( 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 β as dick goes about undoing the front of his pants. he doesn't kiss him β 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 β 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 β 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 thereβs something he hadnβt thought to hear come from those lips. itβs not enough to pull him from the moment β not enough to make him pause and question dick being down on his knees with his cock in his hand. heβs too hard and turned on to cross back over into how this might be a terrible idea. thatβs all for later, when this is all said and done and after dickβs shown him just how badly heβs 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 heβd been needing this so badly for so long now and is finally being given what heβs been denying himself for his work. for his obsession. for gotham.
as dick gets going, itβs 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 doesnβt look away β doesnβt 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 thatβs 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 canβt be bothered to dissect it. not when he canβt 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 dickβs head and he forces him to take the length of his cock with a deep press of his hips against his face. keeping dickβs head steady, the sound that leaves him is one thatβs both low and filthy, his own head tipping back some, lips parted and blue eyes shut, savouring the warmth of the other manβs 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 β 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 β 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 thisβ 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 itβ how much he wants this between them, if even for this moment tonight. bruce sees it all β 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 β 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 β 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 β 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 β welcomes the other manβs 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 wonβt 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 fedβ¦ he can let this feeling linger for a little longer. he deserves itβ¦ they both do, donβt they?
softly, a huff of laughter leaves him against the other manβs mouth and he noses at him with a hazy look there in those blue eyes of his. )
You still want more after that, huh?
( itβs more rhetorical than anything else. he damn well knows the other man wants and needs more. he does, too.
a sharp nip to dickβs lower lip, he eyes him there, close still, hand at the nape of dickβs 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 dickβs as he murmurs: ) But donβt make yourself come. Thatβs 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 vulgarβ 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 β 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 β 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 youβ 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. )
[Any other situation would have Dick in perfect control. Even with another man, if ever there were another male to catch Dick's attention he would have taken the role of dominant, whatever that meant in the moment. Never would he debase himself to this level, nor allow any other human on the face of this planet to see him in such a state. It was only Bruce that had Dick not only wanting to do this, but needing it on some deeper level that not even Dick could completely comprehend.
Nightwing stretched his body out for the man who knelt with such authority over him. He craved that soft touch to his face, and as much as he wanted Bruce to be the person to run his fingers along Dick's body, he would do exactly as he was told because that nettled off such a fierce fucking shot of electricity through his system, that he could do no other.
Drawing a line of saliva down from his mouth, Dick generously coated a nipple in it before yanking at it with a tight pinch. The noise that followed was clearly born deep in his gut, from the same twisted desire that moved him to roll over and pull out a box from under the bed. Within the box there were a myriad of toys that Bruce could choose from. Dick and his partners clearly had very little limits in the bedroom. Floggers, leather whips, vibrators of all sizes (although he'd never used one on himself), flavored lubes, wax, things for body painting, handcuffs, and other things of sexual nature, it was a deep trove that Dick kept from all his relationships until now.
With all his proclivities exposed, he pulled out a small slender vibrator and held it up for Bruce's approval. The thought of what he was about to do had his chest expanding with oxygen, and dying to carbon dioxide. All Dick could think about was the fact that he was working himself up for Bruce. This was what he wanted, what he'd daydreamed about the other man doing. Lubricating it up liberally, Dick parted his legs and lowered the phallic shape. ]
I wish this was you touching me. Fuck I want you to touch me, Bruce. This is what I've thought about, dreamed about waking and sleeping.
( it's funny to think he wields a certain amount of power between them simply by being who he is. he's yet to really experience the extent of what can happen with being bruce wayne, son of thomas wayne and the so-called prince of gotham. he's been so fixated on being the batman these past couple years, that he hasn't bothered to give much thoughtβ give much time to being anything or anyone else. here? like this? he's walking a fine line between the two identities he'll carry with him for years to come and in this moment with dick on the bed, it's just a small taste of the sort of power his name, his presence, his being him can have over others. be it for better or for worse.
the box comes out and he's... surprised. a little. he hadn't entirely been sure whether or not dick really had actual sex toys stashed somewhere in the room, but. turns out, he does. quite a few at that. casting a glance to said box, a puff of amusement leaves his lips, blue eyes flicking their gaze to the vibrator dick pulls from the box.
