[ as promised, a short while after his last text, Dick climbs onto Tim's fire escape and peers curiously into the window. he delivers a few quiet raps to the pane of glass. though he's changed out of the suit and into dark civvies, window entry is still preferable to the lobby and elevator. so much faster. ]
I shouldn't break into your security system, right?
[ Despite his claim of it being cold, Tim's got on a pair of black boxer briefs, Dick's jacket, and nothing else. He knew the older vigilante was there before he even tapped at the window. The Nest has been his pride and joy since he'd remodeled the whole thing.
He moves to the window and nudges it open, then steps out of the way so Dick can come in. ]
You wouldn't be able to break into my security system.
[ He's grinning, though, blue eyes bright and shiny because he's always excited to see Dick. ]
[ brows lift when the younger man comes into view behind the window, those long, very bare legs stretching for days beneath the hem of the leather jacket. Tim is ensconced in it, his lithe body completely wrapped up in the garment that's too big on him. Dick watches him come closer with rapt attention, its sleeves shrouding Tim's hands while the open zipper parts as Tim reaches to open the window.
dark eyes snap up to Tim's face. his thoughts had long left that last text Tim responds to, so he's thankful for the pause that stepping over the sill and shutting the window affords him. ]
You can't know that for sure. I haven't given it a good shot yet.
[ he teases back as he smiles, adoration softening his eyes as he recognizes the excitement on Tim's face. for someone like him, who doesn't keep permanent apartments of his own, the warmth of a lived-in space is a rare taste of home. especially a space belonging to someone so special to him.
his steps in close and pulls Tim into his arms, his embrace winding over the leather at a trim waist. his face tucks against Tim's hair to drop a kiss to his temple. ]
I can't decide if I wanna keep this jacket on you, or take it off you.
[ It's a little shameless, the way he presses up against Dick as soon as the arm wraps around him. A soft hum in response to the kiss to his temple, and he nudges his nose against the older vigilante's jaw so he can place a kiss on his throat.
That Dick is the singular exception to Tim not being the sort to seek out physical affection should say enough on its own. It's odd that he doesn't struggle with the idea that all he needs is the right person to bring it out of him. Usually he'd overthink it and self-sabotage. He's admired Dick for such a long time that it's just... easy.
He leans back so he can get a better look at Dick from underneath long eyelashes, lips twisting from a genuine grin to more of a smirk. One of his hands rests against his chest, and he presses up onto the balls of his feet so he can steal a kiss from the corner of his lips. He looks sly when he speaks, a little dangerous. ]
That depends on what you're in the mood for. Would you rather I be naked or look like I belong to you? Unless you came over just to cuddle, I mean.
[ Even though he's being a little bit of a tease, Tim really would be fine with anything. Dick came all this way just to see him, so he should get to have what he wants. ]
[ Dick would be lying if he said he hadnāt always been encouraged to give Tim more hugs, just by the way that strong, slight frame arches up into him, as if trying to milk every last drop of physical contact out from every embrace. even before.
before the one heated training session turned make-out session that changed everything a few short months ago. watching Tim pant from exertion sprawled under him, their sweaty limbs in a tangle on the mats finally became all too much, and Dick impulsively gave in to the pent-up urge to absorb every inch of distance between them and kiss the younger man.
and the rest was historyāexcept heās been cautiously frustrating the hell out of himself (and probably Tim) as a result of how careful heās being. theyāve gotten into each otherās hands, mouths, panted filthy words into moaning lips but theyāve never gone all the way. Tim isādifferent. Dick watched Tim thrive under his mentorship and spread his wings into his own hero, blossoming with his determination and sharp wit into a partner Dick entrusts his whole life to. entrusts his heart to. and thatās not something he wants to fuck up.
a sliver of heat slides down his spine when soft lips leave his throat too soon, and he he's too late to catch that smirk in a kiss before Timās looking up at him through thick lashes. a breathy chuckle couples a pointed cant of his head. ]
I wouldn't mind some cuddling, but is that why you kept the jacket, though? You wanted to feel like you belonged to me even when I was gone?
[ Of course Tim is frustrated. He's never wanted anyone the way he wants Dick. The man is trustworthy, patient, considerate, honest, flexible--the best sort of mentor, and the best sort of partner. Not to mention he's drop dead gorgeous. He's had all sorts of fantasies about what sorts of depraved things they could get up to, torments himself with what might never happen. But Tim never lets his frustration bleed through, that's not who he is. If they're ever actually going to full on have sex, it'll be because they both want it, not because Tim pressured him.
So though it might be tempting to pout when Dick chooses the cuddling route, he just gives a cheeky little smile and pulls from his arms so he can tug him towards his couch. It might be pricey, but it's not because it's high fashion. It's comfortable as hell. Tim hops onto it and gazes up at Dick expectantly. ]
Yes. [ He gives a shrug of his shoulders. Doesn't see the point in denying it, he'd already admitted that part of the reason he kept it was because he missed getting to see Dick. If it was more that than how cold it was or how good he looked, that was his own business. They haven't really talked about this part. The feelings stuff. Tim's never been very good at it, and this is the part he worries about fucking up. The last thing he wants to do is send Dick running for the hills. ]
[ Tim's is the best of them at staying rational despite his own emotions, sometimes to a fault, but it's a trait that Dick shares. Dick also hems away the disappointment he feels that his sarcasm about just cuddling had gotten lost in his following question.
especially because Tim is still wearing just his jacket and the cutest pair of boxer-briefs, looking every bit tempting as he perches on the illegally comfortable couch. Dick sinks down into it too, one of his hands reaching to cup Timās cheek as he finally kisses him. ]
āf course. [ the words linger inches away from the kiss as his gaze traces out Timās expression. is that a hint of doubt he sees?
his thumb brushes along Tim's cheek before he sits back and pulls Tim into his lap. ]
Tim, I missed you, too. I couldn't stop thinking about you when I was in San Francisco and just--how good it's been. That you're mine.
[ Being kissed near immediately washes away any of his concerns, and Tim's boyish smile returns to his lips as he presses into the hand that cups his cheek. He soaks up the easy affection like a sponge, lets it ground him.
