[ 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. ]
[ it's not so much that Tim gives anything away on his face, but that he gives nothing away at all that sends something unpleasant sinking in his gut. Dick props himself up on an elbow, slowly tips his head and keeps his gaze steadily meeting Tim's eyes. he lets Tim look at him, lets Tim observe him, obviously trying to get a read on him.
he draws his hand away from Tim's and instead, lets his fingers cup Tim's cheek, taking a beat to brush the pad of his thumb along the fading colour affectionately. finally, a small smile softens the line of his mouth. ]
I wish you would tell me what you're thinking, sometimes. There's so much going on in that head of yours.
It might be better if you don't know what's going on in there. What if you don't like it?
[ Even though he's aiming for playful, his smile doesn't quite reach his eyes, so who knows if he pulls it off. Tim can't help but press into Dick's touch, encouraging more of the easy affection that brings comfort. Finally, he sighs a little and sinks into the bed. Shrinks into it, almost. ]
That was amazing, I don't want to screw up and ruin everything. But if there's something you want to know, you can ask.
[ There, see. That was vulnerable. He's at least trying, which is more effort than he usually gives. Tim trusts Dick not to laugh at him, and if he's going to let him down it's going to be gently. Tim turns his head and gives Dick's palm a little kiss. ]
[ the playful sentiment feels pulled tight. Dick can practically feel the tension rolling off of the set in Tim's shoulders as he huffs and sinks back into the mattress. it’s almost retreat, and Dick regrets saying anything at all for a moment as he lifts a little higher to take back whatever distance gets put between them. ]
Okay.
[ he pauses, taking in the way it feels a little reluctant, a little scared. it’s the last thing he wants from Tim, and the opposite of what he’s trying to express, not that it’s surprising to see Tim shy away from talking about anything of this nature. however, he’s not one to pry when there’s obvious discomfort from Tim. ]
Maybe I'll start, then…and you tell me if you don’t like it.
[ he shifts his hand and traces Tim’s lower lip with his thumb as he mulls over his words in a slow, luxurious sort of pace, a moment just for themselves. ]
I haven’t been with anyone in a while. I haven't even kissed anyone besides you in a long time. [ he smiles down at Tim, warm, perhaps sappy again, but it's clear enough that he's not completely at ease either, finding these unfamiliar words. ] So I'm not going anywhere either, Tim. You know I don't normally do this...slowly...but you're one of the most important people in my life. I didn't want to rush into anything that'll fuck things up between us but it hasn't been just physical for a while now.
[ It's lucky that Dick understands him the way he does. Forcing things out of Tim is possible, but rarely goes well. Dick offers to speak instead and this time, the smile that this at the corners of his mouth are entirely genuine. It's as obvious of a sign of their connection as there is. Dick taking the first step, knowing that Tim will follow.
And then Dick actually speaks and Tim feels the flush returning to his face. It's a thrill, knowing someone as popular as Dick hasn't actually been spending his time with anyone else despite them having not talked about it yet. ]
I haven't either. Been with anyone else while we've been doing this, I mean.
[ It's still not the most comfortable thing, but there's more of a lightness to his voice. More importantly, he's not masking anything now that he feels safer. ]
I've... had feelings for you for a long time, Dick. But I don't want to ask too much of you.
[ that genuine, loving smile warms him on the inside, the way that it always has when he gets a glimpse of it. he's always felt that Tim turns it toward him more than anyone else, and he cherishes that fact close to his heart.
he wasn't lying when he said he'd do anything for Tim. if it means being vulnerable first, and expressing his own thoughts so Tim can feel safe to do the same in return, he'll do it.
his thumb skims gently over that pinkening cheek again, admiring that lovely colour. the movement pauses as Tim speaks.
and it makes smile in return, adoration filling his warm brow eyes. ]
[ Tim's eyes seem distant for a moment as he calculates. Dick cares about him a lot, has from pretty much the moment that he accepted him as Robin, even if it wasn't romantic back then. But it's still a risk, to be vulnerable. One he's always shied away from. His own parents (the only people who should have been obligated) didn't find him worth loving. Bruce lost his mind and his capacity for love with Jason. None of the people he's dated have ever loved him, whether because he was unworthy or didn't allow it.
And neither himself nor Dick has been the most relationshippy of people. So he's not picking the safest option. ]
I want to be your boyfriend.
[ But he is picking the option that he wants the most.
