Robin grinned as he watched him, feeling like the cat who ate the canary. Or the cat who was about to eat the canary.

He paused to slick his fingers with oil that smelled slightly of jasmine. Though Dick was already stretched and wet from his previous ministrations, he slid two fingers inside him just to be sure. And as he did so, he leaned down over him and spoke into his ear again, "You are about to be so glad you decided to get that Chinese to go."