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. )
[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. ]
( 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. )
[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. ]
( 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. )
[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.]
( 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. )
[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. ]
( 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. )
[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.]
( 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?
[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.]
( 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.
[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.
( 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. )
[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. ]
( 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. )
[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. ]
( 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. )
[With the praise, Dick utters no grievances. He rumbles his throat around the cock firmly rooted in his mouth, rushing up and down, moaning as he can. Always wanting to indicate his firm enjoyment. Dick reaches down between his legs and uses a free hand to find his own cock and rub it through the fabric of his underwear. He knows he could drag it out and work it over someway, but it feels like that'd be cheating in some sort of manner and Dick is no cheat.
Instead, he reaches his other hand upward and rolls it over one of Bruce's nipples. After a few tries, he manages the tiny brown nub with a finger and thumb. Pinching it there, he squeezes and pulls as Bruce dives down his throat. After a few good tugs, Dick can't manage it any more and so it's dropped in favor of thick thighs.
When Bruce decides to show Dick how great cocksucking is, to make him want this more than he already does. Dick has to hold on. His head cants with every thrust and he opens up wider. There's no way in hell he ever wants to give this up. It's the first time he's ever done this, and he wants to do it again and again. Bruce is like the sweetest heroin, and already Dick's vein has been fed and he's addicted.
Dick pushes Bruce harder; he pulls back the smallest amount and wraps his fingers around the base of that beautiful, large cock and starts to really go to town. He wants to see how far he can take this. He doesn't care if Bruce comes now and Dick has to build him back up again. It's obvious that Bruce needs this, needs this release as much as Dick wants to give it. Dick begs for it through the noises he makes, and the way his lips suck at the full hard thickness that's now weeping with every thrust.]
( dick's eagerness doesn't go unnoticed nor unappreciated. the way he's building up a steady hunger for that cock he's generously fed... the lengths he goes to show bruce how much he wants it— how much he wants this between them, if even for this moment tonight. bruce sees it all — feels it all from the head of his cock to the tips of his toes, and it feels so fucking good.
they're going to be in trouble after all this, aren't they?
the sound that leaves the slightly older man is lewd when dick works his mouth and fingers over him. if it's sloppy, it's hard to notice, what with the way dick takes it upon himself to be as filthy as he's currently being with [a version of] his mentor's cock in hand — on his tongue. it's vulgar and messed up but so incredibly hot at the same time and bruce isn't so sure he can stand it anymore.
gripping the back of dick's head, he forces him back onto his cock — forces him to take it all as he fucks his mouth. hard. relentless. chasing after that warmth and those sounds the other man makes every time he's forced to swallow his cock. it's crude and rough in the way he holds him in place, but he needs it — dick needs it, too, and so he forces him to chase after that same need before bruce is spilling himself inside dick's mouth, feeding him thick ropes of cum as he gasps. head back. eyes shut tight. letting himself go for once. )
[It doesn't matter how filthy it might be, or how twisted the act between the two might look to another who doesn't know the differences of mentor and man. Dick wants this, and he knows exactly what he's doing right now, all the withering consequences of the future be damned. The world can burn holes of misunderstanding as long as he gets to have this tonight, and perhaps for as long as Bruce will allow him the future privileges. It's a devastating hunger, this need for fulfillment in a manner Dick has only now discovered within Bruce during this singular encounter.
No matter whoever else may bring themselves to the same table, it won't ever feel like this. Dick knows it. He knows it as Bruce makes that sound, so low and guttural, and Dick answers in kind. His head forced forward. Unable to breathe properly, he gags on the cock in his mouth and feels it hit the back of his throat several times. The hips that force themselves so brutally against his face, gain momentum and then Dick can feel it. He coughs and swallows, little bits of cum spill down the sides of his face as he does his best to drink the rest up. He doesn't want to miss a single sip.
As soon as he's able to, he pulls up and catches his breath, licking with a perverse satisfaction around his mouth as he looks back to Bruce's spent cock. It still stands proud in Dick's hand. He licks over it, cleaning up every tiny bit of come that remains, making sure there's nothing left.]
That was incredible. Fuck, you are so good. I can't wait for more.
[Getting up from his knees, Dick doesn't hesitate to open his mouth to Bruce, licking inside the other man's mouth, sharing the white, hot sticky mess that's left behind. He's hard and throbbing in his jeans, and still so very hungry for the man in front of him. It shows in the messy way he kisses, only keeping half the kiss in their mouths, but licking and nipping at the rest. ]
( the kiss is filthy and messy like all of this between them. bruce welcomes it — welcomes the other man’s tongue in his mouth as he holds tight to the nape of his neck with a hand. breathless, spent, intoxicated with how it feels to be like this. it won’t last, this feeling. at some point his logical mind will catch up with him and question all of this, but. for now, his head still buzzes from that high, skin flushed and warm to the touch despite how pale he often is.
dick had been such a good boy down on his knees, mouth open and eager to be fed… he can let this feeling linger for a little longer. he deserves it… they both do, don’t they?
softly, a huff of laughter leaves him against the other man’s mouth and he noses at him with a hazy look there in those blue eyes of his. )
You still want more after that, huh?
