[ Honestly, he doesn't care on the slightest about his underwear getting caught on one of his ankles. It's forgotten the moment that the restrictive isn't holding back his cock anymore. A single bead of pearly white precome slides down the thick vein along the underside.
Tim chokes on an intake of breath as he watches Dick's kiss swollen sink down over him. It's the most erotic thing he's ever seen, far hotter than any porn, and his cock twitches eagerly with need. It feels so good he can barely keep his eyes open, but doesn't dare let them close.
It takes a lot of self restraint to not just thrust upwards, especially when all he wants is more of that tight, warm heat. His fingers grip at Dick's hair once more, and this time it's a little less controlled. It's not intentional, not even conscious, he just knows that he needs more. ]
Ahh, Dick. That feels amazing. Nn, fuck...!
[ It's only thanks to Dick's bulk above him that he doesn't writhe like a wanton whore, caught up in the pleasure. His erection throbs against the man's tongue, leaking towards the back of his throat with each bob. Tim's not sure how long he's going to be able to last, but he's fighting with every cell in his body not to come too fast and embarrass himself. ]
[ Dick gives a pleased hum, hips rocking into the cushions when Tim's fingers grip in his hair and Tim moans his name. he revels in the tug of those digits, the way a shudder slides from his scalp down his spine, seemingly connected straight to his cock. the friction is far from enough, and he can't help but anticipate what it's going to be like now, can't stop thinking about how Tim's going to feel, as if he hasn't imagined it a thousand times by now.
the way Tim's hips strain beneath his steadying hand is so cute, the taste of precome on his tongue intoxicating as he takes Tim in deeper still. dark eyes slide shut as he eases Tim deep down his throat, gag reflex suppressed skillfully until Tim is completely sheathed in his mouth. he slowly bobs his head a couple times, toes curling with the way Tim feels in his mouth, his hard flesh throbbing against this tongue, milking drops of sweet-salty dew. he pulls off for air again with a thick groan. a strand of milky saliva stretching before breaking between Dick's mouth and the slick head of Tim's erection.
he licks his lips and takes Tim into his hand, wrapping his fingers around Tim's slick, hard length, working him in his hand. his stomach clenches with the pang of arousal that bolts through him when his gaze traces up Tim's body. Tim is all pink flushed skin, a sheen of sweat, a gorgeous twist of pleasure on his expression, and all his to have. ]
Want me to take the edge off for you, Timmy? [ his voice is husky when he speaks before he trails a few kisses trailing down Tim's cock, fingers lifting away to make space for his kisses. ] You're so worked up for me...wanna come in my mouth first?
[ In a lot of ways, Tim will never add up to Dick or Jason. The thing he does have on the two of them, however, is that he is a literal genius. Which goes to show how impressive it is that Dick can manage to completely stupefy him with just his mouth. Seeing how much the older vigilante clearly loves sucking cock brings out a few choked off sounds--he can't think straight enough to form words--and he nearly loses it as he feels himself slip down Dick's throat. His abs tense with the sheer amount of effort it takes to hold himself back from the edge.
Fortunately for him, he's at least aware enough to note that Dick likes his hair getting pulled. One of the reasons he was such a brilliant Robin is his sharpened observation skills, rarely ever missing missing a thing. It made him a great strategist, and looks to be helping make him a good lover, too.
Not that he has much control in how he pulls Dick's hair. He's too overcome with pleasure to prevent it, and he gives a pathetic little disappointed noise when Dick pulls off to speak. Dick's voice sounds like velvet stretched over rough gravel, and between that and the way his hand strokes at him, Tim needs a few solid seconds to even understand what's being asked of him. Then he nods stupidly, fascinated by the way Dick kisses at his cock like it's something precious to be worshiped. Fuck, that's hot. ]
Yeah. I wanna--wanna come in your mouth, Dick. Please.
[ Tim is certainly not above begging when the hottest guy he's ever known seems so determined to make him feel good. He knows he's not going to be able to hold himself off if Dick keeps going, it wouldn't matter if he had more self control than anyone else that had ever existed. ]
[ it's a heady feeling for sure, knowing and seeing Tim get this way for him, reduced to practically a pile of goo under his mouth. it's wonderful. of course he's going to worship his cock. ]
Yeah, Timmy?
[ it's practically moaned out as Tim bites back his noises and those fingers tug on his hair, which makes a husky curse fall from Dick's lips. ]
I changed my mind.
[ even his patience has limits, and Tim clearly exploits his weaknesses and wants to urge him on, so is it really his fault that he's overheating here, still fully dressed?
he pulls away with a last kiss to Tim's cock then makes his way back up Tim's body. it's a little cruel, maybe more than a little cruel, but Dick truly has Tim's best interest in mind. he would deny that there might be any part of him that might enjoy it, taking away what he was offering in order to reduce those razer sharp thoughts even more, to hear Tim beg. it was so hot, and besides, Tim was still managing to hold back his sounds somehow. that was not acceptable. truly, doing this might perhaps help Tim relax, maybe, so... ]
Come here, just gonna take us to the bed where we'll have lube and you'll be more comfortable, mmkay?
[ he wraps Tim's legs around his waist and straightens them both, broad hands gripping Tim's thighs to lift him as he finds one knee, then the other, and steps onto the floor and starts towards Tim's bedroom. ]
[ The warmth and pleasure building inside of Tim are both suddenly gone, and his blood runs cold the moment Dick says he's changed his mind. His heightened state of arousal diminishes, not dramatically but enough so that coming all over himself is no longer a threat. Just as the idea of truly being abandoned on the couch begins to register, he feels Dick move up his body and press against him again. ]
Dick...!
[ Tim practically sobs as he clings to him far tighter than necessary the moment he's able. It wouldn't be so damn mean if he hadn't been so close. It's hard for him to imagine that this could somehow be for the best, but he's able to remind himself that Dick knows more than him about all of this. This is Tim Drake, and his rational brain is still functioning at this point.
Still, he shakes like a leaf as he hides his face against Dick's strong shoulder. Doesn't loosen his grip in the slightest even as he's hauled up so they can go to his room. It's a good thing Dick's so damn strong, because though he's all lithe lean muscle, that muscle is still dense. He's not at risk of falling onto his ass on the floor, anyway.
Tim only unwinds from him when he feels the soft comforter on top his (quite large) bed against his back, and he can't help the way he glares a little even behind the wetness of his eyes. ]
You said you were going to take care of me.