before he can do anything with that small toy, fingers curl around dick's wrist and he pulls his hand away, gently taking the vibrator into his own hand. there's a fleeting look of hesitation there in his eyes β as if waiting to see if dick is ok with this, before he simply pulls from the other man and falls back onto his haunches. smoothing a hand under a thigh, he grips dick's leg and pulls at him β pulls his legs up towards him, leaving him in a sort of shoulder stand position there on the bed. dick's nimble β an acrobat, the position really shouldn't be anything he isn't used to. but with having him here like this, hand smoothing along the inside of leg he rests against his shoulder, strands of dark hair fall in front of his face as he brings that slender vibrator up and massages the tip of it to that tight hole needing to be stretched. )
We'll get you wanting nothing but this. ( a beat as he gently presses the head inside β slowly working it in as he watches. ) Nothing but me. That what you want?
[Maybe it's this first time, or maybe it would be this way were they to come together any other time. Dick would like to think that he'd easily carry the same mantle that Bruce wields now, and that he'd hold it most responsibly in his hands should their roles ever reverse. Dick has no problem with being that person in power. He prefers it, and has secretly craved it in the past the one that he's worked so hard to turn away from. There's no way of knowing why he chose to allow himself to forego that which he knows for this certain desire with Bruce, this unnatural need that festers within the darker recesses of his being, but he has and he's leaking with it.
Stretching out for Bruce, building himself up like some stacked, crooked Lego tower for the other man's enjoyment is not exactly what Dick expected, but he moves smoothly into the directed position nonetheless. Air catches tightly in his chest like this, the artistry required to breathe is a little more refined. So the huff of air that Dick relinquishes when Bruce takes the toy to the edge of his entrance is louder than it might have been and his voice is deeper as he forces out the words, the ones that begin to really tell the truth of what he desires most. ]
You, nothing but you. I want you to fuck me Bruce. I want your cock inside me after this. Please.
[The last is whispered, and fades away as if Dick's said too much, spoken too much truth-- even though Bruce did demand that Dick speak what he wanted. Dick still hasn't gotten to kiss and taste the whole of the body he wished for. Only a part of it, but he'd settle for being filled by the other man, the one who stands on the precipice of stretching him out, of filling him with a cheap vibrating toy, a true pittance of what Dick really desires.]
( it's not exactly an interrogation he's putting the other man through and yet, at the same time, he can't exactly say he isn't curious about those desires so deeply hidden within him.
there's something about hearing them on those lips β something about the way dick craves what he craves as a means to scratch an itch he has for the man. for some other version of a mentor and father figure he's had for years now. something about that ticks off something deeply dark within bruce and he wonders just how deep that well β that void of sorts goes. )
I know. ( the words are soft. almost nonchalant. gaze fixed on the way dick takes the toy. ) You've been wanting this for awhile, haven't you?
( he lifts his gaze from his work to meet dick's for just a moment, purposefully pressing the toy a little deeper inside the other man. )
[It's not so debased as all that; Dick doesn't want the body of his mentor. He's never looked at the man who raised him in this manner. Maybe there's power in the Bat. There's power inherent in the force behind the creature, the man responsible for everything Dick knows. Now that, Dick craves, but not sexually-- at least he doesn't think he does. None of this started until his mentor fell away after attempted suicide and Bruce came into the picture.
It took meetings between them, Dick and Bruce, time to discern the differences and the similarities between what Dick had always known and what was new and obviously different. There was always that power, that keen discernment and that inherent darkness within that crept along and through them both. Having another person understand the skill necessary to want revenge and death and not take it, how could Dick not desire that. It held an undeniable sensuality for Dick and he wanted it. He wanted Bruce.
Holding himself up like this took practice, and skill as any other thing he'd trained for, but Dick did it without wavering. His body balanced precariously as it waited, entrance quivering in anticipation of an intrusion it'd never felt before. When it came, Dick gasped. Not answering Bruce right away. Instead he shut his eyes tight and closed out the world around him, focusing on that one small vibration. ]
Fuck.
[Relaxing his body with the same series of inhales and exhales he would have in a fight, Dick let the toy fill him further and nodded awkwardly against the bed.]
Yes, I wanted you for a while. Bruce. I want you. Maybe after six months of knowing you? More. Give me more, please? Fuck. Please?
[The last thing that Dick had planned on doing was begging, but this wasn't the first time and he knew it wouldn't be the last. If he were to get Bruce to fill him tonight, he'd do almost anything.]