The rest of what Dick has to say has the softest shades of pink blooming on the Tim's face as he flushes with delight. The word 'mine' is what has it stretching down his neck towards his chest, though. Dick's always known just what to say to him, whether it was to motivate him or make him feel cared for. Of course he would be the one to help guide him through this part, too. ]
Okay, maybe you are a little bit of a sap.
[ Tim teases, even as he's pulled into Dick's lap. He kisses him before he can argue, eager but still sweet. And while he's still fully planning on respecting whatever boundaries Dick has up, he makes himself comfortable in Dick's lap like he owns it. Presses up against him and steals some of his warmth. It's not wrong just to tempt him, is it? ]
[ he hums from Tim's kiss, eyes shutting for a brief moment as soft lips take away whatever protest he had. instead, he's left with a smile tugging on his mouth, eyes darkening when he opens them again, gaze following that pretty shade of pink trailing down Tim's neck.
he decides to taste it and dips his face to kiss along the tops of Tim's cheekbones, his arms looping comfortably around Tim's waist as Tim shifts closer to him. he can feel the insides of Tim's bare thighs against the outside of his, where those flexible legs are straddling his lap, can feel the panes of Tim's torso pressed against his hoodie where the jacket parts around them. ]
But you like it, don't you?
[ he finally teases in return, letting his teeth scrape just so along Tim's clavicle where he can still see the faintest hint of the lovebite he left the last time they saw each other. his voice dips low, a quiet, intimate timbre recently reserved only for Tim (not that they've talked about that whole thing either). ]
When I tell you how you make me feel? When I call you mine? Can you tell me that?
[ The gentle brush of Dick's lips against his skin quickens Tim's breath. One of his hands grips at the fabric on Dick's shoulder and the other rests against his neck, thumb petting at his jawline as a small bit of encouragement.
Even through this, Dick is helping guide him. Tim feels safe enough to be vulnerable and raw, to really let himself want. And oh, does he want.
Dick hones in on one of his more sensitive spots in his clavicle, and his teeth sink into his bottom lip to prevent an embarrassing noise from escaping. He feels too keyed up from some simple touching, but every brush of Dick against his skin turns the temperature up. ]
Yeah. I really like it.
[ It's breathed out like a prayer, each moment between them something sacred to him. ]
I like knowing that I belong to you, Dick. And you...
[He's gentle in the way he tilts Dick's head up, but his own eyes have darkened when he catches the man's gaze. ]
[ one of the most addictive aspects of being with Tim is how beautifully he reacts, so sensitive in so many places, even as he bashfully tries to hold back as if he himself were surprised by it. it makes Dick feel special, as if Tim hadnāt ever been this way with anyone else and they were exploring it together.
he easily lifts his head when gentle fingers guide his chin up, his gaze catching on Timās reddened bottom lip before meeting blue eyes. the words has his heart skipping, has awe lifting his brows for just a beat at the boldness in Timās words. the younger man has never been forward with expressing his emotions, especially not vulnerable ones like this.
it makes him smile adoringly, one that lifts the corners of his mouth and melts in his eyes, warmth swelling beneath the dark, chocolate brown of his gaze as he holds Timās. ]
I do. Iām yours. All yours.
[ he responds, tipping his head into Timās hand, lashes lowering as he kisses Timās palm. his own hands slide down, easing beneath the hem of the leather jacket to find Timās waist. his fingers trail along the waistband of dark underwear before smoothing broad and possessively down to cup the curve of Tim's cute ass. Dick pulls him closer yet, feeling the heat build between them as he starts to harden. he sighs out a hot breath. ]
For a while now, actually. Longer than you probably know. I wasn't sure if it was...appropriate.
[ he says the words against the Timās index before he takes the digit into his mouth, tongue wrapping wetly along the tip of it. ]
[ The look on Tim's face when Dick agrees looks something like a satisfied cat, once wary of being pet but having newly discovered the comfort of it. Maybe it's worth being more bold in his emotional declarations is this is what the reward is. Positive reinforcement has always worked best with him.
He can't help but laugh breathlessly, because Dick is ridiculous. Tim wants to reassure him that it's totally fine, that he's been into him since before he even know what a crush was--but the thoughts disappear from his brain as Dick takes his finger into his mouth and he can feel his skilled tongue. His pupils dilate dramatically with interest, black nearly swallowing up the shimmering blue. ]
You can have me whenever you want.
[ The younger of the two supplies helpfully, even as it conjures filthy mental images of the two of them on rooftops or in alleyways, suited up but still desperate to get their hands on each other. Listen, it's really not his fault that he's at an age where he's a raging ball of hormones, especially when the guy he worships has his hands on him.
He lets himself be pulled forward, lets Dick feel that he's already fully hard. Eager and as raring to go as ever, as long as it's Dick that he's with. There's something terribly arousing about being almost naked with Dick fully dressed. But Tim at least has enough self control that he doesn't start full on grinding against him. Yet. ]
[ Dick hums around Timās finger, a sound thatās barely contained as he feels Tim arch into him, the hard line of his arousal pressing into Dickās lower abs. he sees the interest bloom in those darkened eyes and slowly draws back until Timās finger slides out of his mouth with a pop.
Timās adoration had been obvious from the very start, but Dick could never put his finger on exactly when he realized that it wasnāt simple hero-worship, but something more. he had tried to pretend he didnāt notice, didnāt want to encourage the crush, and most of all, he didnāt want to take advantage of Timās trust. he was a kid when they met, for godās sakes. but at the end of it all, Dick Grayson is still only human, and his soft heart couldnāt resist the way Tim makes him feel, whether heās laughing at those coy antics, racing to catch up to the speed of that mind, or simply feeling accepted, no matter how far he fell from his own standards or however short his best measures up that day. Tim was there.
and then Tim will go and do something like thisātelling Dick that he can have him whenever he wants, making his mouth go dry and short circuiting his thoughts with how hot that makes him feel. ]
Fuckā¦ you know what you do to me, Timmy? Saying shit like that?
[ he closes the distance between them, a quiet sound sticking in the back of his throat when he kisses Tim and his tongue darts out to claim the youngerās mouth. a hand stays on Timās backside to encourage him to rock his hips while the other lifts to slide into short, dark strands. ]
[ There isn't a chance for him to respond, but Tim probably wouldn't have had anything intelligent to say anyway. Just hearing Dick talk about the things Tim can do to him sends a thrill to his very core. Someone as amazing as Dick Grayson gets turned on by him--it's almost hard to believe, but the evidence is pressed right against him, and Tim's not stupid enough to try to argue.