[ At this point he's acting like a brat, but can he really be blamed for it? He's not genuinely upset, but he is frustrated. ]
[ aw, poor baby bird, so desperate, so needy, shaking in his arms as Dick presses Tim back into the bed, trailing kisses along every bit of skin he can reach as he knees at the foot of it. Tim's underwear got dropped somewhere along the way, but that jacket is still clinging. impressively. ]
I'm sorry. I am going to take care of you.
[ he is sorry. genuinely, especially when he sees the mistiness in Tim's eyes, though the whining and glaring is...adorable, and Dick can't quite hold back the mirth in his eyes. he wants nothing but to be back against Tim right now, so he hastily tugs off his hoodie, revealing the expanse of toned muscle, scars new and old, a few bruises from the last fight, and the way his own skin is flushed, clearly just as into this as Tim is.
he drops the black hoodie to the floor with a relieved sigh as he kisses Tim again, then reaches over to the bedside table to pull out the little tube of lube. ]
You're being so good for me. So patient.
[ he makes his way down Tim's body again and drapes a long leg over his shoulder, mouth kissing the inside of Tim's thigh as he props himself on his elbows and pops the tube open. his toes curl with anticipation as he smiles up at Tim. ]
Has anyone ever touched you here before?
[ he should probably put his mouth to better use rather than as Tim more embarrassing questions. ]
[ Dick's touch soothes him like a balm, even if Tim isn't quite sure that he's as sorry as he says he is. Anyway, it's hard to keep sulking when that gorgeous torso is exposed to him, easily drawing his attention away from any fussiness that lingered. Tim itches to kiss every scar that he can see and maybe when he's not so pent up and desperate he'll insist that he get to.
His tongue darts out to wet his lips as Dick makes his way down his body, and maybe he's just a little nervous, because he has no experience in this part and wants to be perfect regardless. Expects it of himself, even.
At first the only response to the question is a little huff. His cheeks are already flushed from the heat, so his embarrassment doesn't change a whole lot. What is Dick aiming for, here? He already told him he hadn't let anyone fuck him before. Is he trying to gauge how experienced he is with just fingers? Does it get him hot and bothered to know he'll be Tim's first time doing this with anyone else, too? Does he want to embarrass him? He can't be sure, and his eyes narrow suspiciously even as he answers. ]
No. Just me, a couple of times.
[ There were plenty of guys who had expressed and interest, but Tim had shut that down immediately. Either he didn't trust them enough, or the idea of being so vulnerable made his skin crawl. But, like he is with most things, Dick is special. Tim wants to feel Dick's cock inside of him. He's not above begging if that's what it comes down to. ]
[ there’s not a single doubt in Dick’s mind that there must have been a lot of people who had pursued Tim. he has eyes, for Christ sake, and he adores Tim himself, so he gets it. but he’s never outright asked Tim about his romantic life, or shared his own, especially not when the feelings started developing. knowing that anyone else was with Tim to any capacity would hurt.
he’s not asking to embarrass Tim, or to make him self-conscious. it makes him hot to know that he’s the only person who has ever been here, but mostly, he just wants to make sure he’s doing this right, wants to know how gentle to be.
the suspicious look Tim gives him has him pressing little placating kisses along his thigh, before he reassures with a smile. ]
I love that, Tim. Just relax. I’ve got you.
[ he really does love it, and it’s probably obvious from the way he shuts up and takes Tim’s cock back into his mouth after that. when his hand reaches Tim’s opening, his fingers are slick with warmed up lube and he spends a few seconds circling that tight little pucker. a particularly smooth stroke of his tongue is paired with a finger pressing into Tim, and he has pull off a bit not to choke as that tight, warm heat surrounds the tip of his finger.
holy hell, how is he ever going to fit in there. he pulls his finger out a little, then presses back in, giving Tim just the tip of his finger to get accustomed to. his cock throbs with anticipation as he presses in a little further, wiggling the finger back and forth. he casts his gaze upwards to Tim’s face as he eases in to the next knuckle, a pleased hum vibrating on Tim’s member. ]
[ Tim absolutely had a smart-ass response to Dick telling him to relax, but it dies on his tongue pretty fast. Watching Dick's lips sink down on his erection has very quickly become his new favorite thing, enough so that he doesn't tense up when his hole is teased. It was an ingenious way of prepping him, making sure he was distracted from any discomfort by giving him pleasure elsewhere to focus on.
His first thought is that Dick probably doesn't need to go as slow as he is, because Tim's fingered himself before. Then that finger presses in fully and he is quickly reminded that yes, Dick has bigger hands than him so his fingers would have to be thicker, too. There's no pain, thanks to the amount of care that he's taking, and Tim ends up very grateful that Dick is the one leading the way this first time. Tim's eager enough that he probably would've done something stupid and gotten himself hurt.
One of his hands curls into the bedding next to him and the other returns to Dick's hair. Tim doesn't know much about what Dick likes, but he's gotten a positive reaction out of tugging at his hair so he's going to keeping using that to his advantage until he manages to learn more. He's a very strategic guy, after all. ]
Nn, Dick... You look really, really hot like this.
[ It's mindless horny babbling--Tim feels like he's only got a few brain cells left that haven't positively melted and who knows how long he'll manage to hold onto them. ]
[ Tim isnt the only one losing it. Dick’s grip on his control is also slipping, but he’s determined to hang on for both their sake. nothing is more important right now than making sure Tim feels good, but Tim isn’t helping at all by delving back into his hair again, tugging in a way that has him moaning around the hard flesh in his mouth. then those words, encouraging him, feeling Tim’s heated gaze on him as he does his best to make sure he’s not hurting Tim.
he’s pretty sure it would be easier to withstand Ivy’s poison than how Tim is making him feel right now.
a second finger slides in beside the first, and he watches Tim through hazy eyes, arousal curling heavy in his body. he pulls off Tim’s cock with a groan. ]
Fuck, Tim, you do too. You’re so tight…doing so good.
[ mindless horny babbling is one way to put it, but Dick can’t stop the husky curse that falls from his lips as he starts to scissor his fingers to stretch Tim out some more. then, he eases in a little more, hitches Tim’s leg a little higher on his shoulder to bend him more, then bends his fingers until he feels that magical little spot. ]
[ Might be for the best that Dick takes a little bit of a break from sucking him off, because he can feel himself heating up again and at this point he's determined not to come until Dick is actually fucking him.
