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( 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 thought— 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 — 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 — pulls his legs up towards him, leaving him in a sort of shoulder stand position there on the bed. dick's nimble — 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 — slowly working it in as he watches. ) Nothing but me. That what you want?

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[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.]

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( 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 — 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 — 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'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.]

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( 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 — how his body reacts to being teased while keeping this position he's put him in. it has bruce admire him — 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. )

Turn over.

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[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.]

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Use a pillow.

( 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 — 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 time— 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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[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.]

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( to say that bruce is very hot and cold when it comes to intimacy would be a bit of an understatement. there's moments — like earlier — 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. )

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[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.

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( 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 — 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 — 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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[Even through the pain, it's terribly hard to be patient when Dick wants to feel so much more. When he thought to give himself up this night, Dick didn't know what hole he'd open up in his psyche or within the chamber where an even more tender set of muscles beat. Dick had been denying himself, pushing people away left and right by harnessing all control. Offering it up in this fashion did something he wasn't completely prepared for.

It appeared that neither of them could have prepared for how this burned as it touched and pushed through them both. Pain and pleasure, the mix was indescribable. Dick wanted them both. His soul was eager for the flames of each sensation as they licked along the muscles inside him. ]

It burns, but it feels... good. So yes...

[He chewed on the pillow, exhaling only when Bruce finally gave in and knelt closer, bending over Dick's body finally. That long desired contact curled heat low in the vigilante's belly and he moaned loudly. His breath hitched when he finally heard those words and felt the brush of soft lips along his skin. Knowing that the whisper of hair that glanced off the sweat on his shoulder was Bruce, ever so close now-- Dick finally relaxed.

Internally, his muscles began to accept that hard, thick flesh that pushed inward, clinging to it tightly. Dick's virginity barely giving way to Bruce's cock, and yet somehow still creating a perfect channel for the other man to slide in and out. ]

For you, I'll be as good as you want.

[He tipped his head to the side, and caught the side of Bruce's mouth, seeking comfort in those lips, hungry for one more of a million kisses he wanted to steal, sealing this night between them as their bodies collided in a far more intimate, gory fashion.]

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( he puts to memory this moment — the way dick tastes on his lips as he's buried some number of inches inside him. wrapped in a warmth that makes his head spin and his body crave more. that's the problem with all of this. it's so easy to give into what the body wants, even for someone like him.

a breath leaves him and he ducks his head then. to the crook of dick's neck. lips pressed to warm skin. fingers grip at the sheets around them, his one hand still there on dick's hip, knee pressed into the mattress for balance. it takes him a moment — just a moment — before he's shifting ever-so-slightly against dick... and then he moves. slow and deep. even now, dick's being stretched, just with his cock made of warm flesh instead of a small toy at the behest of bruce. drawing back, then in again, he keeps it slow — buries himself deep, deeper inside dick with every rock of hips against him from behind.

fuck. the animalistic urge to fuck into him without restrain is... overwhelming.

the sound he makes is low and guttural, a snap of his hips happen — sharp — after he shifts a bit to hold better to dick's hip. just barely holding on. )

How's it feel?

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Just...

[Patience. He was told to have patience, but the bruising slowness that Bruce takes is for Dick's own benefit. He knows that it is. No matter what his mind and body tell him. No matter how many times he wants to tell Bruce to fuck into him already, to bury himself as deep as possible; Dick knows that it would rip that tender flesh inside him.

The deeper Bruce's cock penetrates, the various muscles he glides through. He raids the muscles that forcefully push against him, until reaching those that cling to his dripping cock and pull it deeper. Lessons all men who enjoy anal stimulation should know about their body, there will always come a point where the body wants to pull that toy, that sweet dick in deeper. Dick's body wraps around Bruce tightly and pulls at him as he suddenly snaps forward. ]

Fuck! Yes. Bruce!

[It's a low cry devoid of pain, full of desire and unabashed need instead. Dick's own fingers scramble to grip at the bedsheets, and he slowly begins to find a way to push his knees up beneath him so that he can begin to arch his body against Bruce's hips, now able to meet him without as much pain, the soreness giving way to a deeper feeling of fullness that Dick isn't even sure what to do with yet.]