( it’s more rhetorical than anything else. he damn well knows the other man wants and needs more. he does, too.
a sharp nip to dick’s lower lip, he eyes him there, close still, hand at the nape of dick’s neck smoothing down the slope of it instead, pad of his thumb brushing over a collarbone. )
Show how much you want it. ( a beat, a glance down some to the side. ) On the bed. ( lips brushing over dick’s as he murmurs: ) But don’t make yourself come. That’s for me to do.
[There might have been a terseness built around Dick before he held Bruce's cock in his mouth. A great hesitence to say anything that had crossed the fantasies he'd held previously, but after swallowing long ropes of this man's bitter hot semen -- that was gone. Instead, here stood someone who was unafraid to speak of what they wanted, what they have so desperately desired for what feels like ages.
There's never been another person who Dick would ever trust like this. No one that the vigilante would ever let see in this state. It's only ever been one man, and Dick only ever knew that he wanted it recently. The hard planes and sharp tight lines of another man laying so perfectly against his own frame. There's nothing like the release that comes from that type of craving.
Pulling down the boxer briefs and the jeans he'd already opened, Dick lays himself naked before Bruce on the bed. His cock lays flat against his stomach, a touch to the right. Running his fingers over the head smears pre across the entire thing, allowing Dick the slow, light release of the smallest bit of pressure. He takes a deep breath and sticks one of his fingers in his mouth, and sucks at it noisily and in such a debauched way that any porn channel would have picked it up and sold it to the masses.]
( it's the eagerness of it all that really makes this so filthy and it twists something up inside bruce. something just as vulgar— just as dark, in a way, and it's an intimately dirty display of like attracting like. something that both of them are more than fine with.
the sounds that come from dick are drawn out and lewd and bruce can't help but huff a short laugh at the words to follow such a pornographic display. he's not judging him. he's amused at the gall of him to think he's going to be calling the shots here — that he's going to be telling bruce what to do. it's cute and it brings that more authoritative presence to the front, the socially inept version of himself long gone now until this all fizzles out between them.
still in his pants, though the front of them remains open, he presses a knee into the mattress and towers over dick there. even through the dark of the room illuminated by the glow of blue light, he sees dick perfectly and so it's easy enough for him to reach out and cradle the side of the other man's face. gentle, the pad of his thumb brushes over his cheekbone — swoops down to run along his lips. slow. )
I want you to be good and do what I tell you.
( a glance past dick, he looks down to him again. )
Touch yourself. Touch yourself the way you want me to touch you— the way you've wanted me to touch you and tell me where you keep your toys in here.
( toys being subjective since he doesn't really know if dick has anything beyond lube around here, but. he sure as hell doesn't mean batarangs and smoke bombs. )
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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. )
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Instead, he reaches his other hand upward and rolls it over one of Bruce's nipples. After a few tries, he manages the tiny brown nub with a finger and thumb. Pinching it there, he squeezes and pulls as Bruce dives down his throat. After a few good tugs, Dick can't manage it any more and so it's dropped in favor of thick thighs.
When Bruce decides to show Dick how great cocksucking is, to make him want this more than he already does. Dick has to hold on. His head cants with every thrust and he opens up wider. There's no way in hell he ever wants to give this up. It's the first time he's ever done this, and he wants to do it again and again. Bruce is like the sweetest heroin, and already Dick's vein has been fed and he's addicted.
Dick pushes Bruce harder; he pulls back the smallest amount and wraps his fingers around the base of that beautiful, large cock and starts to really go to town. He wants to see how far he can take this. He doesn't care if Bruce comes now and Dick has to build him back up again. It's obvious that Bruce needs this, needs this release as much as Dick wants to give it. Dick begs for it through the noises he makes, and the way his lips suck at the full hard thickness that's now weeping with every thrust.]