It's a lot easier said than done, though, when he feels those skilled fingers curl and then rub right against his prostate. Tim immediately gasps, back arching up off the bed dramatically as his eyes go wide. He'd managed to find that bundle of nerves before, but hadn't had a lot of success with actually getting off using it. Inexperience, mostly.
The moan Tim gives when he experiences that sort of pleasure for the first time is downright shameful--loud, a little whiny, clearly shocked by just how exceptional it feels. That very careful, measured sense of self-control that has kept him mostly quiet shatters. His toes and fingers both curl against the sheets, and Tim is back to trembling. ]
Ohmygod, Dick! Please, I.. it's so good. I need more. Please!
[ He gets it, now, why people go to such extreme lengths to get this feeling. Dick has opened his eyes into an entire new world. ]
[ Tim’s voice is pure ecstasy, sending heated wanting through every fibre of Dick’s being. the way his name falls from those lips is finally, finally unbridled. Dick might always be a generous lover and truly enjoy making his partners feel good, but nothing compares to how wonderful it makes him feel to get Tim like this, falling apart on his fingers. it feels like all he’s ever wanted, keying right into the vulnerable part of him that wants so badly to love without hesitation, to find the one person who would make him feel this way.
it makes him bite down on his own lower lip to hold back the pleasure coiling tight through his gut. he’ll hold his own need at bay to focus on Tim, on the way that sexy, lithe body arches clear off the bed, those brilliant eyes glazing over from pleasure as his name falls from reddened lips, lewd in a way he’s never heard from Tim before. it might have been mean to deny Tim from coming in his mouth, but this moment proves to be worth it. judging from the shock in Tim’s voice, perhaps Tim hasn’t ever felt this way before. ]
Mm..., I’m gonna give you everything you want, Tim. [ he promises sweetly, voice rough with need, answering the whine in Tim's tone with. ] Gotta get you nice and loose for me first, okay? Imagine how I’m gonna feel inside you. Touching you right here…
[ he groans as he twists his fingers to stroke Tim’s prostate with the tip while he parts his digits to stretch that tight muscle open. he knows exactly how to do this. it’s no secret that he’s well-practiced (he’s not oblivious to what’s said about him), but it feels like everything he’s done has been to build up to this moment, to make Tim feel good, to take him to new heights of pleasure.
he slowly pulls his fingers out and makes up for the loss with his mouth again, hot tongue lapping up all the precum that’s weeping from Tim’s cock now. Tim’s so close. he can feel it, but he keeps him just on the edge as two fingers turn into three, his mouth on Tim's cock helping to skillfully balancing pleasure with discomfort until he’s absolutely satisfied that Tim is ready.
only then, does he start to ease back, the anticipation almost killing him as he pushes pants and underwear off his own hips. his cock is throbbing from how hard he is for Tim, pressing to his abdomen, so sensitive already. he's breathing hard but he reaches up to cup Tim's cheek in a tender gesture as he grabs the lube with his other hand. ]
[ For the first time, Tim thinks he could come from being fingered without any simulation on his cock. It's a shocking revelation, but the searing white pleasure that thrums through every nerve is undeniable. His cock leaks desperately, muscles tense because he's getting close to that edge when Dick starts to blow him again. Fuck, he has to hold himself off. But it's so, so good. He doesn't want it to stop.
The rest of the world doesn't exist anymore. Even when Dick lets him go, his focus is entirely on how to get back to that soaring high. His pupils are still blown wide, and Tim almost looks a little feral when he stares at Dick's erection. His well prepped hole clenches with need, intimidated and fascinated by the idea of Dick finally taking him. He's been a good boy. He's waited so long. It'll break him if Dick denies him now. ]
Please, Dick. I need you to fuck me. Please. Please.
[ His voice is a little hoarse from how loud he was when Dick stretched him. There isn't any shame in his eyes, just pure need. He definitely looks like he's going to cry if Dick turns him down now, and he's still a little afraid that he might. A touch of insecurity, maybe.
Tim bites at his bottom lip, staring up at him looking terribly vulnerable. It's maybe his least favorite thing to feel, but it's worth it if he can have this. ]
[ how could Dick even think about turning Tim down? sure, he might not be the best at fulfilling all his promises to everyone right away but there’s no way he could deny Tim begging so pretty like this. he also doesn’t trust his voice to be anything but a quaking mess, so he just nods wordlessly, lashes fluttering as he coats himself with lube. even his own touch sets his nerves alight.
after making quick work of the copious amount of lube, he drapes himself over Tim’s body and presses between toned thighs to kiss those whining lips. a slow, deep breath as he guides himself to line up with Tim’s hole, the length of his cock sliding between Tim’s cheeks for a second. the head of his cock skids across Tim’s pucker and he breaks the kiss with a moan. ]
Fuck, Tim…
[ slowly, he pushes in, breaching that tight ring with the help of his hand. his breath is caught in his throat as tight, velvety wraps around his tip, and Dick’s whole body is tense with the effort of holding back. nothing else matters in the world right now. all his attention is focused Tim’s body, his face inches away from Tim’s, darkened eyes hazily meeting Tim’s gaze. ]
[ Tim gaps softly at the intrusion, a hand gripping at the back of Dick's neck as he gazes back up at him. He can't seem to look away, transfixed by the way the man he's in love with looks at him. Like he's the most precious thing in the world, meant to be protected but also savored.
It hurts a little. Not a sharp pain or anything to be worried about, just his muscles trying to adjust to the new feeling. But with the ache comes the knowledge that this is finally happening and it warms him all over. They're connected, just the two of them. ]
Dick... oh, Dick!
[ His head falls back against the bed, dark hair fanning around him as his back arches again. It almost feels like he's being split in half the further Dick inches in, and his body squeezes around the thick length. Pleasure slowly starts to win out over pain and he keens again. It's so hard not to squirm and try to draw Dick in even deeper. ]
Please!
[ Tim's not even sure what he's begging for, just knows that he won't survive without more. More of anything Dick has to give him. ]
[ hearing Tim say his name like that over and over again does things to him he's never felt before. all he wants to do is answer that plea, to give Tim whatever it is that he wants, and he'll do anything within his power to achieve it.
but in the moment, all he can do is slowly sink into Tim, inch by torturous inch as that impossibly tight heat splits open around his cock. his movement is smooth, careful as he watches Tim for any hint of pain or discomfort, unforgivingly pressing into Tim's body even as it resist his entry.
the thought makes him moan, a thick sound in his throat as a hand finds Tim's thigh to guide it to his hip as he gives a few small, slow rolls of his body. ]
Tim, you're so tight around me--so hot. [ a groan spills from his parted lips as he presses in again, forcing Tim open around him until he bottoms out. Tim's going to be sore tomorrow, he knows it, but for the moment, Tim knows nothing but to beg for more, and Dick doesn't have it in him to keep holding back.
he rolls his hips back until just the tip of his cock remains in Tim, then slowly thrusts in again, letting Tim feel the whole length of him in one smooth roll of his body, and somehow, everything feels so right. he's drowning in those blown-wide eyes, pleasure overwhelming his system as everything narrows even further down to Tim. ]
You're so beautiful, Timmy, so good for me. And you're all mine.
