[The only person that Dick's allowed himself to be like this with in what feels like ages is Bruce. Thinking back, the last time was right before things fell through with Kory and he left Bludhaven. He knew they were never going to be right. It never felt solid, he could never relax like this with her. She never quieted his mind or stilled his muscles. Holding her never made him want to recall--
The echoing pull of one breath after another, and the brush of skin against Dick's when Bruce rolls over brings a slow twitch of lip upward. When those blue eyes find his, Dick swears for not the first time that he'll forever lose himself in them.
There's a small nod in answer.]
They're alright. I'm still growing used to doing it all by myself. The titans are good in their lives, and that makes me happy for them. This, here, makes it better than okay. You?
[A tipped head dusts lips across the forehead across from him, tender and caring. Dick's heart kicks upward when his emotions swell inside him. ]
( the gentle touch has his eyes fall shut. slow and soft. again, with a hum to show his acknowledgment to the other's words. the tips of his fingers gently tap against dick's shoulder, not set to any particular sort of rhythm or pattern. )
Keeping busy. Or trying to.
( licking over his lips, his head tilts some. eyes slowly coming to open. fingers keeping with their gentle tapping. )
It's a little quiet right now. At least in terms of the big names.
( joker, riddler, penguin... they're all quiet, even if behind bars. he knows it's only a matter of time before something happens. )
[Through the beats, the tiny motions of lashes up and down, Dick watches. He inhales motions like he would breaths. They're steady and they are one hundred percent Bruce. It's like the sounds the other makes when he thinks, or emotes. Dick is positive that if he lingered in attendance for long enough that he'd be able to memorize every single one that added up to make the young batman, and then Dick would be able to build a replica in his mind.
There were many of the puzzle pieces he'd gathered already. Nodding again, Dick agreed. It had been quiet. There hadn't been a large uproar in a while. It was a good thing most normally-- but then after a time it was like a hurricane that brewed out in the Atlantic and a city that hadn't been hit in some sixty years. A doozy was coming, the longer between usually meant the bigger the flyswatter they would need when it finally came.
Dick's fingers ran down the center of Bruce's chest and paused to slowly make a circle around his navel then move back up.]
Let's hope the peace lasts exactly long enough. City or world wide apocalypses are over done.
fingers slipping away from dick's shoulder, he lifts that arm some. cards those fingers through his own hair for a moment. then drops it back down to dick's shoulder, sigh on his lips, head pressing back into the pillow, gaze drifting up towards the ceiling. )
[The words slip out without a modicum of thought. They're there on the tongue before Dick can stop them, not that he'd want to. An opinion is exactly that and he believes it with his whole heart. It's true they might feel like they're not of use occasionally, but Dick has found purpose in other things.
Reaching over, he runs his fingers along Bruce's cheekbones, sharp and soft somehow at the same time. ]
I know it's hard to not be Batman all the time, but maybe you could find some use or things you enjoy doing as yourself now and then. The city still needs help. The people need it
( eyes falling shut momentarily at those fingers along his cheekbone, he turns his head some. looks there to dick next to him. blue eyes lazy and soft. much like this moment here between them in bed feels. )
You mean as Bruce Wayne.
( something he's... still trying to get the hang of. )
[This is the type of mid-afternoon that Dick could find himself getting used to every now and then. They certainly didn't need to sleep all the time, but waking up before going to work at night to find those hazy blue eyes that make his heart forever speed up keeps would be a thing to look forward to, to work hard for, to move mountains for.
There. It's not easy, but eventually there has to be a Bruce Wayne as well as Batman. They both need to exist in the world, they're both essential for so many reasons.]
Yes, but you don't have to be out there right now. You can do it from here, from downstairs. The world still needs a Bruce Wayne, will always need one. You're one of a kind.
[Nosing softly against the man in front of him, he exhales and hopes he didn't overstep.]
No, but I still will tell you the truth when it helps to hear it.
