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DICK & BRUCE

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( 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. )

That what you want then?

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[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. ]

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( 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. )

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[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.