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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[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."

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"That I am," Robin said cheerfully with a wink, and dipped a potsticker into sauce before offering it to Dick. "And no worries if you get a little on the sheets, housekeeper's coming in the morning."

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

Dick laughed with half the potsticker in his mouth. "Didn't I already kinda get something on the sheets?"

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin popped the other half in his own mouth. Then he smiled. "Oh, well, perhaps that's why the housekeeper comes every morning."

Robin did not do housework.

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

He laughed again, chewing and shaking his head. "Make me feel special, why don't you."

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"Right now you're the most special thing in the world to me, darling," Robin said cheerfully, and handed off a box of fried rice to Dick. "Should we play 20 questions now? All I know about you is that you're from Gotham, have spent some time in the wrong place at the wrong time, and are a fantastic lay." Normally he wouldn't care to know much more, really, but something about Dick he found interesting.

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

"And the circus," he said before forking some rice into his mouth, "don't forget about the circus."

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"Oh right, the circus." Robin smirked as he speared another potsticker. "I wasn't disappointed, by the way, You are very bendy. But what do you do now?"

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

"Nothing, at the moment." He chewed thoughtfully, "pleasantly unemployed."

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"Really?" Robin lifted a brow. "Well, now I feel guilty for allowing you to buy me dinner."

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

"I'm not hurting for money," he said lightly, "don't worry about it. It was my pleasure, trust me."

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"Oh, you're not hurting for money...?" Robin grinned at him. "In that case, I don't suppose you're in the market for a car?"

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

"Emphatically no," he said, laughing and shaking his head. If Dick got a car, he'd be designing it himself. "But thanks for the offer." He set the box of rice to the side before rolling onto his stomach and nuzzling into Robin's throat.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin made a noise low in the back of this throat, not unlike a purr. "If you're unemployed perhaps I ought to just keep you here as a pet," he murmured fondly, and slid his fingers through Dick's hair. Not seriously, but fondly.

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

"Not a horrible idea," he teased back one hand stroking over Robin's stomach as he nuzzled.