[ sweet, dirty nothings as he continues with the slow, sweet pace for as long as he can, but it works him to a desperation, the need bleeding into the way his hips quiver as he finally picks up the pace and fucks into Tim with a snap of his hips. a curse falls from his lips as he shifts closer yet, tipping Tim's hips to aim for his prostate. he wants nothing other than to make Tim scream for him. ]
[ Tim sucks in soft little breaths against Dick's lips when he rolls his hips, feeling so full it's almost hard to get enough oxygen. The pleasure is astounding, addicting even before he experiences it to the fullest.
He can feel the flared head of Dick's cock catch on his rim when he pulls almost all of the way out and it sends sparks up his spine and straight to his brain. His fingers tremble even as their grip tightens, trying to find some way to keep from just drifting away into this new heaven that he's found. Tim wants to live in the moment, to appreciate everything that Dick is doing for him.
There's pleading little whimpers laced with the older vigilante's name every few seconds--Tim can't figure out how to say anything else. All those smarts just gone, he's pulled down to nothing but a being of pure bliss. Then Dick starts really fucking into him, nice and hard and Tim scrambles to hold onto him, moans becoming a little more high pitched. His cock bounces between the two of them with each thrust, desperate for friction but not quite able to get any in this position. Which might be fore the best, because it keeps him from coming too fast and missing out on how good this is.
Dick has to know the moment his cock starts rubbing against that bundle of nerves inside of Tim. He cries out far too loud (practically screams, stunned stupid by how intense it feels. His fingers on one hand practically rip at the bed sheets below him, and his nails on the other scrape hard on the back of Dick's neck hard enough to leave angry red trails in their wake. Tim doesn't mean to hurt him, will probably feel bad later when he realizes what he's done, but he's not even capable of being aware of it at the moment. ]
Dick..! Gonna... gonna... Nnn... Dick, gonna--
[ It's an attempt to warn him that he's close, but Tim really doesn't want it all to end. He's struggling. ]
[ there’s no end in sight, the way that Dick sees it. it’s only just the beginning of discovering all the ways he can get Tim here again and again, endlessly expanding his world. it brings him an immeasurable amount of pleasure hearing Tim cry out for him, pleading his name between all the other sounds he can’t control.
but Tim’s not the only one sounding destroyed. Dick groans out when those dull nails drag along the back of his neck, leaving his skin stinging and shockwaves of pleasure racing down his spine. he can’t stop the way his hips stutter, every thrust delving into Tim’s tight warmth, his opening milking Dick for all he’s worth. ]
That’s it, Timmy— [ he coos, his voice rough and husky, dirty in Tim’s ear.
his free hand seeks out Tim’s fist in the sheets, linking their fingers instead to press their joined hands up over Tim’s head. he’s not far behind at this point. all that pent up need and desire unleashed embarrassingly quickly. quickly, he’s learning that Tim is something else altogether. a whole other kind of sexy he’s never encountered before.
their moans lace with the sound of skin against skin, of their wet, open mouthed kisses and gasps. ]
Let go, baby…wanna feel you come for me. Just like this. [ from his cock alone, every roll of his hips perfectly angled to drag across Tim’s prostate. ]
[ Really, what is Tim supposed to do when Dick talks to him like that? Sweet and rough and everything that he needs. It takes him a few moments to register that Dick is holding his hand, but then he clings to it like his very life depends on it. It's a simple gesture that is shockingly intimate--a reminder that even as they delve into a world of nothing but sin, Dick's still there, taking care of Tim. Always looking out for him. He's perfect, and Tim can't imagine wanting anyone else.
Tim's never come untouched before. The things that he's heard about it (that it's possible, that it's far more intense) don't even begin to describe the way it makes him feel. Ecstasy floods his entire body as it's consumed by the flames of pleasure, and he cries out for Dick out of both pleasure and maybe a little bit of fear. Tim's eyes roll to the back of his head and his brain short-circuits, sending all of his senses temporarily offline. His heart races like he'd just finished a dead sprint, powerful waves washing over him for far longer than he'd thought they would.
Come spurts and then continues to dribble from his cock, but Tim's not even aware of the mess he's made of the both of them. His eyes are lidded, but he can't even register his ability to see.
The entire thing is twice as intense as any orgasm he's ever had before. Tim doesn't even register the way his body tightens up around Dick, massaging at his cock and trying to force him to come deep inside of him. He's lost to the world entirely, falling back against his bed as he desperately pants for air. ]
[ Dick was close before, but it’s seeing Tim fall apart that completely overwhelms him.
Tim’s cry of his name is answered with a gasp of Tim’s name, their fingers linked in a white-knuckled grip as Tim tightens impossibly around him. that heat draws him in one last time, a rough thrust of his hips that sheaths his cock completely before he finally, desperately, he comes deep inside Tim.
it feels like jumping, like diving off a skyscraper and freefalling, soaring with the pleasure that rushes through every cell in his body. spurts of hot come fill Tim, slicking up the way he tries to get deeper still, swallowing up every inch between them as his entire body pulls tight. this is Tim making him feel this way, making ecstasy burst where it had wound in his gut to scorch through his veins. he’s both extremely taken by his own pleasure yet so aware of Tim’s at the same time, every clench of Tim’s body pulling another spurt from his cock, completely, perfectly synched.
when Tim collapses back against the mattress, Dick follows, kissing tenderly at the crook of Tim’s neck, chest heaving from trying to catch his breath after an orgasm that shattered through him. he still holds Tim’s hand, though his grip has loosened into something gentler, and just manages to shift to the side to not crush Tim completely. he nuzzles his face against Tim’s jaw and presses in to kiss Tim’s mouth. ]
Tim… [ it’s a loving, pleased utterance of Tim’s name, cut off by a quiet sound as he eases his hips back and slips out of Tim wetly. ]
[ Hearing is the sense that comes back to Tim first. Dick says his name like he's the most precious person in the world and it gives him butterflies, even when they're like this. Sappy, but true. He's able to register the gentle affection that Dick spoils him with and he smiles, exhausted but still boyish and sweet. It's then that everything else comes back to him. He can taste Dick on his tongue, can smell the thick scent of sex. ]
Dick...