More, I want more. You feel so good. So damn good. [Every push is rewarded with a soft moan, a drip of pleasure tantamount to the newness of experience Dick's taking at having someone else fill his body to what feels like the very end.]

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You're taking it so good.

( words of praise and encouragement he brushes softly against the shell of dick's ear. because he is. so eager and devoid of any shame in being fucked from behind like he is. showing bruce how much he likes it — how much he needs and wants it. a stroke to the ego he didn't know he needed and it makes bruce weirdly possessive in the moment.

curling over dick's back, he presses the other man down against the bed and grinds against him. fucking him deep and hard, barely pulling back. he needs this. he knows he needs this now and chases after that filthy need to fill dick with his cum until he can barely take it anymore. he's not quite there yet — not yet ready to fill him up like he wants, but he's chasing after it. ruthlessly. selfishly. unabashed in wanting this with the other man.

blindly, lips brush messy kisses along the slope of dick's shoulder, one hand fisting the sheets around them while the other grips tight at a bicep, keeping the other man close against him as he fucks into him, almost mindless. the sounds that leave him are groans that turn into possessive growls, teeth dragging over warm, flushed skin, lapping up the scent of sex and sweat and this insatiable need for each other in this moment. where, despite the trepidation of what this could mean when hormones are more balanced, touching someone else's darkness that mirrors so closely to his own is something he never knew he needed until now and it makes him feel... )

I want to feel you come on my cock.

( he brushes the words to dick's ear, low and dark. )

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[With that bout of praise, and Bruce's body finally, finally giving into all that it wants, all that Dick wants, not to mention desperately needs. The vigilante begins to focus on the angle of the hips that strive to fuck him deep into the pillow that he lays across. It only takes one shift of a leg, and suddenly Dick's world is spinning. He cries out loudly when a force flashes across his vision dragging him up from being selfishly taken, to swallowing down every beat against his body with a force of his own body back.]

Oh god, like that. Don't stop. Fuck, fuck me. Yes. So fucking good.

[Tossing his head back, Dick takes the lips, the bites and whatever else moves across his neck and back cries out Bruce's name so that it echoes around the room with the profane beating of their bodies. Nothing could ever make him feel this way again. Bruce reached inside and pulled something from Dick that no one had ever reached before, he filled in every empty crevice and sealed every crack, finally brokering it over with a physically exhausting pleasure that tore the oxygen from Dick's lungs. ]

You fill me up so good, fuck, don't stop. I'll come. I'll come for you.

[It was so close, Dick could feel the hardness of his dick against the pillow as Bruce slammed into him. He'd slide back and then push against that pillow, hollowing out a groove in the case for his own cock to harness. Time and again, back and forth, his prostate and then his cock, both wet and damning him to an orgasm he wanted to hold onto. Suddenly his body tightened, breath quickened and Dick cried out, spilling out rivulets of his cum all over the pillow.] Fuck, I'm coming. Bruce. Fuck. God Fuck me.

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( this right here is what they need. this filthy display of what could be considered depravity between them. like he cares. he's not dick's mentor and dick isn't his adopted son. they're two souls lost within a similar darkness that have somehow crossed paths across time and space and found themselves in each other's lives like this. why not indulge? why not chase after those sounds dick makes for him as he fucks him hard, here on the other man's bed? it's good— dick feels good around his cock and he doesn't want this feeling to end. a shame, because it will. like all good things do.

dick comes and the sounds he makes are likely to be burned to memory. the way he feels beneath him — muscles taut and skin flushed, slicked with sweat. he makes a mess of the pillow he's been relentlessly fucking while being fucked by bruce, and bruce almost wishes he could have seen him do so. see the look on his face when he finally reached that orgasm he's denied himself for for... however long now. it's unbearably hot to even think about.

but on that thought, bruce isn't too far from his own.

when he comes, he practically blanks, spilling hot and hard inside dick. for a moment, his breath catches, but then he's releasing the sound of a man who's denied himself his own pleasure — his own desires for so long now that it practically echoes throughout the room with how loud it comes out, face buried in the crook of dick's neck as a means to muffle it some. so much of his orgasm shoots through him and into dick, he feels like it goes on and on until he finally can't anymore and rides the rest of it out there against dick. )

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[By all the gods in any universes that might have been watching, Dick wishes that they could have been facing one another so that he could have seen what he felt and heard. His own orgasm dead near flat-lined him. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before. Something reared up inside of him, from a spot that no one but Bruce had ever touched, a place Bruce's cock had been brutally running roughshod over it since that knee pressed tight up against Dick's side. It built like a pressure cooker until that and the space fucked around his cock became far too much for the single man laying face down on the bed could handle.