Despite it being downright terrifying that Dick could hurt him in a way no one else had the power to. Despite the voice in the back of his head screaming he should run. He's Tim Drake. Former Robin. Current Red Robin. He just clenches his jaw and jumps, looking all determined just like on his first night in the suit. ]
But if that's not what you want, it's okay, Dick. I want you to be honest with me. Always.
[ Dick will have endless patience when it comes to Tim, as he hopes is obvious by now, not just through the years they’ve trained and fought by each others’ side, but from what they just did. it’s still true now, as he watches Tim thinking through his answer.
it’s not an easy question to answer. none of them are good at sharing their vulnerabilities, much less talking about what they’re scared of. more than Dick, Tim has always done things to prove he was enough, and all that time spent with Bruce didn’t help at all.
however, nothing could have prepared him for the boldness in Tim’s words next. his eyes widen ever so slightly, the surprise lifting his brows a little as determination sets hard and square on Tim’s face.
he doesn’t answer right away, and Tim elaborates. ]
I. That’s-- [ not what he expected. that’s totally what he wants too. that’s a surprise because it’s too soon, even though truly, he wants to be with Tim. however, hearing those words uttered from Tim’s mouth, without him pushing for it, slots right into a void that had been missing for him this whole time. Tim had always been so guarded with what he feels, that even if Dick had a pretty good idea and was happy to volunteer his own thoughts first, the shadow of doubt had still casted strong over that void. but now, Tim is saying this first, and the bravery in that action means more than anything else. ]
Tim, you know I’m shit at relationships but… [ he trails off, a genuine smile melting the corners of his mouth as he presses down against Tim and wraps him up in a tight embrace. he shuts his eyes and kisses Tim, his smile pressing against those lips he’s quickly become addicted to. he pulls away just enough to speak. ] If you'll take me like this, then I want you too. I want you to be my boyfriend.
[ Butterflies swarm in Tim's belly, warmth filling every inch of his body. He kisses Dick back eagerly, maybe a little desperate because-- fuck, he hoped he wouldn't be rejected, but he would have been okay. Having Dick say yes is maybe the best feeling he's ever had, and all he can do is grin like an idiot when Dick speaks again. His head tilts like a puppy as he gazes up at him. Does Dick not know how much he admires him? ]
Of course I'll take you like this. I wouldn't change anything about you, Dick. My feelings are because of who you are right now, not who I hope you're going to be.
[ Tim wouldn't have adored him any less if he'd said no. He'd have curbed his romantic feelings, obviously, but Dick would always just be incredible to him.
Another stolen little kiss, breathless but happy. He feels like he could actually giggle. Dick being a sap is rubbing off on him. Tim clings, eyes practically sparkling. He can't help but look like a fool. ]
[ a warm grin spreads across Dick’s mouth, barely even able to be contained even when Tim kisses him again. Dick presses even closer, shifting so he’s on top of Tim again, his elbows bracing against the mattress as their legs tangle together. he doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve it, but hearing those words from Tim fills him in a way he’s always yearned for.
someone who accepts him wholly how he is. as imperfect as he is. as fucked up as he is… and the look in Tim’s eyes, so happy and adoring. he steals another kiss, deeper this time, before he sneaks a leg between Tim’s.
good thing they haven’t showered yet. ]
Yeah, okay. Good plan.
[ the words are spoken murmured into Tim’s lips, lower in his tone with a promise laced in his voice. they’ll just stay here forever, because forever is how long it’ll take him to kiss every inch of Tim Drake, to commit every dip and plane of muscle to his memory, to finish tasting every single ounce of his new boyfriend. ]
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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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he draws his hand away from Tim's and instead, lets his fingers cup Tim's cheek, taking a beat to brush the pad of his thumb along the fading colour affectionately. finally, a small smile softens the line of his mouth. ]
I wish you would tell me what you're thinking, sometimes. There's so much going on in that head of yours.
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[ Even though he's aiming for playful, his smile doesn't quite reach his eyes, so who knows if he pulls it off. Tim can't help but press into Dick's touch, encouraging more of the easy affection that brings comfort. Finally, he sighs a little and sinks into the bed. Shrinks into it, almost. ]
That was amazing, I don't want to screw up and ruin everything. But if there's something you want to know, you can ask.
[ There, see. That was vulnerable. He's at least trying, which is more effort than he usually gives. Tim trusts Dick not to laugh at him, and if he's going to let him down it's going to be gently. Tim turns his head and gives Dick's palm a little kiss. ]
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Okay.