[ It's a little hum of a sound, rough because his throat feels raw from all of the sounds he's been making. Tim is content to lay there boneless, warm and content. He does weakly nuzzle back at him, his eyes soft with love.
Warm come drips from his hole after Dick pulls out of him and he gives a little weak sound at the feeling. It feels absolutely filthy, but somehow it still turns him on. Dick came inside of him, a primal sort of claim that tickles the lizard part of his brain. He's a mess but doesn't even care. Just reaches up with his free hand so he can cling, feeling terribly needy. As the chemicals in his brain start to regulate, so he can think about is wanting to be as close as physically possible. ]
[ they’re both sweaty and tangled, and a mess but Dick does nothing other than just eases them both onto their sides, gathering Tim closer with his other arm. he hums in response to his name and pulls away just enough to see Tim’s face, the edges of his features blurring with how close he stays.
there’s a fuzzy, soft smile playing on his lips, his eyes warm, molten chocolate. he shuts his eyes and kisses Tim, slow and lazy and tender. when he pulls away, it’s to give just enough space to murmur. ]
Mmm…Don’t think I could ever let you go. I’ll keep you here forever. That okay with you?
[ It's everything Tim has wanted for a long time. Being tucked against Dick's side, warm and comfortable and feeling like he belongs. For someone that has been neglected most of his life, it's the closest thing to heaven he'll probably ever get.
The words make him pause, and he blinks slowly at him. It's hard to tell if it's something that Dick is just saying, or if he means he wants something more than just the two of them messing around. Of course he knows which he would prefer, but he's hesitant to admit it. What if he's reading the situation wrong? Tim has felt so lucky to get to have any bit of him at all that he doesn't want to lose it.
When he does speak, his voice is softer. A little more vulnerable. He's just not sure what to expect. ]
[ the truth is, he said it without giving it a whole lot of thought, about what it might mean, or where it might lead. he meant it first and foremost in the moment, as a lighthearted way to express how much he enjoyed what they just did, but the vulnerability rings loud and clear in Tim's soft voice, and it gives him pause.
is this the best time to talk about it? with their post-coital brains still hopped up on all sorts of endorphins? when all that he wants to do is sink into Tim, melt into the bed together, and do this on rinse and repeat?
he lets out a slow sigh. nothing troubled, but rather, calming. ]
We should talk about that...shouldn't we? We both said things. A lot of things.
[ Immediately Tim thinks that he must have gotten it wrong, and he sinks his teeth into his tongue. Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough that the pain grounds him somewhat. He'd been too sincere and managed to immediately ruin the moment, which had been the opposite of what he was going for.
Any inner turmoil is kept strictly on the inside, it doesn't show on his face and his muscles don't tense. He's been trained extensively on schooling his expression, and he excelled at it even before that. It's just his stomach twists at having to use the mask with Dick of all people, arguably the person that knows him best. ]
We don't have to, if you don't want to. I'm not going anywhere.
[ Tim keeps his pretty blues on Dick's face, trying to read what he can see there. Not much, unfortunately. Part of him wants to run off before an awkward uncomfortable conversation can sprout. But he can't really go anywhere. This is his bed, his Nest, that he invited Dick into. Maybe it's for the best, he's got to grow up and face things eventually. ]
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Tim chokes on an intake of breath as he watches Dick's kiss swollen sink down over him. It's the most erotic thing he's ever seen, far hotter than any porn, and his cock twitches eagerly with need. It feels so good he can barely keep his eyes open, but doesn't dare let them close.
It takes a lot of self restraint to not just thrust upwards, especially when all he wants is more of that tight, warm heat. His fingers grip at Dick's hair once more, and this time it's a little less controlled. It's not intentional, not even conscious, he just knows that he needs more. ]
Ahh, Dick. That feels amazing. Nn, fuck...!
[ It's only thanks to Dick's bulk above him that he doesn't writhe like a wanton whore, caught up in the pleasure. His erection throbs against the man's tongue, leaking towards the back of his throat with each bob. Tim's not sure how long he's going to be able to last, but he's fighting with every cell in his body not to come too fast and embarrass himself. ]
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the way Tim's hips strain beneath his steadying hand is so cute, the taste of precome on his tongue intoxicating as he takes Tim in deeper still. dark eyes slide shut as he eases Tim deep down his throat, gag reflex suppressed skillfully until Tim is completely sheathed in his mouth. he slowly bobs his head a couple times, toes curling with the way Tim feels in his mouth, his hard flesh throbbing against this tongue, milking drops of sweet-salty dew. he pulls off for air again with a thick groan. a strand of milky saliva stretching before breaking between Dick's mouth and the slick head of Tim's erection.
he licks his lips and takes Tim into his hand, wrapping his fingers around Tim's slick, hard length, working him in his hand. his stomach clenches with the pang of arousal that bolts through him when his gaze traces up Tim's body. Tim is all pink flushed skin, a sheen of sweat, a gorgeous twist of pleasure on his expression, and all his to have. ]
Want me to take the edge off for you, Timmy? [ his voice is husky when he speaks before he trails a few kisses trailing down Tim's cock, fingers lifting away to make space for his kisses. ] You're so worked up for me...wanna come in my mouth first?
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Fortunately for him, he's at least aware enough to note that Dick likes his hair getting pulled. One of the reasons he was such a brilliant Robin is his sharpened observation skills, rarely ever missing missing a thing. It made him a great strategist, and looks to be helping make him a good lover, too.
Not that he has much control in how he pulls Dick's hair. He's too overcome with pleasure to prevent it, and he gives a pathetic little disappointed noise when Dick pulls off to speak. Dick's voice sounds like velvet stretched over rough gravel, and between that and the way his hand strokes at him, Tim needs a few solid seconds to even understand what's being asked of him. Then he nods stupidly, fascinated by the way Dick kisses at his cock like it's something precious to be worshiped. Fuck, that's hot. ]
Yeah. I wanna--wanna come in your mouth, Dick. Please.
[ Tim is certainly not above begging when the hottest guy he's ever known seems so determined to make him feel good. He knows he's not going to be able to hold himself off if Dick keeps going, it wouldn't matter if he had more self control than anyone else that had ever existed. ]
sorry timmy...