It doesn't take much, just that slightest bit of encouragement and Tim starts rubbing his cock against Dick's abdomen, the friction sending heat through every vein in his body. This time he can't keep quiet, though the slutty little moan that leaves him is muffled by their liplock. He's trying, and failing, not to seem too desperate.
Before this, Tim had dated other people. Tried to get his mind off of the person he was sure he couldn't have, tried to get past his feelings the same way Dick had tried not to encourage them. None of the messing around he'd done with them had ever caused this dramatic of a reaction. Like he was only playing at intimacy before, and now an entire world is being opened up before him. He's enthralled, caught up in the man that slides their tongues together just right.
His hands slide down Dick's chest but he can't feel much with his clothing in the way. Seems like an easy thing to fix. Tim's fingertips sneak under the hem of his t-shirt, blindly worshiping the warm skin that's been hidden by far too many layers. They're going to have to stop kissing for a few seconds if he's actually going to get Dick shirtless, but Tim, selfishly, doesn't want to. He wants to memorize the Dick's taste, wants to playfully curl their tongues together until they're desperate for air. ]
[ that keening little sound turns him on to no end, has him making one in response as he swallows it all up, chasing Tim's tongue to taste more of him. his skin lights up under Tim's touch, too, tensing beneath those clever fingertips as he starts to meet every little rock of Tim's hips with his own.
the thin fabric of Tim's underwear does little to hold back his hardness, but Dick's cock is trapped beneath his jeans, straining desperately against Tim, pressing up between bare legs with every roll of their bodies. it's the most delicious torture.
but they still do need oxygen, and Dick pulls away reluctantly, his teeth catching Tim's lower lip teasingly before they part. he looks at Tim through lidded eyes, breathing heavy and hot. ]
Mmm--that's it...feel good? Look at you. Getting all worked up for me. Were you all hot before I even got here? Being home alone in nothing but my jacket?
[ his hand sneaks between them, pushes beneath the open leather jacket to caress up the middle of Tim's torso. one side of the jacket gathers at his wrist until it sides down Tim's shoulder, revealing the gorgeous slope of it, which Dick promptly starts tracing with his mouth. his hand finds the dusky little nub of Tim's nipple and he rubs his thumb over it. ]
[ The eager, desperate kissing reddens his lips further. Tim pants softly when Dick breaks the kiss, just barely manages to keep himself from chasing that perfect mouth. He feels terribly greedy, no amount of kissing Dick could ever be enough to sate his needs.
Tim's pretty sure he doesn't even need to answer with more than a groan when Dick asks if it feels good, but he nods his head quickly just in case. He has to make sure there's no miscommunication about how good it is, how much he wants it. Can't risk that.
He glances away at the last question, playing coy about his answer. If Dick hadn't come by, Tim would absolutely have gotten off by himself. While wearing Dick's jacket. As the lips attach to his shoulder he shifts his arm muscles just a little so the leather slides further out of the way to give Dick more access. His own head leans forward so he can whisper heatedly into his ear. ]
Yeah. Do you want to know what I was thinking about?
[ His nipple hardens under Dick's touch, sensitive enough to draw another moan from him. Tim's back arches dramatically to encourage more, the jacket sliding even further down to give Dick more access to his body. Precome gathers in a little wet spot on the front of his boxer briefs, further evidence of how keyed up he is. Given enough time he could probably get off just from grinding against Dick's abs, but he's still hopeful they'll manage to get a little further than that.
[ that cute, bashful look does little to temper how dirty Tim's voice is in his ear. that quiet register is hushed, as if about to tell him the dirtiest of secrets. Tim's words drift hot against the shell of his ear and Dick groans, a muffled vibration against Tim's shoulder as a shiver races down his spine. sometimes, he prepares himself for just how quickly Tim could get him this hot, and he's still caught off guard. Christ. ]
What, baby? What were you thinking about?
[ words murmured against heated skin as he dips his head, as Tim helpfully arches up for him, so desperate to present every inch of newly revealed skin for Dick to kiss along. Tim contrasts so starkly against the black leather, flushed beautifully in a way that invites Dick to want to taste that pretty colour. he nips a path to Tim's nipple and his thumb vacates its spot, so his tongue could lick over the hardening nub instead. every little noise encourages him further and makes him want more from Tim, to draw out more of these beautiful, desperate, slutty reactions, wondering just how good he could work Tim up, simply just like this in his lap.
his other hand stays on Tim's ass to continue to guide those hips, though his spread palm does ease down, middle finger sliding teasingly between full cheeks over Tim's underwear. ]
[ Tim bites down on his lip to muffle another sharp keen as its drawn from deep in his chest, Dick's tongue toy with his nipple making it impossible to stay silent. He's never this loud, but his well practiced self-control simply vanishes when Dick touches him just right. A shudder shimmies through him, leaving goosebumps exploding in chains along his skin. He stays pressed close, seeking heat, friction, and comfort all at once from the only man that can provide it for him.
Dick's finger teases him and Tim rocks back against it, trying to tempt him further. He wants more, will take anything that Dick will offer him at this point. It almost feels too warm for the jacket that's clinging to his arms, but he likes the idea of being in something that belongs to the older vigilante enough that he refuses to let it fall completely off.
Telling Dick about any of his fantasies is such a personal thing, but he's wrapped up enough in what they're doing that some of his worries slip away. He's never gotten anything but rewarded for saying how he feels, and the last time he took a risk it paid off. So he waits a beat, lets Dick anticipate a little. Then decides to whisper it to him softly. ]
I was thinking about what would happen if you were fighting Ivy and she got the upper hand. If her vines had you restrained and her pollen had you... worked up. But then she left you like that. Someone would have to take care of you, Dick. And you know I'd do anything for you, so...
[ His eyes are lidded, and he's smirking even as his head drops back so he can stretch his body out further. Lets Dick have access to anything he wants. Because he means what he says, always. ]
[ Dick practically holds his breath waiting for Tim to tell him exactly what he was thinking about, and what comes exceeds his expectations. his eyes fall shut as he pauses, the breath he holds falling from parted lips in a ghost of a groan, kept quiet so he can hang on to every single one of Tim's words and the imagery it paints.
when Tim finishes, trailing off in that teasing little cliffhanger, Dick lifts his head enough to look up, his free arm finding Tim's mid-back to support the way the younger man leans back. that coy smile is so absolutely pleased on Tim's expression, so telling of just how Tim knows exactly what he's doing. it has an answering smirk tugging on Dick's mouth in return. ]
So you'd take care of me so well, I know you would.
