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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[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.