Yeah, Timmy?
[ it's practically moaned out as Tim bites back his noises and those fingers tug on his hair, which makes a husky curse fall from Dick's lips. ]
I changed my mind.
[ even his patience has limits, and Tim clearly exploits his weaknesses and wants to urge him on, so is it really his fault that he's overheating here, still fully dressed?
he pulls away with a last kiss to Tim's cock then makes his way back up Tim's body. it's a little cruel, maybe more than a little cruel, but Dick truly has Tim's best interest in mind. he would deny that there might be any part of him that might enjoy it, taking away what he was offering in order to reduce those razer sharp thoughts even more, to hear Tim beg. it was so hot, and besides, Tim was still managing to hold back his sounds somehow. that was not acceptable. truly, doing this might perhaps help Tim relax, maybe, so... ]
Come here, just gonna take us to the bed where we'll have lube and you'll be more comfortable, mmkay?
[ he wraps Tim's legs around his waist and straightens them both, broad hands gripping Tim's thighs to lift him as he finds one knee, then the other, and steps onto the floor and starts towards Tim's bedroom. ]
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Dick...!
[ Tim practically sobs as he clings to him far tighter than necessary the moment he's able. It wouldn't be so damn mean if he hadn't been so close. It's hard for him to imagine that this could somehow be for the best, but he's able to remind himself that Dick knows more than him about all of this. This is Tim Drake, and his rational brain is still functioning at this point.
Still, he shakes like a leaf as he hides his face against Dick's strong shoulder. Doesn't loosen his grip in the slightest even as he's hauled up so they can go to his room. It's a good thing Dick's so damn strong, because though he's all lithe lean muscle, that muscle is still dense. He's not at risk of falling onto his ass on the floor, anyway.
Tim only unwinds from him when he feels the soft comforter on top his (quite large) bed against his back, and he can't help the way he glares a little even behind the wetness of his eyes. ]
You said you were going to take care of me.
[ At this point he's acting like a brat, but can he really be blamed for it? He's not genuinely upset, but he is frustrated. ]
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I'm sorry. I am going to take care of you.
[ he is sorry. genuinely, especially when he sees the mistiness in Tim's eyes, though the whining and glaring is...adorable, and Dick can't quite hold back the mirth in his eyes. he wants nothing but to be back against Tim right now, so he hastily tugs off his hoodie, revealing the expanse of toned muscle, scars new and old, a few bruises from the last fight, and the way his own skin is flushed, clearly just as into this as Tim is.
he drops the black hoodie to the floor with a relieved sigh as he kisses Tim again, then reaches over to the bedside table to pull out the little tube of lube. ]
You're being so good for me. So patient.
[ he makes his way down Tim's body again and drapes a long leg over his shoulder, mouth kissing the inside of Tim's thigh as he props himself on his elbows and pops the tube open. his toes curl with anticipation as he smiles up at Tim. ]
Has anyone ever touched you here before?
[ he should probably put his mouth to better use rather than as Tim more embarrassing questions. ]
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His tongue darts out to wet his lips as Dick makes his way down his body, and maybe he's just a little nervous, because he has no experience in this part and wants to be perfect regardless. Expects it of himself, even.
At first the only response to the question is a little huff. His cheeks are already flushed from the heat, so his embarrassment doesn't change a whole lot. What is Dick aiming for, here? He already told him he hadn't let anyone fuck him before. Is he trying to gauge how experienced he is with just fingers? Does it get him hot and bothered to know he'll be Tim's first time doing this with anyone else, too? Does he want to embarrass him? He can't be sure, and his eyes narrow suspiciously even as he answers. ]
No. Just me, a couple of times.
[ There were plenty of guys who had expressed and interest, but Tim had shut that down immediately. Either he didn't trust them enough, or the idea of being so vulnerable made his skin crawl. But, like he is with most things, Dick is special. Tim wants to feel Dick's cock inside of him. He's not above begging if that's what it comes down to. ]
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he’s not asking to embarrass Tim, or to make him self-conscious. it makes him hot to know that he’s the only person who has ever been here, but mostly, he just wants to make sure he’s doing this right, wants to know how gentle to be.
the suspicious look Tim gives him has him pressing little placating kisses along his thigh, before he reassures with a smile. ]
I love that, Tim. Just relax. I’ve got you.
[ he really does love it, and it’s probably obvious from the way he shuts up and takes Tim’s cock back into his mouth after that. when his hand reaches Tim’s opening, his fingers are slick with warmed up lube and he spends a few seconds circling that tight little pucker. a particularly smooth stroke of his tongue is paired with a finger pressing into Tim, and he has pull off a bit not to choke as that tight, warm heat surrounds the tip of his finger.
holy hell, how is he ever going to fit in there. he pulls his finger out a little, then presses back in, giving Tim just the tip of his finger to get accustomed to. his cock throbs with anticipation as he presses in a little further, wiggling the finger back and forth. he casts his gaze upwards to Tim’s face as he eases in to the next knuckle, a pleased hum vibrating on Tim’s member. ]
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His first thought is that Dick probably doesn't need to go as slow as he is, because Tim's fingered himself before. Then that finger presses in fully and he is quickly reminded that yes, Dick has bigger hands than him so his fingers would have to be thicker, too. There's no pain, thanks to the amount of care that he's taking, and Tim ends up very grateful that Dick is the one leading the way this first time. Tim's eager enough that he probably would've done something stupid and gotten himself hurt.
One of his hands curls into the bedding next to him and the other returns to Dick's hair. Tim doesn't know much about what Dick likes, but he's gotten a positive reaction out of tugging at his hair so he's going to keeping using that to his advantage until he manages to learn more. He's a very strategic guy, after all. ]
Nn, Dick... You look really, really hot like this.
[ It's mindless horny babbling--Tim feels like he's only got a few brain cells left that haven't positively melted and who knows how long he'll manage to hold onto them. ]
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he’s pretty sure it would be easier to withstand Ivy’s poison than how Tim is making him feel right now.
a second finger slides in beside the first, and he watches Tim through hazy eyes, arousal curling heavy in his body. he pulls off Tim’s cock with a groan. ]
Fuck, Tim, you do too. You’re so tight…doing so good.