[ he continues, trailing open mouthed kisses across Tim's chest now, words woven between every press of his lips as he reaches Tim's other nipple to lavish wet, hot attention on it. ]
You'd do anything it takes to make me feel better, hm? Even if it means you'd have to give all of yourself to me.
[ he looks at Tim, eyes darkened and hungry, wanting, tongue darting out along his wet bottom lip as he grinds up againstĀ Tim,Ā easing them into a rhythm. his finger finds Tim's hole, rubbing over the little pucker he can feel through the thin fabric of those boxer-briefs. ]
Or are you saying...that you would like it if that happened, Timmy? Finding me when I'm helpless and restrained and I can't hold myself back?
[ Tim promises him in earnest, even as his words are cut short by another sound of pleasure as the teasing of his chest continues. Dick totally calls him out on how much he'd like it, too, and his cheeks flush darker at the accusation. Because he's not wrong, not even a little bit. Tim won't deny it, but he's not ready to scream it from the rooftops just yet either. He smiles, boyish and maybe a little sheepish, too. ]
Maybe.
[ It's such a pretty picture, is the thing. Sucking Dick off because he needs Tim so desperately that he can't even wait for him to figure out how to get the vines off of him. Having Dick strain against the vines but be unable to do more than just sit back and let Tim ride his lap at whatever pace he deems acceptable. Just raw animalistic passion. The exact sort of thing he lets himself think about when he needs to get himself off, in between memories of Dick's gorgeous smile and powerful thighs.
But right now he has the real thing, and it'd be smarter to focus on that.
Dick keeps teasing him, rubbing against his hole through the fabric of his boxer briefs, and it makes Tim feel lightheaded with desire. He's been such a good boy, patient and reasonable and sweet, but he wants Dick to fuck him so bad that anything that might suggest they're headed in that direction sends flickers of heat up his spine.
He wants to beg, would get on his knees on the floor and do it if he had to, but he's still wary about pressuring Dick. Being responsible is the last thing on Earth he wants to do. But he is a good boy. He is. ]
[ sweet, sweet Tim. what did he ever do to deserve someone so warm and accepting, so sexy with the way that little smile responds to him, that clear desire lacing through every moan he tries to hold back.
Tim isn't the only one being driven crazy. Dick hums into Tim's skin and gives in, hands finding Tim's hips to steady him as he turns and lowers Tim to the couch. he stays between those legs, flowing over Tim's beautiful body as he continues his trail of kisses down that toned torso. ]
Tell me what you need, Tim. I'll do anything for you, too.
[ hasn't Tim said enough? been patient enough even through his obvious wanting every time Dick holds them back? that openly shared fantasy only illustrates how much he truly wants to go all the way in resorting to imagining a scenario where Dick is stripped of his frustrating ways. even then, he respectfully took only what Dick gave, reassuring as Dick worked through his own hangups.
he kisses down planes of muscle, dips his tongue into a cute belly button then kisses along the wet spot in the front of Tim's underwear. it's always been so hot how Tim leaks like this when he's turned on. ]
[ Isn't it obvious, Dick? It isn't just that he's Tim's hero (though he is, he'll always be) but because the younger of the two has fallen head over heels for him in a way that he could never manage to stop. Didn't want to, now, with how sweet and gentle Dick is as he pushes Tim onto his back on the couch.
He sinks into the cushions with a pleading little moan, arching up into Dick in a desperate attempt not to lose any contact. They've messed around before, but Tim's never felt quite this needy, like he might well and truly die if Dick leaves him there on his own now. It's a fear he never thought he'd experience.
Fortunately for him, he feels those perfectly shaped lips press to his skin again. The kiss to his cock is pure electricity shooting through him, even with the thin layer of cloth in the way. One of his hands tangles in Dick's hair, not rough but still frenzied. Tim can feel his grip on reality slipping. ]
I want you to fuck me, Dick. I want you to take my-- [ He cuts himself off, blush beginning to shift from pink to red the further down his chest it stretches. It's embarrassing to admit, but it feels like it would be wrong not to tell Dick the truth. Like he'd be tricking him into something. Tim's pretty good at that, but he'd never do it in a situation like this. Not with Dick. ]
I haven't done it before. Let someone have me. But I want to. I want it to be you.
[ He'd done a few things in his teen years, he's not a total loser. But he'd never quite let it go that far. He'd been too busy saving the world. And there was all of that shit in school about saving it for someone special, it just. Hadn't happened. ]
[ Dick hums when Tim's fingers delve into his hair, gentle in the way it threads through dark strands but desperate in the way they hold, as if wanting to clench but scared to hurt him. Tim doesn't know that Dick has a terrible soft spot for pain, for getting his hair tugged, not to mention choking on cock but--they'll get there. because Tim goes and starts answering so sweetly then elaborating before cutting himself off, and Dick is surprised enough to pause where he started grinding into the cushions, lift his mouth from where he'd been licking along the hard line of Tim's cock. he looks up at Tim from where he'd slipped both arms beneath Tim's thighs, just moments away from easing those bare legs onto his shoulders.
oh. oh.
dark eyes widen as his heart skips a beat, his chest undecided between filling with butterflies or twisting heavy with heat.
of course he's asked Tim what he's wanted before, and the answer of you has always played on their lips. he loves hearing Tim talk dirty, loves when he finally lets go of that tightly held self control, when that articulate tongue falters beneath pleasured moans. but they'd never gone down this path before. Tim hasn't ever shared that he's never had sex before, and it surprises Dick for how experienced Tim seemed. a natural. a quick learner. a high-functioning perfectionist, just like he is with everything else.