[ he pauses, taking in the way it feels a little reluctant, a little scared. it’s the last thing he wants from Tim, and the opposite of what he’s trying to express, not that it’s surprising to see Tim shy away from talking about anything of this nature. however, he’s not one to pry when there’s obvious discomfort from Tim. ]
Maybe I'll start, then…and you tell me if you don’t like it.
[ he shifts his hand and traces Tim’s lower lip with his thumb as he mulls over his words in a slow, luxurious sort of pace, a moment just for themselves. ]
I haven’t been with anyone in a while. I haven't even kissed anyone besides you in a long time. [ he smiles down at Tim, warm, perhaps sappy again, but it's clear enough that he's not completely at ease either, finding these unfamiliar words. ] So I'm not going anywhere either, Tim. You know I don't normally do this...slowly...but you're one of the most important people in my life. I didn't want to rush into anything that'll fuck things up between us but it hasn't been just physical for a while now.
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And then Dick actually speaks and Tim feels the flush returning to his face. It's a thrill, knowing someone as popular as Dick hasn't actually been spending his time with anyone else despite them having not talked about it yet. ]
I haven't either. Been with anyone else while we've been doing this, I mean.
[ It's still not the most comfortable thing, but there's more of a lightness to his voice. More importantly, he's not masking anything now that he feels safer. ]
I've... had feelings for you for a long time, Dick. But I don't want to ask too much of you.
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he wasn't lying when he said he'd do anything for Tim. if it means being vulnerable first, and expressing his own thoughts so Tim can feel safe to do the same in return, he'll do it.
his thumb skims gently over that pinkening cheek again, admiring that lovely colour. the movement pauses as Tim speaks.
and it makes smile in return, adoration filling his warm brow eyes. ]
What are you scared of that I'd find too much?
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And neither himself nor Dick has been the most relationshippy of people. So he's not picking the safest option. ]
I want to be your boyfriend.
[ But he is picking the option that he wants the most.
Despite it being downright terrifying that Dick could hurt him in a way no one else had the power to. Despite the voice in the back of his head screaming he should run. He's Tim Drake. Former Robin. Current Red Robin. He just clenches his jaw and jumps, looking all determined just like on his first night in the suit. ]
But if that's not what you want, it's okay, Dick. I want you to be honest with me. Always.
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it’s not an easy question to answer. none of them are good at sharing their vulnerabilities, much less talking about what they’re scared of. more than Dick, Tim has always done things to prove he was enough, and all that time spent with Bruce didn’t help at all.
however, nothing could have prepared him for the boldness in Tim’s words next. his eyes widen ever so slightly, the surprise lifting his brows a little as determination sets hard and square on Tim’s face.
he doesn’t answer right away, and Tim elaborates. ]
I. That’s-- [ not what he expected. that’s totally what he wants too. that’s a surprise because it’s too soon, even though truly, he wants to be with Tim. however, hearing those words uttered from Tim’s mouth, without him pushing for it, slots right into a void that had been missing for him this whole time. Tim had always been so guarded with what he feels, that even if Dick had a pretty good idea and was happy to volunteer his own thoughts first, the shadow of doubt had still casted strong over that void. but now, Tim is saying this first, and the bravery in that action means more than anything else. ]
Tim, you know I’m shit at relationships but… [ he trails off, a genuine smile melting the corners of his mouth as he presses down against Tim and wraps him up in a tight embrace. he shuts his eyes and kisses Tim, his smile pressing against those lips he’s quickly become addicted to. he pulls away just enough to speak. ] If you'll take me like this, then I want you too. I want you to be my boyfriend.
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Of course I'll take you like this. I wouldn't change anything about you, Dick. My feelings are because of who you are right now, not who I hope you're going to be.
[ Tim wouldn't have adored him any less if he'd said no. He'd have curbed his romantic feelings, obviously, but Dick would always just be incredible to him.
Another stolen little kiss, breathless but happy. He feels like he could actually giggle. Dick being a sap is rubbing off on him. Tim clings, eyes practically sparkling. He can't help but look like a fool. ]
Then we should just stay here forever.
🎀
someone who accepts him wholly how he is. as imperfect as he is. as fucked up as he is… and the look in Tim’s eyes, so happy and adoring. he steals another kiss, deeper this time, before he sneaks a leg between Tim’s.
good thing they haven’t showered yet. ]
Yeah, okay. Good plan.
[ the words are spoken murmured into Tim’s lips, lower in his tone with a promise laced in his voice. they’ll just stay here forever, because forever is how long it’ll take him to kiss every inch of Tim Drake, to commit every dip and plane of muscle to his memory, to finish tasting every single ounce of his new boyfriend. ]