around the large base. Being that this is the first time he's ever done anything like this, Dick wants to enjoy it. The first pass of his tongue is wide and straight over the flat of Bruce's dick. It's with a hum, Dick twists his tongue and sweeps back across and around, circling over and over, letting the bitter salt of Bruce's pre-come mix with his spit and lift from his lips as he pulls away briefly only to dive down over the entire head. He sucks softly at the tip, and then drops down deeper, swallowing as he goes. It's all about getting a feel for the width and fullness in the warmth of his mouth as he tries to pull it back to his throat. ]

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( sir. now there’s something he hadn’t thought to hear come from those lips. it’s not enough to pull him from the moment — not enough to make him pause and question dick being down on his knees with his cock in his hand. he’s too hard and turned on to cross back over into how this might be a terrible idea. that’s all for later, when this is all said and done and after dick’s shown him just how badly he’s wanted to have this particular cock in his mouth.

which he does. take him into his mouth and the sigh that leaves bruce is one almost of relief. as if he’d been needing this so badly for so long now and is finally being given what he’s been denying himself for his work. for his obsession. for gotham.

as dick gets going, it’s difficult not to watch him take that cock into his mouth and work his lips and tongue over him in whatever ways he can. so he doesn’t look away — doesn’t let his eyes fall shut yet from how good it feels and just watches dick and that mouth of his. watches the way his cock disappears into an eager mouth that’s been wanting this for however long now. has dick felt this way throughout his life and is only now getting a chance to fulfill that dirty little desire of his with him? bruce can’t be bothered to dissect it. not when he can’t take his eyes off dick sucking on him like he is. )

Yeah. Just like that.

( as if to reward him for being so eager to please, fingers grip tight to the back of dick’s head and he forces him to take the length of his cock with a deep press of his hips against his face. keeping dick’s head steady, the sound that leaves him is one that’s both low and filthy, his own head tipping back some, lips parted and blue eyes shut, savouring the warmth of the other man’s mouth around his cock like it is. )

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[The hint of deference is merely play, a method of enjoying the way Bruce works. If he wanted, Dick could easily mouth off instead and push back against the deep, thick, sensual tone. If Bruce had cared to pay more unique attention, had understood Dick a tiny bit more-- he would have noticed that quirk of his lips that soldiered up when Dick was finally able to have that gorgeous cock in his hand.

Denial of pleasure for purpose is something that Dick knows a lot about, and has done over and over through the years. It's probably one of the greatest reasons he's never allowed any of the best things in his life to stay. Duty is his mistress, and while he's made a resolution, who knows how long it will stick. Will death and life win over this time, can he hold onto what he wants in the same way he clings to the cock that he's dreamed of for over a year now.

Taking the large shaft down further takes practice, practice that Dick garners with each and every eager bob of his head. He curls his lips in tight and flattens out his tongue with the next swallow. This time Dick manages to let it bump his tonsils and he moans, he literally moans loudly, vibrating every part of Bruce's cock while lips pull and suck back up that firm shaft.

Dick has no idea that Bruce is about to do exactly what he'd ask for earlier, until it happens. When fingers tighten in his hair and hips surge forward, Dick sputters, and he gags around the cock. His eyes water, and he has to count to ten while he learns to breathe through his nose and relax his throat. When he recovers, Dick hums and pushes himself down further, indicating that he wants this.

More than anything, Dick wants Bruce to fuck his throat. Fingers are gone, so that Dick can work with Bruce's hips in meeting the base of his dick. He forces himself down as far as possible, even if it makes him choke, Dick wants his lips to kiss the hips that push into his mouth. ]

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( he's not completely sure where this all comes from — this side of him currently present. chalk it up to having denied himself the physical pleasures one tends to crave every now and then. but he cant seem to fully pull himself out of it... and it doesn't entirely seem like he wants to anyways.

not when dick is there on his knees, choking on his cock like he is.

it's a sight he burns to memory without even realizing it, fingers carding through those similar dark strands of hair as he pushes the man's head down onto his cock over and over again, feeding him deep, long strokes with groans of pleasure spilling from him as he does. he knows dick's mentioned not having been with a man before and while porn's always something to be considered alongside how a woman might have sucked his own cock when it comes to expectations of how this all goes, he still relents just a little here and there. again, he likes dick. he doesn't want to hurt him.

but that doesn't mean he can't be a little rough. )

That's good, Dick. You're doing so good.

( the praise falls softly from his lips, tips of fingers twisted up in those dark strands stroking at the man's scalp as a means to show his affection for him. but it's fleeting — cock pushing deep past those slick lips for the back of dick's throat. wanting to feel it. wanting to make him feel it and know how good it feels to be fed like he's being. that he might come to like this— want this even more than he already does. )