[ mindless horny babbling is one way to put it, but Dick can’t stop the husky curse that falls from his lips as he starts to scissor his fingers to stretch Tim out some more. then, he eases in a little more, hitches Tim’s leg a little higher on his shoulder to bend him more, then bends his fingers until he feels that magical little spot. ]
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It's a lot easier said than done, though, when he feels those skilled fingers curl and then rub right against his prostate. Tim immediately gasps, back arching up off the bed dramatically as his eyes go wide. He'd managed to find that bundle of nerves before, but hadn't had a lot of success with actually getting off using it. Inexperience, mostly.
The moan Tim gives when he experiences that sort of pleasure for the first time is downright shameful--loud, a little whiny, clearly shocked by just how exceptional it feels. That very careful, measured sense of self-control that has kept him mostly quiet shatters. His toes and fingers both curl against the sheets, and Tim is back to trembling. ]
Ohmygod, Dick! Please, I.. it's so good. I need more. Please!
[ He gets it, now, why people go to such extreme lengths to get this feeling. Dick has opened his eyes into an entire new world. ]
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it makes him bite down on his own lower lip to hold back the pleasure coiling tight through his gut. he’ll hold his own need at bay to focus on Tim, on the way that sexy, lithe body arches clear off the bed, those brilliant eyes glazing over from pleasure as his name falls from reddened lips, lewd in a way he’s never heard from Tim before. it might have been mean to deny Tim from coming in his mouth, but this moment proves to be worth it. judging from the shock in Tim’s voice, perhaps Tim hasn’t ever felt this way before. ]
Mm..., I’m gonna give you everything you want, Tim. [ he promises sweetly, voice rough with need, answering the whine in Tim's tone with. ] Gotta get you nice and loose for me first, okay? Imagine how I’m gonna feel inside you. Touching you right here…
[ he groans as he twists his fingers to stroke Tim’s prostate with the tip while he parts his digits to stretch that tight muscle open. he knows exactly how to do this. it’s no secret that he’s well-practiced (he’s not oblivious to what’s said about him), but it feels like everything he’s done has been to build up to this moment, to make Tim feel good, to take him to new heights of pleasure.
he slowly pulls his fingers out and makes up for the loss with his mouth again, hot tongue lapping up all the precum that’s weeping from Tim’s cock now. Tim’s so close. he can feel it, but he keeps him just on the edge as two fingers turn into three, his mouth on Tim's cock helping to skillfully balancing pleasure with discomfort until he’s absolutely satisfied that Tim is ready.
only then, does he start to ease back, the anticipation almost killing him as he pushes pants and underwear off his own hips. his cock is throbbing from how hard he is for Tim, pressing to his abdomen, so sensitive already. he's breathing hard but he reaches up to cup Tim's cheek in a tender gesture as he grabs the lube with his other hand. ]
You okay, baby? Ready?
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The rest of the world doesn't exist anymore. Even when Dick lets him go, his focus is entirely on how to get back to that soaring high. His pupils are still blown wide, and Tim almost looks a little feral when he stares at Dick's erection. His well prepped hole clenches with need, intimidated and fascinated by the idea of Dick finally taking him. He's been a good boy. He's waited so long. It'll break him if Dick denies him now. ]
Please, Dick. I need you to fuck me. Please. Please.
[ His voice is a little hoarse from how loud he was when Dick stretched him. There isn't any shame in his eyes, just pure need. He definitely looks like he's going to cry if Dick turns him down now, and he's still a little afraid that he might. A touch of insecurity, maybe.
Tim bites at his bottom lip, staring up at him looking terribly vulnerable. It's maybe his least favorite thing to feel, but it's worth it if he can have this. ]
Please.
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after making quick work of the copious amount of lube, he drapes himself over Tim’s body and presses between toned thighs to kiss those whining lips. a slow, deep breath as he guides himself to line up with Tim’s hole, the length of his cock sliding between Tim’s cheeks for a second. the head of his cock skids across Tim’s pucker and he breaks the kiss with a moan. ]
Fuck, Tim…
[ slowly, he pushes in, breaching that tight ring with the help of his hand. his breath is caught in his throat as tight, velvety wraps around his tip, and Dick’s whole body is tense with the effort of holding back. nothing else matters in the world right now. all his attention is focused Tim’s body, his face inches away from Tim’s, darkened eyes hazily meeting Tim’s gaze. ]
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It hurts a little. Not a sharp pain or anything to be worried about, just his muscles trying to adjust to the new feeling. But with the ache comes the knowledge that this is finally happening and it warms him all over. They're connected, just the two of them. ]
Dick... oh, Dick!
[ His head falls back against the bed, dark hair fanning around him as his back arches again. It almost feels like he's being split in half the further Dick inches in, and his body squeezes around the thick length. Pleasure slowly starts to win out over pain and he keens again. It's so hard not to squirm and try to draw Dick in even deeper. ]
Please!
[ Tim's not even sure what he's begging for, just knows that he won't survive without more. More of anything Dick has to give him. ]
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but in the moment, all he can do is slowly sink into Tim, inch by torturous inch as that impossibly tight heat splits open around his cock. his movement is smooth, careful as he watches Tim for any hint of pain or discomfort, unforgivingly pressing into Tim's body even as it resist his entry.
the thought makes him moan, a thick sound in his throat as a hand finds Tim's thigh to guide it to his hip as he gives a few small, slow rolls of his body. ]
Tim, you're so tight around me--so hot. [ a groan spills from his parted lips as he presses in again, forcing Tim open around him until he bottoms out. Tim's going to be sore tomorrow, he knows it, but for the moment, Tim knows nothing but to beg for more, and Dick doesn't have it in him to keep holding back.
he rolls his hips back until just the tip of his cock remains in Tim, then slowly thrusts in again, letting Tim feel the whole length of him in one smooth roll of his body, and somehow, everything feels so right. he's drowning in those blown-wide eyes, pleasure overwhelming his system as everything narrows even further down to Tim. ]
You're so beautiful, Timmy, so good for me. And you're all mine.
[ sweet, dirty nothings as he continues with the slow, sweet pace for as long as he can, but it works him to a desperation, the need bleeding into the way his hips quiver as he finally picks up the pace and fucks into Tim with a snap of his hips. a curse falls from his lips as he shifts closer yet, tipping Tim's hips to aim for his prostate. he wants nothing other than to make Tim scream for him. ]
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He can feel the flared head of Dick's cock catch on his rim when he pulls almost all of the way out and it sends sparks up his spine and straight to his brain. His fingers tremble even as their grip tightens, trying to find some way to keep from just drifting away into this new heaven that he's found. Tim wants to live in the moment, to appreciate everything that Dick is doing for him.