Dick can't help but stare up at Tim for a beat. the expression Tim's face is devastatingly vulnerable, and his gorgeous, flushed body is still in the leather jacket clinging within an inch of its life. those precious words ask him what he could never deny, as much as he really tried to hold it off ( is he taking advantage of a boy who has hero-worshipped him since before he even knew what a hard-on was? is he going to hurt, then lose, the person he adores to no end? does he even deserve to be seen like this after everything he's done? ). but now, all those questions fall away as Tim continues and makes it obvious that he's thought this through, practically begging for Dick to take him. all of him. as much as Tim is trusting him, Dick knows he has to trust Tim now in return, trust that he knows what he wants and means what he says. ]
Yeah. [ he nods. ] Yeah, Tim. Of course. I--thank you for telling me. I want that, too. [ he smiles, the warmth softening his eyes. to be the only person who's ever had Tim and to do it right. (unlike the way he lost his own virginity, at sixteen, to a woman who was manipulating him to get to Bruce but that's besides the point. ) ]
Gonna make it feel so good for you, okay? But promise me you'll talk to me and tell me if anything feels off.
[ There's a few breaths where Dick is quiet and clearly thinking about everything that Tim blurted out. His stomach twists a little with anxiety, because there's every chance this will completely push Dick back into being too cautious, or he'll decide Tim is too inexperienced for anything. But he's still glad he was honest, even as it feels like vulnerability is tightening around his throat. He wants so badly to do this right, to be what Dick wants but also what he deserves.
He's messed around with Stephanie, and his Young Justice buddies. Tim's even fingered himself out of pure curiosity before. But he's never had anyone inside of him before, and that somehow feels like the most sacred sort of virginity there is. The idea of it being Dick makes heat pool even more dramatically in his groin and he can feel his underwear getting more damp with precome.
A sigh of relief leaves him before he can stop it, and he nods his head adorably at what Dick says. ]
I will. I promise.
[ And he does trust Dick, obviously, to take care of him and also to tell him what he likes. He's discovered a few things through porn and the like, but he's still figuring out what sort of things he'd be into, too. There's also just not a lot of things Dick could ask for that Tim wouldn't at try. Both to please him and because of his undying curiosity.
He pets through Dick's hair, watching him with a heated gaze to see how he wants to approach things. Just because they've agreed about the outcome doesn't necessarily mean they have to rush in that direction. Tim is young and more than healthy enough to have a short refractory period. ]
[ the petting through his hair has a quiet sigh echoing in return, satisfied with Tim's answer, and once again, the sweet reinforcement. ]
Good.
[ a kiss gets pressed to the inside of Tim's thigh before his smile widens, a little teasing as his teeth catch the elastic of Tim's underwear to pull it down. his hands shift too, nudging those narrow hips enough to push the fabric out of the way, reluctantly moving enough to get it off one of Tim's legs. he doesn't bother with the other as Tim's cock is revealed and he looks at it, teeth catching his own bottom lip, marveling at the sight of it straining, weeping for him, so hard and red and needy already.
a quiet sound catches in his throat as he takes the tip into his mouth, sucking away a bead of precum and tasting Tim. but he's merciful. he's teased Tim enough, so takes him into his mouth, eyes falling shut as he feels Tim slide in, little bobs of his head hollowing out his cheeks as he sucks, tongue working with every bob. ]
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no prob :)))
[ as promised, a short while after his last text, Dick climbs onto Tim's fire escape and peers curiously into the window. he delivers a few quiet raps to the pane of glass. though he's changed out of the suit and into dark civvies, window entry is still preferable to the lobby and elevator. so much faster. ]
I shouldn't break into your security system, right?
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He moves to the window and nudges it open, then steps out of the way so Dick can come in. ]
You wouldn't be able to break into my security system.
[ He's grinning, though, blue eyes bright and shiny because he's always excited to see Dick. ]
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dark eyes snap up to Tim's face. his thoughts had long left that last text Tim responds to, so he's thankful for the pause that stepping over the sill and shutting the window affords him. ]
You can't know that for sure. I haven't given it a good shot yet.
[ he teases back as he smiles, adoration softening his eyes as he recognizes the excitement on Tim's face. for someone like him, who doesn't keep permanent apartments of his own, the warmth of a lived-in space is a rare taste of home. especially a space belonging to someone so special to him.
his steps in close and pulls Tim into his arms, his embrace winding over the leather at a trim waist. his face tucks against Tim's hair to drop a kiss to his temple. ]
I can't decide if I wanna keep this jacket on you, or take it off you.
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That Dick is the singular exception to Tim not being the sort to seek out physical affection should say enough on its own. It's odd that he doesn't struggle with the idea that all he needs is the right person to bring it out of him. Usually he'd overthink it and self-sabotage. He's admired Dick for such a long time that it's just... easy.
He leans back so he can get a better look at Dick from underneath long eyelashes, lips twisting from a genuine grin to more of a smirk. One of his hands rests against his chest, and he presses up onto the balls of his feet so he can steal a kiss from the corner of his lips. He looks sly when he speaks, a little dangerous. ]
That depends on what you're in the mood for. Would you rather I be naked or look like I belong to you? Unless you came over just to cuddle, I mean.
[ Even though he's being a little bit of a tease, Tim really would be fine with anything. Dick came all this way just to see him, so he should get to have what he wants. ]
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before the one heated training session turned make-out session that changed everything a few short months ago. watching Tim pant from exertion sprawled under him, their sweaty limbs in a tangle on the mats finally became all too much, and Dick impulsively gave in to the pent-up urge to absorb every inch of distance between them and kiss the younger man.
and the rest was historyāexcept heās been cautiously frustrating the hell out of himself (and probably Tim) as a result of how careful heās being. theyāve gotten into each otherās hands, mouths, panted filthy words into moaning lips but theyāve never gone all the way. Tim isādifferent. Dick watched Tim thrive under his mentorship and spread his wings into his own hero, blossoming with his determination and sharp wit into a partner Dick entrusts his whole life to. entrusts his heart to. and thatās not something he wants to fuck up.
a sliver of heat slides down his spine when soft lips leave his throat too soon, and he he's too late to catch that smirk in a kiss before Timās looking up at him through thick lashes. a breathy chuckle couples a pointed cant of his head. ]
I wouldn't mind some cuddling, but is that why you kept the jacket, though? You wanted to feel like you belonged to me even when I was gone?