( the desperation in dick's voice sends something through bruce that tears a low appreciative hum from the back of his throat. seeing how much he wants it β how his body reacts to being teased while keeping this position he's put him in. it has bruce admire him β admire the dedication he gives and as id to reward him for being so good with that and with showing how much he wants this, he presses a kiss with a faint brush of his lips on the inside of a thigh, pads of fingers ghosting along warm skin. )
You spend so much time leading others. ( taking care of a team. ) Don't. Not here. Not like this. Let me do that for you.
( take control, be in control. something he gets the feeling dick often does. both for himself and for others. sometimes without even realizing it.
sure, he's likely dealt with bruce being in control countless times before over the years. especially as batman. but this is different. he's not batman here and dick's not nightwing. he's not even robin. he's dick grayson. someone who tends to forget to take care of himself in taking care of others and with how desperate he sounds for needing bruce's cock inside him, seems like he needs to be taken care of in this particular situation.
what else has dick been denying himself? he wonders.
with another deep press of the toy inside the other man, he finally pulls it out and pushes at the back of dick's leg, guiding him back down to the bed in a way that's more comfortable. )
[That. That right there is the very heart of it. Dick is always the one in control, and has been since he's split ways from his mentor. Even before then, he'd taken charge of so many nights out alone. He was always so alone, even with an entire team at his back the point of command is always lonely. It was his burden to bear, it was his pleasure to take or make when he was with another person. Giving up even an ounce of control was dangerous in their line of work. The only person he felt an ounce of peace with was Bruce, even if they didn't always communicate well.
There was so much attraction that came from the knowledge that Dick could trust Bruce in ways he couldn't trust another soul. Even if they didn't connect on every level-- there was a thread that lined them up. In Dick's mind, this could never have happened between them if it didn't exist.
Licking eagerly over his lips. Moans slip into the evening air that spins around them, like a spider in her web. Dick can't help it, even if the toy is not what he wants. It touches spaces inside him that nothing has ever touched before, opening him up. He can even catch the briefest glances at something more now and then and he swears that he wants to cry out, to move then, but he doesn't. He won't let himself.
Dick doesn't do anything until Bruce guides him back down. All at once, he bends at the waist and reaches for Bruce. His hand skims over Bruce's stomach and hips. He wants to reign him in for another kiss, but there's that command. He won't even be allowed to face Bruce. It's a bitter pill, but Dick will take it and swallow it down to fill the ache that settles so deep in his loins. It gathers at his cock, and pulls back hard.]
On my knees or across a pillow on my stomach, or do you want me hanging off the bed.
[There are several choices. He glances up into those blue eyes as he asks, biting his lower lip as he does.]
( the choice is made for him, bruce reaching over to grab the bottle of lube dick had used on the toy earlier. he's not entirely sure whether or not the other man is stretched enough to take a hard cock, but. his own patience wears thin β he's also getting hard again himself after watching dick take that toy as good as he did, despite his frustration in it not being the cock he's craving.
again, just taking care of him.
while dick goes and does as he's told, bruce takes it upon himself to flip the cap of the lubrication up with the pad of his thumb, blue eyes watching the other man as a generous amount of the gel is dropped into the palm of his hand. this is the first timeβ his first time having sex with another man, but. he knows how it goes, even if it doesn't know how it feels. he has an idea, sure. but he knows it'll be different, for a myriad of reasons.
as he strokes himself over with slicked fingers, he lets out a breath he hadn't been realizing he'd been holding in and looks to dick, dark strands of hair falling in front of his face some as he does. )
[Trepidation settles around Dick's body. This is as real as it gets. It's his first time with a man, and he's not on the end he ever thought about. He's the one that's going to be face down, that's going to be filled. It's his body that's going to take another person into it. It might be one thing if he knew what Bruce was thinking, that there were positive thoughts in there about how good he was, about how well he took that toy.
The praise might settle the apprehension, but for all Dick knows, this is one more way to release an overwhelming tension. Dick concedes he might even just be a body at this point. It didn't start out that way. Dick swears the night didn't begin like this. They were closer, Bruce allowed for more touching, kissing, thoughts and even minor feelings, but the further this has gone, the more distance he's felt even as he's about to experience one the greatest intimacies there can be between two people.