Then halfway through his ecstasy, Dick felt Bruce's body begin to tense over his. With that, there came a sound, something along the edges of humanity, and yet more human than he's ever heard before finds its way into his shoulder sending yet another way of pleasure rippling down Dick's body and out his cock. Dick arches backwards, dragging his cum with him as Bruce finds his long ignored completeness within Dick's body. The warmth immediately fills Dick, and overfills him until it's dripping down his thighs.

The aftershocks of it all, make his body shake and tighten here and there around the cock still sheathed within. Heaving long heavy breathes. Dick reaches up around Bruce's neck and holds him there. He's only at his shoulder, so there's enough leverage to touch the man, to turn Dick's face so that he can bury a kiss against some force of skin. Still breathing heavy, he doesn't know what to really say beyond thinking that he wishes time would stop for a few minutes, that Bruce wouldn't move and end this briefest moment of connection.

Dick needs only a few seconds longer to savor the fullness, the connection before it disappears into the night.]

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( it's difficult to want to pull away from this — from the warmth and feeling of dick beneath him like he is. he can't remember the last time he was in bed with someone. it's been awhile to say the least and not anything he makes a habit out of, even to save face; he's not there yet.

but he finds this moment to be one some part of him doesn't want to pull away from. he chalks it up to exhaustion, both emotionally and physically, and how much easier it is to simply sink into the warmth of both bed and a body within it, than to pull away from it.

still, he will. if even to remove his weight from dick. but it's not without a lazy brush of lips over the slope of a shoulder and a featherlight nosing after before he's lazily pulling himself away from dick, a quick marvel at the way his mess looks spilling between the other man's thighs, rolling into the space beside him there on the bed. his skin is flushed, covered in a sheen of sweat, and strands of dark hair stick to his temples as he lays back. as he catches his breath. as he takes in everything felt both in the physical and emotional sense.

this is where it feels awkward. where he feels awkward and doesn't know what to do or say — if he should even do or say anything at all. so he lays there. quiet. taking those few seconds to simply even out his breath before he's running fingers down his face, letting them fall away to the sheets. )

You ok?

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[Time ticks by slowly for a few seconds. It's long enough for Dick to feel what he needs to in the moment. He takes what he needs for his own emotions, and tucks it down deep inside to only be looked at later when he's all alone again. They certainly aren't for displaying right now. Not the ones about what it meant to have another person inside him, taking bits of blood and even the smallest bit of his body along for the ride as they had sex, both soft and brutal, for Dick knew that he tore a little as Bruce's cock opened him up. It was born of pain and pleasure all tied into one for him to hold onto as a memory of his first time with the one man he'd probably ever let take him that way.

Laying there now, Dick finds his breath and as Bruce moves away with a soft, even tender touch of lips and a light nuzzle, he can't but sigh and reach his fingers out to lay against the soft sheen of sweat that covers the other male's ribs. To Dick there aren't words that really need to be said into the silence just yet, but when they do come, he's quick to answer.]

I'm fine. Wonderful even. That was...amazing. You?

[Shifting hips bring out the besmirched pillow and toss it aside, while he takes the one he's got under his fingers and removes the cloth from it so that he can lay it over the stain on the bed, effectively covering the mess for this moment as they both lay there and collect themselves. He knows they'll both want showers eventually, but right now Dick lifts his head and pushes up on his elbows to look at Bruce.

Carefully, he reaches between them and runs a finger along the edges of his face, pressing hairs back and taking in every little angle. ]

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( again. this is where it feels awkward. what's the protocol here? shower and leave? no shower and leave? shower and spend the night? he doesn't know and the thoughts shooting through his mind rapid fire leave him silent for a long moment as he tries to figure it out.

that's when dick touches him — when he reaches out and brings him out of those thoughts whipping around within his mind every which way. blue eyes blink — slow — and his head lolls to the side some. he looks to dick in that shared silence between them before he registers that he'd been asked something. )

Yeah.