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So though it might be tempting to pout when Dick chooses the cuddling route, he just gives a cheeky little smile and pulls from his arms so he can tug him towards his couch. It might be pricey, but it's not because it's high fashion. It's comfortable as hell. Tim hops onto it and gazes up at Dick expectantly. ]
Yes. [ He gives a shrug of his shoulders. Doesn't see the point in denying it, he'd already admitted that part of the reason he kept it was because he missed getting to see Dick. If it was more that than how cold it was or how good he looked, that was his own business. They haven't really talked about this part. The feelings stuff. Tim's never been very good at it, and this is the part he worries about fucking up. The last thing he wants to do is send Dick running for the hills. ]
Is that okay?
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especially because Tim is still wearing just his jacket and the cutest pair of boxer-briefs, looking every bit tempting as he perches on the illegally comfortable couch. Dick sinks down into it too, one of his hands reaching to cup Timās cheek as he finally kisses him. ]
āf course. [ the words linger inches away from the kiss as his gaze traces out Timās expression. is that a hint of doubt he sees?
his thumb brushes along Tim's cheek before he sits back and pulls Tim into his lap. ]
Tim, I missed you, too. I couldn't stop thinking about you when I was in San Francisco and just--how good it's been. That you're mine.
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The rest of what Dick has to say has the softest shades of pink blooming on the Tim's face as he flushes with delight. The word 'mine' is what has it stretching down his neck towards his chest, though. Dick's always known just what to say to him, whether it was to motivate him or make him feel cared for. Of course he would be the one to help guide him through this part, too. ]
Okay, maybe you are a little bit of a sap.
[ Tim teases, even as he's pulled into Dick's lap. He kisses him before he can argue, eager but still sweet. And while he's still fully planning on respecting whatever boundaries Dick has up, he makes himself comfortable in Dick's lap like he owns it. Presses up against him and steals some of his warmth. It's not wrong just to tempt him, is it? ]
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he decides to taste it and dips his face to kiss along the tops of Tim's cheekbones, his arms looping comfortably around Tim's waist as Tim shifts closer to him. he can feel the insides of Tim's bare thighs against the outside of his, where those flexible legs are straddling his lap, can feel the panes of Tim's torso pressed against his hoodie where the jacket parts around them. ]
But you like it, don't you?
[ he finally teases in return, letting his teeth scrape just so along Tim's clavicle where he can still see the faintest hint of the lovebite he left the last time they saw each other. his voice dips low, a quiet, intimate timbre recently reserved only for Tim (not that they've talked about that whole thing either). ]
When I tell you how you make me feel? When I call you mine? Can you tell me that?
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Even through this, Dick is helping guide him. Tim feels safe enough to be vulnerable and raw, to really let himself want. And oh, does he want.
Dick hones in on one of his more sensitive spots in his clavicle, and his teeth sink into his bottom lip to prevent an embarrassing noise from escaping. He feels too keyed up from some simple touching, but every brush of Dick against his skin turns the temperature up. ]
Yeah. I really like it.
[ It's breathed out like a prayer, each moment between them something sacred to him. ]
I like knowing that I belong to you, Dick. And you...
[He's gentle in the way he tilts Dick's head up, but his own eyes have darkened when he catches the man's gaze. ]
You belong to me, too.
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he easily lifts his head when gentle fingers guide his chin up, his gaze catching on Timās reddened bottom lip before meeting blue eyes. the words has his heart skipping, has awe lifting his brows for just a beat at the boldness in Timās words. the younger man has never been forward with expressing his emotions, especially not vulnerable ones like this.
it makes him smile adoringly, one that lifts the corners of his mouth and melts in his eyes, warmth swelling beneath the dark, chocolate brown of his gaze as he holds Timās. ]
I do. Iām yours. All yours.
[ he responds, tipping his head into Timās hand, lashes lowering as he kisses Timās palm. his own hands slide down, easing beneath the hem of the leather jacket to find Timās waist. his fingers trail along the waistband of dark underwear before smoothing broad and possessively down to cup the curve of Tim's cute ass. Dick pulls him closer yet, feeling the heat build between them as he starts to harden. he sighs out a hot breath. ]
For a while now, actually. Longer than you probably know. I wasn't sure if it was...appropriate.
[ he says the words against the Timās index before he takes the digit into his mouth, tongue wrapping wetly along the tip of it. ]
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He can't help but laugh breathlessly, because Dick is ridiculous. Tim wants to reassure him that it's totally fine, that he's been into him since before he even know what a crush was--but the thoughts disappear from his brain as Dick takes his finger into his mouth and he can feel his skilled tongue. His pupils dilate dramatically with interest, black nearly swallowing up the shimmering blue. ]
You can have me whenever you want.
[ The younger of the two supplies helpfully, even as it conjures filthy mental images of the two of them on rooftops or in alleyways, suited up but still desperate to get their hands on each other. Listen, it's really not his fault that he's at an age where he's a raging ball of hormones, especially when the guy he worships has his hands on him.
He lets himself be pulled forward, lets Dick feel that he's already fully hard. Eager and as raring to go as ever, as long as it's Dick that he's with. There's something terribly arousing about being almost naked with Dick fully dressed. But Tim at least has enough self control that he doesn't start full on grinding against him. Yet. ]
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Timās adoration had been obvious from the very start, but Dick could never put his finger on exactly when he realized that it wasnāt simple hero-worship, but something more. he had tried to pretend he didnāt notice, didnāt want to encourage the crush, and most of all, he didnāt want to take advantage of Timās trust. he was a kid when they met, for godās sakes. but at the end of it all, Dick Grayson is still only human, and his soft heart couldnāt resist the way Tim makes him feel, whether heās laughing at those coy antics, racing to catch up to the speed of that mind, or simply feeling accepted, no matter how far he fell from his own standards or however short his best measures up that day. Tim was there.
and then Tim will go and do something like thisātelling Dick that he can have him whenever he wants, making his mouth go dry and short circuiting his thoughts with how hot that makes him feel. ]
Fuckā¦ you know what you do to me, Timmy? Saying shit like that?
[ he closes the distance between them, a quiet sound sticking in the back of his throat when he kisses Tim and his tongue darts out to claim the youngerās mouth. a hand stays on Timās backside to encourage him to rock his hips while the other lifts to slide into short, dark strands. ]
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It doesn't take much, just that slightest bit of encouragement and Tim starts rubbing his cock against Dick's abdomen, the friction sending heat through every vein in his body. This time he can't keep quiet, though the slutty little moan that leaves him is muffled by their liplock. He's trying, and failing, not to seem too desperate.