Taking one of the pillows from the head of the bed, Dick brings it under his stomach. It's enough for him to lay over and prop up his backside. He grabbed the other to hold onto, because he knows it's not going to be easy to start. The toy wasn't, and a cock is going to hurt more. Still he wants it. He wants to feel Bruce's body against his, inside his with nothing between them.
The release of breath catches Dick's attention and he turns to look, watching as fingers glide over Bruce's impressive cock. Dick can still taste the slightly bitter cum on his tongue, still feel how it felt pushing against the back of his throat. ] Bruce.
[It's a tiny plea. A small whisper of desire that's filled with so much more than a simple need. Dick's eyes are alive with the want, the desire he has for the man, and not only his cock, but he'll take what he gets tonight.]
( to say that bruce is very hot and cold when it comes to intimacy would be a bit of an understatement. there's moments β like earlier β when he feels he wants it. when that part of him so often denied the things he wants, becomes incredibly difficult to resist and he gives in, if even a little. but then there are moments where he pulls back. where he does so without even realizing it until it's too late. to so naturally keep others at arms length as a means to not let himself become too attached, lest he end up losing them from his life.
it was easier on the couch when clothes were still on and lips were the extent of sparks felt between them. to be stripped down to pale skin and scars, blue eyes and dark hair, soft touches and fleeting kisses... it borders on a sort of intimacy he hasn't let himself feel and he can't help but pull away from it some. not because of how uncomfortable it is. but because of how comfortable he could end up being there. if even for a night.
cock hard and slick, a hand smooths over the curve of dick's ass and he pulls him back some. a little closer. knees on the bed. his, that is. letting the head of his cock rest there against dick's hole, hands drop to gently brush over slender hips and he lets out a breath as he stares down at the sight the other man makes beneath him. )
Push yourself back on it. ( on his cock, he means. ) Show me you can take it.
( this way, dick can determine how much he takes at first. a little bit of control he lets him have in this moment before it's taken away again. )
[If ever he might know any of Bruce's thoughts, maybe Dick might try to surge forward and attempt to explain that he was one of the few steadfast things, be it in vain or not. He was the singular, if ever, alongside Alfred that moved with Bruce throughout life. Sure, Dick had to find out who he was apart from his mentor, but this is different; it's different in so many ways. Nightwing and Batman are attached, as Dick is to Bruce. Two distinct forms of men, attached in two very different manners, never easy to describe given the complexities that brought them to this point.
Maybe it'd been easier back there with clothes and mere lips, but the vulnerability is greater for Dick now and he's never felt more open, more ill at ease than he does right now. It's not anyone's fault but his own and he knows it. There's no regret in this. He knew the risk he was taking the moment he spoke his previous words. He asked for this, no begged for this. No matter how it turns, this is what he wanted.
Still looking back, Dick watches as Bruce kneels between his legs. There's room for him to bend over, and lay against his back. Even without his eyes closed, Dick can feel the imagined intimacy. Instead, he watches Bruce's generous cock push through his rounded cheeks, and up tight against his entrance. Turning his head back to his pillow, he hisses into it and does as asked. Rocking backward, Dick forces his quivering muscles to open and relax, to take the head of Bruce's dick inside him.
It burns, but it's still smooth and filling in a way he could never have imagined. It's nothing like the toy that had touched his insides previously. It's flesh, and slides along and against the inside of him, pulling against his natural instinct.] Holy fuck, Bruce. More. I want it all. I want all of you, touch me more, please.
( the feeling of sick around him is warm and tight and everything he couldn't even begin to imagine. it's a sweetness that burns even bruce and it takes everything within him from pulling slender hips flush against him and burying himself tight inside dick. he can't. not yet. but damn if he doesn't want to.
taking a second, he breathes. )
You're being impatient.
( and as much as he wants to sink himself deep inside the other man, he doesn't want to hurt him. rough is fine. but he needs to get used to this first. they both do.
fingers gripping tight to hips, he swallows β admires the way his cock looks partially sheathed inside the other man and he licks over his lips. lets his eyes fall shut. just for a moment. just to find the self-control he knows he's capable of.
after a moment, a hand falls away from a hip and the heel of his palm presses into the bed next to dick. bracing himself over the other man from behind. head hangs, eyes shut, head spinning as a sound threatens to spill from him. he wants to move β to plunge himself inside dick and claim him as his for the night. the temptation to becomes more difficult to resist, strands of dark hair falling in front of his face. )
Just a little more. ( words soft, breath warm on dick's shoulder from behind, lips pressing to skin as he speaks. ) You're doing so good.
