for Dick (NSFW)

[goodfellow]

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"I was kidding," he said as he dropped the bag of food on the side table, "about the food." Dick stepped forward to slide an arm around Rob's shoulders. He was intent on the man, not the food, and the silk sheets that had been stuck in his head since he'd met Rob as Nightwing.

Robin actually was rather hungry, but he was more interested in sex (the world would simply not be right were this not the case), and rather fond of post-coital food-in-bed besides.

He pressed himself close to Dick, draped his arms loosely around his waist, and kissed him. It was not a tentative first kiss, but one filled with confidence as to where they were headed.

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[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

"God, yes, you awful tease," he moaned, still laughing. Dick tensed, then took a deep breath, relaxing again. "You want me to say it? You want to hear it out loud?"

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin wouldn't have insisted on it if he hadn't asked, but...

He grinned. "Now I do," he said, and pushed in maybe a centimeter farther.

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

"God, Rob," he moaned again, "fuck me." Dick looked back over his shoulder, clearly delighted, but wriggling back almost as hard as he could, wordlessly demanding it.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"You're shameless," Robin sighed fondly, stroking a hand over Dick's back, "and I love it."

Quite done with teasing by now, he pushed inside Dick. He took his time, inch by inch, because he wanted him to be able to take it all, to feel Robin filling him up.

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

"Jesus." He clenched his teeth tight, squeezing his eyes shut. It wasn't that he was badly prepared. It was that, well, Robin was kind of enormous. By the time he was seated, Dick was gasping happily and he fallen down onto his forearms, effectively pushing his ass up until he was flush with Rob's hips.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin groaned, letting his eyes drop closed for a moment at the pure pleasure of it. Dick was tight and hot and perfect, just like he'd known he would be.

For a moment, Robin leaned down against Dick's back. He murmured a few soft endearments in Greek, and then straightened again and slowly began to thrust.

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

Dick moved back as best he could to meet Rob's hips. His back was curved in a smooth dip, forearms sliding against the silk, and he braced himself for leverage. For a moment, he thought to encourage Rob on harder, but no - he liked the slow pace, the burn of friction that shivered up his spine. Rob filled him completely, stretched even, and it made him groan with each thrust.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"You're gorgeous," Robin purred. "Perfect. Absolutely perfect." He continued to thrust for some time before bending at the waist and sliding a hand around to curl his fingers around Dick's cock.

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

"Yes," he murmured, shuddering, "yes, God, that's good." It was exactly the kind of distraction he was looking for. It was one thing to swing yourself off buildings, the rush of the drop was incredible, but these heat, and the weight of Robin inside him - not better, but so different and God so good.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"Is it now?" Robin murmured, and began to stroke Dick's cock in time with his thrusts. He was beginning to feel the slow burn of pleasure coiling up inside him, waiting for the perfect opportunity to spring.

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

He whimpered, nodding in response, and his hips began a slow rock between Rob's hand and his hips. Sweat was sticking his hair to the back of his neck and he dropped his head forward between his arms, pulling the line of his back taut. He could feel drops of sweat roll down his spine toward his shoulders and each inch of skin was sensitized, leaving him breathless.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin leaned over him more, breath hot against Dick's neck. He continued to thrust, whispering soft endearments in Greek. "How does this feel, agori mou?" he purred after some time, the breathless heat dripping from his voice. "You are like heaven."

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

"God damn it," he gritted out as he shuddered hard, orgasm tantalizingly close. "Yes, that's good..." his breath hitched dramatically as Robin hit that perfect spot again, and again, making Dick claw at the silk, hips wriggling back desperately.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"Oh yes," Robin groaned, "oh yes, it's good."

His stamina came from a great deal of practice, and he had every intention of watching Dick come first. It was only polite on a first 'date', he thought.

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." He gasped the words, spine going rigid as heat coiled tight in his groin before snapping. Dick came with a breathless moan, still forcing himself back over Robin's cock. Oh that was good, and as every muscle in his body turned to liquid heat, he realized it had been just what he'd needed.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Oh yes, it was very good.

Robin's fingers dug hard into Dick's hips as he thrust once, twice more, hard, and then let out a sharp, almost triumphant cry, and came.

When it subsided, he shuddered and smiled, saying fondly, "Oh darling, you are a treasure."

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

"Nice to hear it once in a while," he panted, cheek pressed to the sheets, entire body limp. He was exhausted for a moment, but pretty soon he'd be ravenous.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin bent to kiss the back of Dick's neck and then stretched to grab some tissues from the nightstand. He cleaned both of them up with quick, practiced hands, and then kissed him once more.

"You make yourself comfortable," he said. "I'm going to bring you dinner in bed."

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

"God damn," he murmured as he settled comfortably on his stomach, the dark silk twisted around his legs but the rest of him bare and still damp with sweat. "You're like a machine."

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin laughed at that, deep and rich. "So I am. I do hope you approve."

Then he climbed off of the bed and swept through the room, still nude, with the ease of someone completely comfortable in his own skin. He returned five minutes later with the Chinese food portioned in bowls and on a tray, with chopsticks.

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

"Do I have to turn over to eat?" he asked, voice muffled by the sheets, "cuz I'm not sure I have the energy."

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin snorted and climbed onto the bed, sitting up on a number of pillows and settling the tray neatly on his lap. "You're welcome to nap if you like," he said, "but I plan to enjoy some mandarin chicken. You've left me quite famished."

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

"Glad to know I returned the favor," he quipped before rolling onto his back with a groan. Dick pushed up onto his forearms and scooted back until he was settled against the headboard, all but draped on Rob's shoulder. "Looks good."

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin smirked. "So do you," he said, eyes drifting over Dick's body. Then he picked up a piece of chicken expertly with the chopsticks and held it to Dick's mouth.

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

Dick opened his mouth happily and gave a pleased hum when the chicken landed on his tongue. Comfort food. Mandarin chicken on silk sheets. Could he really ask for anything more? "Still hot, too."