( the word is soft, much like bruce's demeanor now. )

I'm fine, I mean. I don't know if I'm amazing.

( was amazing. just. yeah.

he swallows thickly, still looking to dick in the dark, save for the glow of blue from the other man's bed. )

Do you want me to go?

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[Spanning the distance, Dick moves enough so that he can lean over when Bruce faces him and touch their lips together once more. Finally. It doesn't even last long. A mere taste of his mouth again is all that Dick needs, but it feels nice and he can be close again after everything demanded was so different from earlier.

Not that he'd regret a single second, or think it anything but perfect now. There's a small smile on Dick's mouth, one that says he's relaxed from the sex and still not really thinking about too many things. There are a few wandering thoughts, things that he hopes for, things that he wants. He manages a soft laugh.]

You're pretty amazing in my book. You're good at that, and I enjoyed it. I- I was actually going to ask if you wanted to stay the night. I mean, I figured we could take a shower and I'd change the sheets then we could sleep. It's late and really doing much of anything beyond that would take a lot of energy.

[And Dick really wants to stay close for the rest of the night. Is that a terrible thing? Possibly, but will he ask for what he wants tonight? Yes. It was tonight that he was given, and he will take what he can get.]

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( hm. so he wants him to stay. he's not exactly sure what he'd been expecting to hear in terms of an answer to that question... let alone what he'd wanted to hear. it's too much for him to think about right now — things he'll dissect to the very death when he's alone in private, left with his thoughts. for now, he simply looks to the other man there in the dark of the room, lips having been brushed over after all of that. )

Sure.

( again, the word is soft, but he sees his point and, really. it's not as if he's much in the mood to trek his way back to his place after all this. he's dealt with exhaustion before — of pushing his body to the point of it forcing him to pass out and rest. but this sort of exhaustion is different to what he's used to and it has him feeling lazy more than tired. yes. there's a difference and one that bruce doesn't often feel. )

Just don't expect breakfast in bed.

( bruce is a shit cook and no one needs that inflicted upon them. )

[cohero]

[A part of Dick didn't expect Bruce to agree to it, but there it was. That simple one word answer that settled them both for the evening. Letting out a soft, barely audible sigh, Dick smiles to himself or the ceiling if it was watching. Calm washes over him because he doesn't have to let go of anything until the morning, and Dick knows that time makes truths easier to face. He's normally practiced in facing life in the darkness, but maybe this time he doesn't have to deal with the shadows, but merely the soft pliant nature of night and how it can wrap around one like a gentle, familiar blanket.

A laugh bubbles up at the notion of breakfast in bed. Dick hasn't had that in ages, and to think of Bruce being the one to serve it to him is absolutely hilarious. He looks over and shakes his head.]

Come on, I thought you were a five star chef. [snort.]

I've got some cereal, of course. You're welcome to hot coffee and toast. I don't usually serve it in bed either, but I might if you really want it. We should probably get a shower before we're too lazy and tired to get up. Good sex takes it right out of me, and that was really great sex, Fuck.

[There's plenty of thinking and unpacking to do, but Dick is letting it go in favor of being casual and letting himself enjoy the buzz that remains running through his limbs and the rest of his body.]

Speaking of food. I'm a little hungry after that. You want me to order anything to have waiting after our shower? Chinese?

[batsymbol]

( the extent of cooking that bruce would do would be heating leftovers up in the microwave after ordering in. which, he could very well do in the morning. maybe. that implies hanging around longer than he maybe should, though. for now, he can claim it's due to exhaustion, but. come the morning, what excuse does he have then? things he'll figure out then.

for now, a breath leaves him — fingers pushing back dark strands of hair and settling there on the crown of his head. quiet. something familiar when around bruce; how often he ends up lost in his head. )

Chinese works.

( when's the last time he had that? he's not sure. a lot of the times, nights simply blur together for him. feeling as if they're one never ending long night. but the thought of food is enough to get himself to push himself up onto his elbows. pausing. taking a moment to pinch the bridge of his nose. his body still feels lazy after all of that. )

Where's the shower?