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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 β as dick goes about undoing the front of his pants. he doesn't kiss him β 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 β 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 heβd been needing this so badly for so long now and is finally being given what heβs been denying himself for his work. for his obsession. for gotham.
as dick gets going, itβs 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 doesnβt look away β doesnβt 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 thatβs 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 canβt be bothered to dissect it. not when he canβt 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 dickβs head and he forces him to take the length of his cock with a deep press of his hips against his face. keeping dickβs head steady, the sound that leaves him is one thatβs both low and filthy, his own head tipping back some, lips parted and blue eyes shut, savouring the warmth of the other manβs 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 β 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 thisβ 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 β 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 β 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 β 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 fedβ¦ he can let this feeling linger for a little longer. he deserves itβ¦ they both do, donβt they?
softly, a huff of laughter leaves him against the other manβs mouth and he noses at him with a hazy look there in those blue eyes of his. )
You still want more after that, huh?
( itβs more rhetorical than anything else. he damn well knows the other man wants and needs more. he does, too.
a sharp nip to dickβs lower lip, he eyes him there, close still, hand at the nape of dickβs 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 dickβs as he murmurs: ) But donβt make yourself come. Thatβs 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 β 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 β 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 youβ 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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Nightwing stretched his body out for the man who knelt with such authority over him. He craved that soft touch to his face, and as much as he wanted Bruce to be the person to run his fingers along Dick's body, he would do exactly as he was told because that nettled off such a fierce fucking shot of electricity through his system, that he could do no other.
Drawing a line of saliva down from his mouth, Dick generously coated a nipple in it before yanking at it with a tight pinch. The noise that followed was clearly born deep in his gut, from the same twisted desire that moved him to roll over and pull out a box from under the bed. Within the box there were a myriad of toys that Bruce could choose from. Dick and his partners clearly had very little limits in the bedroom. Floggers, leather whips, vibrators of all sizes (although he'd never used one on himself), flavored lubes, wax, things for body painting, handcuffs, and other things of sexual nature, it was a deep trove that Dick kept from all his relationships until now.
With all his proclivities exposed, he pulled out a small slender vibrator and held it up for Bruce's approval. The thought of what he was about to do had his chest expanding with oxygen, and dying to carbon dioxide. All Dick could think about was the fact that he was working himself up for Bruce. This was what he wanted, what he'd daydreamed about the other man doing. Lubricating it up liberally, Dick parted his legs and lowered the phallic shape. ]
I wish this was you touching me. Fuck I want you to touch me, Bruce. This is what I've thought about, dreamed about waking and sleeping.
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the box comes out and he's... surprised. a little. he hadn't entirely been sure whether or not dick really had actual sex toys stashed somewhere in the room, but. turns out, he does. quite a few at that. casting a glance to said box, a puff of amusement leaves his lips, blue eyes flicking their gaze to the vibrator dick pulls from the box.
before he can do anything with that small toy, fingers curl around dick's wrist and he pulls his hand away, gently taking the vibrator into his own hand. there's a fleeting look of hesitation there in his eyes β as if waiting to see if dick is ok with this, before he simply pulls from the other man and falls back onto his haunches. smoothing a hand under a thigh, he grips dick's leg and pulls at him β pulls his legs up towards him, leaving him in a sort of shoulder stand position there on the bed. dick's nimble β an acrobat, the position really shouldn't be anything he isn't used to. but with having him here like this, hand smoothing along the inside of leg he rests against his shoulder, strands of dark hair fall in front of his face as he brings that slender vibrator up and massages the tip of it to that tight hole needing to be stretched. )
We'll get you wanting nothing but this. ( a beat as he gently presses the head inside β slowly working it in as he watches. ) Nothing but me. That what you want?
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Stretching out for Bruce, building himself up like some stacked, crooked Lego tower for the other man's enjoyment is not exactly what Dick expected, but he moves smoothly into the directed position nonetheless. Air catches tightly in his chest like this, the artistry required to breathe is a little more refined. So the huff of air that Dick relinquishes when Bruce takes the toy to the edge of his entrance is louder than it might have been and his voice is deeper as he forces out the words, the ones that begin to really tell the truth of what he desires most. ]
You, nothing but you. I want you to fuck me Bruce. I want your cock inside me after this. Please.