[An audible sigh, Dick lifts his jawline a little and then lowers it so he can find lips to match his own. He wasn't searching out the kiss, but with lips so very close they're hard not to take and make his peace with. Dick folds his mouth carefully around Bruce's and warms to the kiss like the slow waking of a sunrise. ]
( there's a lazy sort of puff of laughter there against dick's lips at that whole telling the truth comment but it's swallowed up in the shared kiss there between them. a hand lifts. cradles the side of dick's face. then he's shifting there on the bed, rolls himself atop the other man while keeping the kiss between them. lets those lips trail their way down along the curve of dick's neck. soft and slow. )
[Honest engine, Dick had really only come to cuddle up the daylight-- but who is he to say no to this. Who is he ever to let go of the man he knows lives so fondly in his heart. Smiling at the sound of a laugh in Bruce's tone, Dick wants to laugh as well, even if it's at himself. It's such an easy feeling, all of this is.
It's so much easier than before. It all feels like a dream, and Dick opens his mouth wider to let Bruce explore, then lets a light moan drift out when Bruce kisses lower. ] Mmn. I love it when you kiss me there.
[a hand drives itself up into Bruce's hair and clenches, Dick tips his head back to offer up a long length of his neck-- giving up any thoughts of being innocent any longer.]
( it's become surprisingly more easy to fall into this. to find himself tangled up in dick in ways he hasn't been with another in so long now. the feel of the other man's fingers there in his hair tears a low groan deep from within him and he playfully nips at dick's neck. one. two. three times before he's making his way down towards his collarbone instead, laying open-mouthed, wet kisses there while hands roam over the other man's chest and torso. )
[It's terribly easy to forget how Dick wasn't going to let all of this get so easily tangled up inside. It's a wonderful way to be. Laid out under a man who understands what his life is like, to get the quietness of Gotham's nightlife and how her curse is a hideaway to those who understand what it's like to bond with shadows.
The shadow above him steals Dick's breath and he grins, pointing toes downward when that tongue slides against his collarbone. ]
I love your teeth, and your marks. I like it when you own me.
[It might all be temporary, but it doesn't matter. It lasts however long it needs to, and Dick enjoys it. His free hand grips at the soft jersey pants that Bruce still wears and pulls the soft globe of his ass in tighter against him, rocking their hips together.]
( at that, he makes sure to scrape those teeth of his along dick's collarbone, smile faint there on his lips as he does up, blue eyes flicking their gaze up to meet his.
when he's pulled in to be closer, he lets himself be. grinds there against the other man between those legs and trails his lips back up to that jaw. strands of hair fall in front of his face, blue eyes heavy with a desire for the other man. this wasn't his intention but... it's not as if he's going to stop. )
[Fun the way neither of them had intended when they started. Somehow things always have ways of merely occurring between them. It's a spark that finds a flame, that never seems to end up dying out. Maybe it's how now exists when the night their lips met for the first time and they'd decided on a night, then two, and now there's no telling how many nights, days, texts, things have come and gone.
Dick might name this something, were he with anyone else in the universe. It doesn't matter though when he's got those pale blue eyes reaching down inside him and urging sighs and room decorating moans from him. Dick's dark honeyed orbs play backwards and grow nearly black with wanting. ]
Fuck. I love that. I can't quit you.
[Digging his hand inside Bruce's pants, Dick grips and moans deeper. There's a whole different sound when they're joined, Dick knows it-- but this is a start, a beginning. Twisting strands along his fingers, he lets them fall so that he can slide his fingers over the smooth planes and scars that cross Bruce's shoulder, bowing to kiss there until he can't any longer.] ]
( he should. he should absolutely quit him, but. if he's honest... maybe he can't exactly quit him either. at least for now. if he had to... if it was for dick's own safety then. he would. even if it hurt. but those are thoughts for another day. one when he isn't hard and wanting the other man there in his bed.
lifting himself up enough to look down to him, hair fall in front of his face again as those blue eyes search dick's face there beneath him. )
[There wasn't a reason that Dick could come up with where safety would matter. Maybe someone would threaten lives, but Dick was old enough, and had been in the business long enough to know that the evil bastards always went after the other person. That was simple. It was a good thing they were both vigilantes.
They worked silently around the city, often a concurrent times, blocks apart-- each taking care of what needed to be taken care of.