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they're going to be in trouble after all this, aren't they?
the sound that leaves the slightly older man is lewd when dick works his mouth and fingers over him. if it's sloppy, it's hard to notice, what with the way dick takes it upon himself to be as filthy as he's currently being with [a version of] his mentor's cock in hand — on his tongue. it's vulgar and messed up but so incredibly hot at the same time and bruce isn't so sure he can stand it anymore.
gripping the back of dick's head, he forces him back onto his cock — forces him to take it all as he fucks his mouth. hard. relentless. chasing after that warmth and those sounds the other man makes every time he's forced to swallow his cock. it's crude and rough in the way he holds him in place, but he needs it — dick needs it, too, and so he forces him to chase after that same need before bruce is spilling himself inside dick's mouth, feeding him thick ropes of cum as he gasps. head back. eyes shut tight. letting himself go for once. )
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No matter whoever else may bring themselves to the same table, it won't ever feel like this. Dick knows it. He knows it as Bruce makes that sound, so low and guttural, and Dick answers in kind. His head forced forward. Unable to breathe properly, he gags on the cock in his mouth and feels it hit the back of his throat several times. The hips that force themselves so brutally against his face, gain momentum and then Dick can feel it. He coughs and swallows, little bits of cum spill down the sides of his face as he does his best to drink the rest up. He doesn't want to miss a single sip.
As soon as he's able to, he pulls up and catches his breath, licking with a perverse satisfaction around his mouth as he looks back to Bruce's spent cock. It still stands proud in Dick's hand. He licks over it, cleaning up every tiny bit of come that remains, making sure there's nothing left.]
That was incredible. Fuck, you are so good. I can't wait for more.
[Getting up from his knees, Dick doesn't hesitate to open his mouth to Bruce, licking inside the other man's mouth, sharing the white, hot sticky mess that's left behind. He's hard and throbbing in his jeans, and still so very hungry for the man in front of him. It shows in the messy way he kisses, only keeping half the kiss in their mouths, but licking and nipping at the rest. ]
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dick had been such a good boy down on his knees, mouth open and eager to be fed… he can let this feeling linger for a little longer. he deserves it… they both do, don’t they?
softly, a huff of laughter leaves him against the other man’s mouth and he noses at him with a hazy look there in those blue eyes of his. )
You still want more after that, huh?
( it’s more rhetorical than anything else. he damn well knows the other man wants and needs more. he does, too.
a sharp nip to dick’s lower lip, he eyes him there, close still, hand at the nape of dick’s neck smoothing down the slope of it instead, pad of his thumb brushing over a collarbone. )
Show how much you want it. ( a beat, a glance down some to the side. ) On the bed. ( lips brushing over dick’s as he murmurs: ) But don’t make yourself come. That’s for me to do.
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[There might have been a terseness built around Dick before he held Bruce's cock in his mouth. A great hesitence to say anything that had crossed the fantasies he'd held previously, but after swallowing long ropes of this man's bitter hot semen -- that was gone. Instead, here stood someone who was unafraid to speak of what they wanted, what they have so desperately desired for what feels like ages.
There's never been another person who Dick would ever trust like this. No one that the vigilante would ever let see in this state. It's only ever been one man, and Dick only ever knew that he wanted it recently. The hard planes and sharp tight lines of another man laying so perfectly against his own frame. There's nothing like the release that comes from that type of craving.
Pulling down the boxer briefs and the jeans he'd already opened, Dick lays himself naked before Bruce on the bed. His cock lays flat against his stomach, a touch to the right. Running his fingers over the head smears pre across the entire thing, allowing Dick the slow, light release of the smallest bit of pressure. He takes a deep breath and sticks one of his fingers in his mouth, and sucks at it noisily and in such a debauched way that any porn channel would have picked it up and sold it to the masses.]
Tell me what you want me to do with it.
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the sounds that come from dick are drawn out and lewd and bruce can't help but huff a short laugh at the words to follow such a pornographic display. he's not judging him. he's amused at the gall of him to think he's going to be calling the shots here — that he's going to be telling bruce what to do. it's cute and it brings that more authoritative presence to the front, the socially inept version of himself long gone now until this all fizzles out between them.
still in his pants, though the front of them remains open, he presses a knee into the mattress and towers over dick there. even through the dark of the room illuminated by the glow of blue light, he sees dick perfectly and so it's easy enough for him to reach out and cradle the side of the other man's face. gentle, the pad of his thumb brushes over his cheekbone — swoops down to run along his lips. slow. )
I want you to be good and do what I tell you.
( a glance past dick, he looks down to him again. )
Touch yourself. Touch yourself the way you want me to touch you— the way you've wanted me to touch you and tell me where you keep your toys in here.
( toys being subjective since he doesn't really know if dick has anything beyond lube around here, but. he sure as hell doesn't mean batarangs and smoke bombs. )
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From:sorry for the delay. it's been a week at work.
From:and my weekend was freaking nuts!
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From:Hopefully this week takes it easier. You deserve the bestest.
From:same to you since i've enjoyed them very much ❤️
From:They do make me very happy. ♥ Always look forward to them.
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From:sorry for the delay on this. had to get back into the smut brain.
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