[The last is whispered, and fades away as if Dick's said too much, spoken too much truth-- even though Bruce did demand that Dick speak what he wanted. Dick still hasn't gotten to kiss and taste the whole of the body he wished for. Only a part of it, but he'd settle for being filled by the other man, the one who stands on the precipice of stretching him out, of filling him with a cheap vibrating toy, a true pittance of what Dick really desires.]
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there's something about hearing them on those lips β something about the way dick craves what he craves as a means to scratch an itch he has for the man. for some other version of a mentor and father figure he's had for years now. something about that ticks off something deeply dark within bruce and he wonders just how deep that well β that void of sorts goes. )
I know. ( the words are soft. almost nonchalant. gaze fixed on the way dick takes the toy. ) You've been wanting this for awhile, haven't you?
( he lifts his gaze from his work to meet dick's for just a moment, purposefully pressing the toy a little deeper inside the other man. )
It's ok to tell me. It's just between us.
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It took meetings between them, Dick and Bruce, time to discern the differences and the similarities between what Dick had always known and what was new and obviously different. There was always that power, that keen discernment and that inherent darkness within that crept along and through them both. Having another person understand the skill necessary to want revenge and death and not take it, how could Dick not desire that. It held an undeniable sensuality for Dick and he wanted it. He wanted Bruce.
Holding himself up like this took practice, and skill as any other thing he'd trained for, but Dick did it without wavering. His body balanced precariously as it waited, entrance quivering in anticipation of an intrusion it'd never felt before. When it came, Dick gasped. Not answering Bruce right away. Instead he shut his eyes tight and closed out the world around him, focusing on that one small vibration. ]
Fuck.
[Relaxing his body with the same series of inhales and exhales he would have in a fight, Dick let the toy fill him further and nodded awkwardly against the bed.]
Yes, I wanted you for a while. Bruce. I want you. Maybe after six months of knowing you? More. Give me more, please? Fuck. Please?
[The last thing that Dick had planned on doing was begging, but this wasn't the first time and he knew it wouldn't be the last. If he were to get Bruce to fill him tonight, he'd do almost anything.]
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You spend so much time leading others. ( taking care of a team. ) Don't. Not here. Not like this. Let me do that for you.
( take control, be in control. something he gets the feeling dick often does. both for himself and for others. sometimes without even realizing it.
sure, he's likely dealt with bruce being in control countless times before over the years. especially as batman. but this is different. he's not batman here and dick's not nightwing. he's not even robin. he's dick grayson. someone who tends to forget to take care of himself in taking care of others and with how desperate he sounds for needing bruce's cock inside him, seems like he needs to be taken care of in this particular situation.
what else has dick been denying himself? he wonders.
with another deep press of the toy inside the other man, he finally pulls it out and pushes at the back of dick's leg, guiding him back down to the bed in a way that's more comfortable. )
Turn over.
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There was so much attraction that came from the knowledge that Dick could trust Bruce in ways he couldn't trust another soul. Even if they didn't connect on every level-- there was a thread that lined them up. In Dick's mind, this could never have happened between them if it didn't exist.
Licking eagerly over his lips. Moans slip into the evening air that spins around them, like a spider in her web. Dick can't help it, even if the toy is not what he wants. It touches spaces inside him that nothing has ever touched before, opening him up. He can even catch the briefest glances at something more now and then and he swears that he wants to cry out, to move then, but he doesn't. He won't let himself.
Dick doesn't do anything until Bruce guides him back down. All at once, he bends at the waist and reaches for Bruce. His hand skims over Bruce's stomach and hips. He wants to reign him in for another kiss, but there's that command. He won't even be allowed to face Bruce. It's a bitter pill, but Dick will take it and swallow it down to fill the ache that settles so deep in his loins. It gathers at his cock, and pulls back hard.]
On my knees or across a pillow on my stomach, or do you want me hanging off the bed.
[There are several choices. He glances up into those blue eyes as he asks, biting his lower lip as he does.]