Here, they took care of each other. Dick's breath was unsteady as he tried to focus on the way Bruce's shoulder, and then his back felt beneath the pads of his fingers. Curling them up, he pressed his nails into the skin, pulling them down with a short groan. ]
You, I want you to fuck me. I want you inside me, taking me over. Fill me.
[Locking eyes, Dick made sure that Bruce heard each and every word that he said, not only with his ears but with the press of Dick's cock against his hip, and the way his body pulled and stretched out, the way his heart began to pound against their chests -- even in the way Dick slowly tugged his tongue along his lip, sensually, begging, eager, desperate for Bruce to do all he asked. ]
( it's more than obvious to him what it is dick wants and it gets him to smile some at just how wanton he is there beneath him. the way he presses the outline of that hard cock against his hip like he does. a cluck of his tongue, he leans down. brushes lips over dick's. )
Roll over.
( words a lazy murmur against dick's mouth as he reaches over for the bedside table to fetch a thing or two needed there in the drawer. )
[Rolling over is a part that Dick will always hate, the loss of those eyes looking directly at him, into him. He can turn his head, but it's more difficult and he doesn't get to dig his fingers into Bruce's skin like he does when they're face to face.
One day, Dick will force Bruce to let Dick ride him, he thinks-- or daydreams. He wants to sit on top and use his flexibility to dance for the other, make Bruce's cock weep inside Dick until Bruce is moaning like he makes Dick groan and beg. On one hand, there's the pathetic need Dick has to feel so full of this man, the one that robs him of breath at every corner-- but then there's also this desire for power. A power that comes in the knowing that the other person wants him, Bruce wants Dick, needs him in the same way or near enough.
Flipping over, Dick does as Bruce bade. He huffs into the pillow and sticks his face directly into it, closing his eyes as he listens, opening up his other senses, things beyond sight-- as if he was blindfolded.
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The echoing pull of one breath after another, and the brush of skin against Dick's when Bruce rolls over brings a slow twitch of lip upward. When those blue eyes find his, Dick swears for not the first time that he'll forever lose himself in them.
There's a small nod in answer.]
They're alright. I'm still growing used to doing it all by myself. The titans are good in their lives, and that makes me happy for them. This, here, makes it better than okay. You?
[A tipped head dusts lips across the forehead across from him, tender and caring. Dick's heart kicks upward when his emotions swell inside him. ]
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Keeping busy. Or trying to.
( licking over his lips, his head tilts some. eyes slowly coming to open. fingers keeping with their gentle tapping. )
It's a little quiet right now. At least in terms of the big names.
( joker, riddler, penguin... they're all quiet, even if behind bars. he knows it's only a matter of time before something happens. )
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There were many of the puzzle pieces he'd gathered already. Nodding again, Dick agreed. It had been quiet. There hadn't been a large uproar in a while. It was a good thing most normally-- but then after a time it was like a hurricane that brewed out in the Atlantic and a city that hadn't been hit in some sixty years. A doozy was coming, the longer between usually meant the bigger the flyswatter they would need when it finally came.
Dick's fingers ran down the center of Bruce's chest and paused to slowly make a circle around his navel then move back up.]
Let's hope the peace lasts exactly long enough. City or world wide apocalypses are over done.
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( there it is. that hum.
fingers slipping away from dick's shoulder, he lifts that arm some. cards those fingers through his own hair for a moment. then drops it back down to dick's shoulder, sigh on his lips, head pressing back into the pillow, gaze drifting up towards the ceiling. )
I feel useless when it's quiet.
( like he should be doing something. more. )
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[The words slip out without a modicum of thought. They're there on the tongue before Dick can stop them, not that he'd want to. An opinion is exactly that and he believes it with his whole heart. It's true they might feel like they're not of use occasionally, but Dick has found purpose in other things.
Reaching over, he runs his fingers along Bruce's cheekbones, sharp and soft somehow at the same time. ]
I know it's hard to not be Batman all the time, but maybe you could find some use or things you enjoy doing as yourself now and then. The city still needs help. The people need it
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You mean as Bruce Wayne.
