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continued.
he could get up. he could tinker around with something or look into a case file heβs been meaning to after some rest, but. he chooses to rest for the moment. muscles tired. exhaustion having gently won for the time being. just a couple hours. thatβs really all he needs. so he lays there. in bed. shirtless but still with pants- joggers, that is. laying on his side with arms wrapped around the pillow there at his head. blue eyes just barely open, listening to the distant sounds of gotham outside. too far to be city noise, but close enough to still provide some white noise as a means to lull him to sleep.
just another hour. then heβll get up. see if dick decides to stop by or not. )
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Making sure everything is taken care of, Dick dresses down into his own pair of joggers and a t-shirt before heading over. He's greeted by Alfred as he slips inside. They have a short conversation, and he's allowed back with the strict instructions not to wake Master Wayne. Dick smiles.
He's silent as he moves into the room, but he's certain that if Bruce is awake, he knows Dick is there. Slipping off his shirt, he climbs under the covers and moves to lay next to the other male, arm slowly placed around his waist with a sigh that moves through his entire body, relaxing every strained muscle, every stressed plane and thought.]
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You didnβt cancel your day for this, did you?
( a lazy murmur of a question he asks. )
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Curling in a lazy spoon, Dick makes a sound that's akin to a laugh but without any energy behind it.]
There wasn't much of a day to cancel. I wouldn't have asked to come by if there was.
[The words are barely above a whisper, soft, pliant to the ears.]
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he lays there with him. quiet. contemplative. listening to both the distant sounds of gotham and those from dick himself. his breathing, the gentle beats of his heart. all things that gently lull him into a state of calm. itβs strange to feel, yet something heβs coming to feel the more heβs with dick. a good thing, heβs sure alfred would think.
a slight shift, he comes to lay on his back then, arm lifting to drape around dickβs shoulder as he looks to him there beside him. )
Things are ok?
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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.