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( the choice is made for him, bruce reaching over to grab the bottle of lube dick had used on the toy earlier. he's not entirely sure whether or not the other man is stretched enough to take a hard cock, but. his own patience wears thin β he's also getting hard again himself after watching dick take that toy as good as he did, despite his frustration in it not being the cock he's craving.
again, just taking care of him.
while dick goes and does as he's told, bruce takes it upon himself to flip the cap of the lubrication up with the pad of his thumb, blue eyes watching the other man as a generous amount of the gel is dropped into the palm of his hand. this is the first timeβ his first time having sex with another man, but. he knows how it goes, even if it doesn't know how it feels. he has an idea, sure. but he knows it'll be different, for a myriad of reasons.
as he strokes himself over with slicked fingers, he lets out a breath he hadn't been realizing he'd been holding in and looks to dick, dark strands of hair falling in front of his face some as he does. )
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The praise might settle the apprehension, but for all Dick knows, this is one more way to release an overwhelming tension. Dick concedes he might even just be a body at this point. It didn't start out that way. Dick swears the night didn't begin like this. They were closer, Bruce allowed for more touching, kissing, thoughts and even minor feelings, but the further this has gone, the more distance he's felt even as he's about to experience one the greatest intimacies there can be between two people.
Taking one of the pillows from the head of the bed, Dick brings it under his stomach. It's enough for him to lay over and prop up his backside. He grabbed the other to hold onto, because he knows it's not going to be easy to start. The toy wasn't, and a cock is going to hurt more. Still he wants it. He wants to feel Bruce's body against his, inside his with nothing between them.
The release of breath catches Dick's attention and he turns to look, watching as fingers glide over Bruce's impressive cock. Dick can still taste the slightly bitter cum on his tongue, still feel how it felt pushing against the back of his throat. ] Bruce.
[It's a tiny plea. A small whisper of desire that's filled with so much more than a simple need. Dick's eyes are alive with the want, the desire he has for the man, and not only his cock, but he'll take what he gets tonight.]
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it was easier on the couch when clothes were still on and lips were the extent of sparks felt between them. to be stripped down to pale skin and scars, blue eyes and dark hair, soft touches and fleeting kisses... it borders on a sort of intimacy he hasn't let himself feel and he can't help but pull away from it some. not because of how uncomfortable it is. but because of how comfortable he could end up being there. if even for a night.
cock hard and slick, a hand smooths over the curve of dick's ass and he pulls him back some. a little closer. knees on the bed. his, that is. letting the head of his cock rest there against dick's hole, hands drop to gently brush over slender hips and he lets out a breath as he stares down at the sight the other man makes beneath him. )
Push yourself back on it. ( on his cock, he means. ) Show me you can take it.
( this way, dick can determine how much he takes at first. a little bit of control he lets him have in this moment before it's taken away again. )
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Maybe it'd been easier back there with clothes and mere lips, but the vulnerability is greater for Dick now and he's never felt more open, more ill at ease than he does right now. It's not anyone's fault but his own and he knows it. There's no regret in this. He knew the risk he was taking the moment he spoke his previous words. He asked for this, no begged for this. No matter how it turns, this is what he wanted.
Still looking back, Dick watches as Bruce kneels between his legs. There's room for him to bend over, and lay against his back. Even without his eyes closed, Dick can feel the imagined intimacy. Instead, he watches Bruce's generous cock push through his rounded cheeks, and up tight against his entrance. Turning his head back to his pillow, he hisses into it and does as asked. Rocking backward, Dick forces his quivering muscles to open and relax, to take the head of Bruce's dick inside him.
It burns, but it's still smooth and filling in a way he could never have imagined. It's nothing like the toy that had touched his insides previously. It's flesh, and slides along and against the inside of him, pulling against his natural instinct.] Holy fuck, Bruce. More. I want it all. I want all of you, touch me more, please.
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taking a second, he breathes. )
You're being impatient.
( and as much as he wants to sink himself deep inside the other man, he doesn't want to hurt him. rough is fine. but he needs to get used to this first. they both do.
fingers gripping tight to hips, he swallows β admires the way his cock looks partially sheathed inside the other man and he licks over his lips. lets his eyes fall shut. just for a moment. just to find the self-control he knows he's capable of.
after a moment, a hand falls away from a hip and the heel of his palm presses into the bed next to dick. bracing himself over the other man from behind. head hangs, eyes shut, head spinning as a sound threatens to spill from him. he wants to move β to plunge himself inside dick and claim him as his for the night. the temptation to becomes more difficult to resist, strands of dark hair falling in front of his face. )
Just a little more. ( words soft, breath warm on dick's shoulder from behind, lips pressing to skin as he speaks. ) You're doing so good.
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