Before this, Tim had dated other people. Tried to get his mind off of the person he was sure he couldn't have, tried to get past his feelings the same way Dick had tried not to encourage them. None of the messing around he'd done with them had ever caused this dramatic of a reaction. Like he was only playing at intimacy before, and now an entire world is being opened up before him. He's enthralled, caught up in the man that slides their tongues together just right.
His hands slide down Dick's chest but he can't feel much with his clothing in the way. Seems like an easy thing to fix. Tim's fingertips sneak under the hem of his t-shirt, blindly worshiping the warm skin that's been hidden by far too many layers. They're going to have to stop kissing for a few seconds if he's actually going to get Dick shirtless, but Tim, selfishly, doesn't want to. He wants to memorize the Dick's taste, wants to playfully curl their tongues together until they're desperate for air. ]
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the thin fabric of Tim's underwear does little to hold back his hardness, but Dick's cock is trapped beneath his jeans, straining desperately against Tim, pressing up between bare legs with every roll of their bodies. it's the most delicious torture.
but they still do need oxygen, and Dick pulls away reluctantly, his teeth catching Tim's lower lip teasingly before they part. he looks at Tim through lidded eyes, breathing heavy and hot. ]
Mmm--that's it...feel good? Look at you. Getting all worked up for me. Were you all hot before I even got here? Being home alone in nothing but my jacket?
[ his hand sneaks between them, pushes beneath the open leather jacket to caress up the middle of Tim's torso. one side of the jacket gathers at his wrist until it sides down Tim's shoulder, revealing the gorgeous slope of it, which Dick promptly starts tracing with his mouth. his hand finds the dusky little nub of Tim's nipple and he rubs his thumb over it. ]
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Tim's pretty sure he doesn't even need to answer with more than a groan when Dick asks if it feels good, but he nods his head quickly just in case. He has to make sure there's no miscommunication about how good it is, how much he wants it. Can't risk that.
He glances away at the last question, playing coy about his answer. If Dick hadn't come by, Tim would absolutely have gotten off by himself. While wearing Dick's jacket. As the lips attach to his shoulder he shifts his arm muscles just a little so the leather slides further out of the way to give Dick more access. His own head leans forward so he can whisper heatedly into his ear. ]
Yeah. Do you want to know what I was thinking about?
[ His nipple hardens under Dick's touch, sensitive enough to draw another moan from him. Tim's back arches dramatically to encourage more, the jacket sliding even further down to give Dick more access to his body. Precome gathers in a little wet spot on the front of his boxer briefs, further evidence of how keyed up he is. Given enough time he could probably get off just from grinding against Dick's abs, but he's still hopeful they'll manage to get a little further than that.
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What, baby? What were you thinking about?
[ words murmured against heated skin as he dips his head, as Tim helpfully arches up for him, so desperate to present every inch of newly revealed skin for Dick to kiss along. Tim contrasts so starkly against the black leather, flushed beautifully in a way that invites Dick to want to taste that pretty colour. he nips a path to Tim's nipple and his thumb vacates its spot, so his tongue could lick over the hardening nub instead. every little noise encourages him further and makes him want more from Tim, to draw out more of these beautiful, desperate, slutty reactions, wondering just how good he could work Tim up, simply just like this in his lap.
his other hand stays on Tim's ass to continue to guide those hips, though his spread palm does ease down, middle finger sliding teasingly between full cheeks over Tim's underwear. ]
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Dick's finger teases him and Tim rocks back against it, trying to tempt him further. He wants more, will take anything that Dick will offer him at this point. It almost feels too warm for the jacket that's clinging to his arms, but he likes the idea of being in something that belongs to the older vigilante enough that he refuses to let it fall completely off.
Telling Dick about any of his fantasies is such a personal thing, but he's wrapped up enough in what they're doing that some of his worries slip away. He's never gotten anything but rewarded for saying how he feels, and the last time he took a risk it paid off. So he waits a beat, lets Dick anticipate a little. Then decides to whisper it to him softly. ]
I was thinking about what would happen if you were fighting Ivy and she got the upper hand. If her vines had you restrained and her pollen had you... worked up. But then she left you like that. Someone would have to take care of you, Dick. And you know I'd do anything for you, so...
[ His eyes are lidded, and he's smirking even as his head drops back so he can stretch his body out further. Lets Dick have access to anything he wants. Because he means what he says, always. ]
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when Tim finishes, trailing off in that teasing little cliffhanger, Dick lifts his head enough to look up, his free arm finding Tim's mid-back to support the way the younger man leans back. that coy smile is so absolutely pleased on Tim's expression, so telling of just how Tim knows exactly what he's doing. it has an answering smirk tugging on Dick's mouth in return. ]
So you'd take care of me so well, I know you would.
[ he continues, trailing open mouthed kisses across Tim's chest now, words woven between every press of his lips as he reaches Tim's other nipple to lavish wet, hot attention on it. ]
You'd do anything it takes to make me feel better, hm? Even if it means you'd have to give all of yourself to me.
[ he looks at Tim, eyes darkened and hungry, wanting, tongue darting out along his wet bottom lip as he grinds up againstĀ Tim,Ā easing them into a rhythm. his finger finds Tim's hole, rubbing over the little pucker he can feel through the thin fabric of those boxer-briefs. ]
Or are you saying...that you would like it if that happened, Timmy? Finding me when I'm helpless and restrained and I can't hold myself back?
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[ Tim promises him in earnest, even as his words are cut short by another sound of pleasure as the teasing of his chest continues. Dick totally calls him out on how much he'd like it, too, and his cheeks flush darker at the accusation. Because he's not wrong, not even a little bit. Tim won't deny it, but he's not ready to scream it from the rooftops just yet either. He smiles, boyish and maybe a little sheepish, too. ]
Maybe.
[ It's such a pretty picture, is the thing. Sucking Dick off because he needs Tim so desperately that he can't even wait for him to figure out how to get the vines off of him. Having Dick strain against the vines but be unable to do more than just sit back and let Tim ride his lap at whatever pace he deems acceptable. Just raw animalistic passion. The exact sort of thing he lets himself think about when he needs to get himself off, in between memories of Dick's gorgeous smile and powerful thighs.
But right now he has the real thing, and it'd be smarter to focus on that.