There's pleading little whimpers laced with the older vigilante's name every few seconds--Tim can't figure out how to say anything else. All those smarts just gone, he's pulled down to nothing but a being of pure bliss. Then Dick starts really fucking into him, nice and hard and Tim scrambles to hold onto him, moans becoming a little more high pitched. His cock bounces between the two of them with each thrust, desperate for friction but not quite able to get any in this position. Which might be fore the best, because it keeps him from coming too fast and missing out on how good this is.
Dick has to know the moment his cock starts rubbing against that bundle of nerves inside of Tim. He cries out far too loud (practically screams, stunned stupid by how intense it feels. His fingers on one hand practically rip at the bed sheets below him, and his nails on the other scrape hard on the back of Dick's neck hard enough to leave angry red trails in their wake. Tim doesn't mean to hurt him, will probably feel bad later when he realizes what he's done, but he's not even capable of being aware of it at the moment. ]
Dick..! Gonna... gonna... Nnn... Dick, gonna--
[ It's an attempt to warn him that he's close, but Tim really doesn't want it all to end. He's struggling. ]
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but Tim’s not the only one sounding destroyed. Dick groans out when those dull nails drag along the back of his neck, leaving his skin stinging and shockwaves of pleasure racing down his spine. he can’t stop the way his hips stutter, every thrust delving into Tim’s tight warmth, his opening milking Dick for all he’s worth. ]
That’s it, Timmy— [ he coos, his voice rough and husky, dirty in Tim’s ear.
his free hand seeks out Tim’s fist in the sheets, linking their fingers instead to press their joined hands up over Tim’s head. he’s not far behind at this point. all that pent up need and desire unleashed embarrassingly quickly. quickly, he’s learning that Tim is something else altogether. a whole other kind of sexy he’s never encountered before.
their moans lace with the sound of skin against skin, of their wet, open mouthed kisses and gasps. ]
Let go, baby…wanna feel you come for me. Just like this. [ from his cock alone, every roll of his hips perfectly angled to drag across Tim’s prostate. ]
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Tim's never come untouched before. The things that he's heard about it (that it's possible, that it's far more intense) don't even begin to describe the way it makes him feel. Ecstasy floods his entire body as it's consumed by the flames of pleasure, and he cries out for Dick out of both pleasure and maybe a little bit of fear. Tim's eyes roll to the back of his head and his brain short-circuits, sending all of his senses temporarily offline. His heart races like he'd just finished a dead sprint, powerful waves washing over him for far longer than he'd thought they would.
Come spurts and then continues to dribble from his cock, but Tim's not even aware of the mess he's made of the both of them. His eyes are lidded, but he can't even register his ability to see.
The entire thing is twice as intense as any orgasm he's ever had before. Tim doesn't even register the way his body tightens up around Dick, massaging at his cock and trying to force him to come deep inside of him. He's lost to the world entirely, falling back against his bed as he desperately pants for air. ]
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Tim’s cry of his name is answered with a gasp of Tim’s name, their fingers linked in a white-knuckled grip as Tim tightens impossibly around him. that heat draws him in one last time, a rough thrust of his hips that sheaths his cock completely before he finally, desperately, he comes deep inside Tim.
it feels like jumping, like diving off a skyscraper and freefalling, soaring with the pleasure that rushes through every cell in his body. spurts of hot come fill Tim, slicking up the way he tries to get deeper still, swallowing up every inch between them as his entire body pulls tight. this is Tim making him feel this way, making ecstasy burst where it had wound in his gut to scorch through his veins. he’s both extremely taken by his own pleasure yet so aware of Tim’s at the same time, every clench of Tim’s body pulling another spurt from his cock, completely, perfectly synched.
when Tim collapses back against the mattress, Dick follows, kissing tenderly at the crook of Tim’s neck, chest heaving from trying to catch his breath after an orgasm that shattered through him. he still holds Tim’s hand, though his grip has loosened into something gentler, and just manages to shift to the side to not crush Tim completely. he nuzzles his face against Tim’s jaw and presses in to kiss Tim’s mouth. ]
Tim… [ it’s a loving, pleased utterance of Tim’s name, cut off by a quiet sound as he eases his hips back and slips out of Tim wetly. ]
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Dick...
[ It's a little hum of a sound, rough because his throat feels raw from all of the sounds he's been making. Tim is content to lay there boneless, warm and content. He does weakly nuzzle back at him, his eyes soft with love.
Warm come drips from his hole after Dick pulls out of him and he gives a little weak sound at the feeling. It feels absolutely filthy, but somehow it still turns him on. Dick came inside of him, a primal sort of claim that tickles the lizard part of his brain. He's a mess but doesn't even care. Just reaches up with his free hand so he can cling, feeling terribly needy. As the chemicals in his brain start to regulate, so he can think about is wanting to be as close as physically possible. ]
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there’s a fuzzy, soft smile playing on his lips, his eyes warm, molten chocolate. he shuts his eyes and kisses Tim, slow and lazy and tender. when he pulls away, it’s to give just enough space to murmur. ]
Mmm…Don’t think I could ever let you go. I’ll keep you here forever. That okay with you?
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The words make him pause, and he blinks slowly at him. It's hard to tell if it's something that Dick is just saying, or if he means he wants something more than just the two of them messing around. Of course he knows which he would prefer, but he's hesitant to admit it. What if he's reading the situation wrong? Tim has felt so lucky to get to have any bit of him at all that he doesn't want to lose it.
When he does speak, his voice is softer. A little more vulnerable. He's just not sure what to expect. ]
I would really like that.
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is this the best time to talk about it? with their post-coital brains still hopped up on all sorts of endorphins? when all that he wants to do is sink into Tim, melt into the bed together, and do this on rinse and repeat?
he lets out a slow sigh. nothing troubled, but rather, calming. ]
We should talk about that...shouldn't we? We both said things. A lot of things.
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Any inner turmoil is kept strictly on the inside, it doesn't show on his face and his muscles don't tense. He's been trained extensively on schooling his expression, and he excelled at it even before that. It's just his stomach twists at having to use the mask with Dick of all people, arguably the person that knows him best. ]
We don't have to, if you don't want to. I'm not going anywhere.
[ Tim keeps his pretty blues on Dick's face, trying to read what he can see there. Not much, unfortunately. Part of him wants to run off before an awkward uncomfortable conversation can sprout. But he can't really go anywhere. This is his bed, his Nest, that he invited Dick into. Maybe it's for the best, he's got to grow up and face things eventually. ]
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