( something he's... still trying to get the hang of. )
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There. It's not easy, but eventually there has to be a Bruce Wayne as well as Batman. They both need to exist in the world, they're both essential for so many reasons.]
Yes, but you don't have to be out there right now. You can do it from here, from downstairs. The world still needs a Bruce Wayne, will always need one. You're one of a kind.
[Nosing softly against the man in front of him, he exhales and hopes he didn't overstep.]
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You know you don't need to butter me up.
( words he lazily murmurs as he turns his head. lets lips gently ghost over dick's jawline. )
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[An audible sigh, Dick lifts his jawline a little and then lowers it so he can find lips to match his own. He wasn't searching out the kiss, but with lips so very close they're hard not to take and make his peace with. Dick folds his mouth carefully around Bruce's and warms to the kiss like the slow waking of a sunrise. ]
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It's so much easier than before. It all feels like a dream, and Dick opens his mouth wider to let Bruce explore, then lets a light moan drift out when Bruce kisses lower. ] Mmn. I love it when you kiss me there.
[a hand drives itself up into Bruce's hair and clenches, Dick tips his head back to offer up a long length of his neck-- giving up any thoughts of being innocent any longer.]
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What else do you love?
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The shadow above him steals Dick's breath and he grins, pointing toes downward when that tongue slides against his collarbone. ]
I love your teeth, and your marks. I like it when you own me.
[It might all be temporary, but it doesn't matter. It lasts however long it needs to, and Dick enjoys it. His free hand grips at the soft jersey pants that Bruce still wears and pulls the soft globe of his ass in tighter against him, rocking their hips together.]
Mmnngh. What about you, what do you love?
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when he's pulled in to be closer, he lets himself be. grinds there against the other man between those legs and trails his lips back up to that jaw. strands of hair fall in front of his face, blue eyes heavy with a desire for the other man. this wasn't his intention but... it's not as if he's going to stop. )
I like the way you sound when I'm inside you.
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Dick might name this something, were he with anyone else in the universe. It doesn't matter though when he's got those pale blue eyes reaching down inside him and urging sighs and room decorating moans from him. Dick's dark honeyed orbs play backwards and grow nearly black with wanting. ]
Fuck. I love that. I can't quit you.
[Digging his hand inside Bruce's pants, Dick grips and moans deeper. There's a whole different sound when they're joined, Dick knows it-- but this is a start, a beginning. Twisting strands along his fingers, he lets them fall so that he can slide his fingers over the smooth planes and scars that cross Bruce's shoulder, bowing to kiss there until he can't any longer.]
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lifting himself up enough to look down to him, hair fall in front of his face again as those blue eyes search dick's face there beneath him. )
That what you want then?
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They worked silently around the city, often a concurrent times, blocks apart-- each taking care of what needed to be taken care of.
Here, they took care of each other. Dick's breath was unsteady as he tried to focus on the way Bruce's shoulder, and then his back felt beneath the pads of his fingers. Curling them up, he pressed his nails into the skin, pulling them down with a short groan. ]
You, I want you to fuck me. I want you inside me, taking me over. Fill me.
[Locking eyes, Dick made sure that Bruce heard each and every word that he said, not only with his ears but with the press of Dick's cock against his hip, and the way his body pulled and stretched out, the way his heart began to pound against their chests -- even in the way Dick slowly tugged his tongue along his lip, sensually, begging, eager, desperate for Bruce to do all he asked. ]
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Roll over.
( words a lazy murmur against dick's mouth as he reaches over for the bedside table to fetch a thing or two needed there in the drawer. )
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One day, Dick will force Bruce to let Dick ride him, he thinks-- or daydreams. He wants to sit on top and use his flexibility to dance for the other, make Bruce's cock weep inside Dick until Bruce is moaning like he makes Dick groan and beg. On one hand, there's the pathetic need Dick has to feel so full of this man, the one that robs him of breath at every corner-- but then there's also this desire for power. A power that comes in the knowing that the other person wants him, Bruce wants Dick, needs him in the same way or near enough.
Flipping over, Dick does as Bruce bade. He huffs into the pillow and sticks his face directly into it, closing his eyes as he listens, opening up his other senses, things beyond sight-- as if he was blindfolded.