Dick keeps teasing him, rubbing against his hole through the fabric of his boxer briefs, and it makes Tim feel lightheaded with desire. He's been such a good boy, patient and reasonable and sweet, but he wants Dick to fuck him so bad that anything that might suggest they're headed in that direction sends flickers of heat up his spine.
He wants to beg, would get on his knees on the floor and do it if he had to, but he's still wary about pressuring Dick. Being responsible is the last thing on Earth he wants to do. But he is a good boy. He is. ]
Dick, you're driving me crazy right now.
sorry for the delay š
Tim isn't the only one being driven crazy. Dick hums into Tim's skin and gives in, hands finding Tim's hips to steady him as he turns and lowers Tim to the couch. he stays between those legs, flowing over Tim's beautiful body as he continues his trail of kisses down that toned torso. ]
Tell me what you need, Tim. I'll do anything for you, too.
[ hasn't Tim said enough? been patient enough even through his obvious wanting every time Dick holds them back? that openly shared fantasy only illustrates how much he truly wants to go all the way in resorting to imagining a scenario where Dick is stripped of his frustrating ways. even then, he respectfully took only what Dick gave, reassuring as Dick worked through his own hangups.
he kisses down planes of muscle, dips his tongue into a cute belly button then kisses along the wet spot in the front of Tim's underwear. it's always been so hot how Tim leaks like this when he's turned on. ]
What do you want, baby?
don't worry about it at all! š
[ Isn't it obvious, Dick? It isn't just that he's Tim's hero (though he is, he'll always be) but because the younger of the two has fallen head over heels for him in a way that he could never manage to stop. Didn't want to, now, with how sweet and gentle Dick is as he pushes Tim onto his back on the couch.
He sinks into the cushions with a pleading little moan, arching up into Dick in a desperate attempt not to lose any contact. They've messed around before, but Tim's never felt quite this needy, like he might well and truly die if Dick leaves him there on his own now. It's a fear he never thought he'd experience.
Fortunately for him, he feels those perfectly shaped lips press to his skin again. The kiss to his cock is pure electricity shooting through him, even with the thin layer of cloth in the way. One of his hands tangles in Dick's hair, not rough but still frenzied. Tim can feel his grip on reality slipping. ]
I want you to fuck me, Dick. I want you to take my-- [ He cuts himself off, blush beginning to shift from pink to red the further down his chest it stretches. It's embarrassing to admit, but it feels like it would be wrong not to tell Dick the truth. Like he'd be tricking him into something. Tim's pretty good at that, but he'd never do it in a situation like this. Not with Dick. ]
I haven't done it before. Let someone have me. But I want to. I want it to be you.
[ He'd done a few things in his teen years, he's not a total loser. But he'd never quite let it go that far. He'd been too busy saving the world. And there was all of that shit in school about saving it for someone special, it just. Hadn't happened. ]
Will you?
oops--wrote you a novel
oh. oh.
dark eyes widen as his heart skips a beat, his chest undecided between filling with butterflies or twisting heavy with heat.
of course he's asked Tim what he's wanted before, and the answer of you has always played on their lips. he loves hearing Tim talk dirty, loves when he finally lets go of that tightly held self control, when that articulate tongue falters beneath pleasured moans. but they'd never gone down this path before. Tim hasn't ever shared that he's never had sex before, and it surprises Dick for how experienced Tim seemed. a natural. a quick learner. a high-functioning perfectionist, just like he is with everything else.
Dick can't help but stare up at Tim for a beat. the expression Tim's face is devastatingly vulnerable, and his gorgeous, flushed body is still in the leather jacket clinging within an inch of its life. those precious words ask him what he could never deny, as much as he really tried to hold it off ( is he taking advantage of a boy who has hero-worshipped him since before he even knew what a hard-on was? is he going to hurt, then lose, the person he adores to no end? does he even deserve to be seen like this after everything he's done? ). but now, all those questions fall away as Tim continues and makes it obvious that he's thought this through, practically begging for Dick to take him. all of him. as much as Tim is trusting him, Dick knows he has to trust Tim now in return, trust that he knows what he wants and means what he says. ]
Yeah. [ he nods. ] Yeah, Tim. Of course. I--thank you for telling me. I want that, too. [ he smiles, the warmth softening his eyes. to be the only person who's ever had Tim and to do it right. (unlike the way he lost his own virginity, at sixteen, to a woman who was manipulating him to get to Bruce but that's besides the point. ) ]
Gonna make it feel so good for you, okay? But promise me you'll talk to me and tell me if anything feels off.
I love it tbh
He's messed around with Stephanie, and his Young Justice buddies. Tim's even fingered himself out of pure curiosity before. But he's never had anyone inside of him before, and that somehow feels like the most sacred sort of virginity there is. The idea of it being Dick makes heat pool even more dramatically in his groin and he can feel his underwear getting more damp with precome.
A sigh of relief leaves him before he can stop it, and he nods his head adorably at what Dick says. ]
I will. I promise.
[ And he does trust Dick, obviously, to take care of him and also to tell him what he likes. He's discovered a few things through porn and the like, but he's still figuring out what sort of things he'd be into, too. There's also just not a lot of things Dick could ask for that Tim wouldn't at try. Both to please him and because of his undying curiosity.
He pets through Dick's hair, watching him with a heated gaze to see how he wants to approach things. Just because they've agreed about the outcome doesn't necessarily mean they have to rush in that direction. Tim is young and more than healthy enough to have a short refractory period. ]
Everything I have is yours.
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Good.
[ a kiss gets pressed to the inside of Tim's thigh before his smile widens, a little teasing as his teeth catch the elastic of Tim's underwear to pull it down. his hands shift too, nudging those narrow hips enough to push the fabric out of the way, reluctantly moving enough to get it off one of Tim's legs. he doesn't bother with the other as Tim's cock is revealed and he looks at it, teeth catching his own bottom lip, marveling at the sight of it straining, weeping for him, so hard and red and needy already.
a quiet sound catches in his throat as he takes the tip into his mouth, sucking away a bead of precum and tasting Tim. but he's merciful. he's teased Tim enough, so takes him into his mouth, eyes falling shut as he feels Tim slide in, little bobs of his head hollowing out his cheeks as he sucks, tongue working with every bob. ]
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sorry timmy...
rip in peace timothy drake š«”
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