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goodfellow ([personal profile] goodfellow) wrote2010-02-20 10:02 pm
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for Dick (NSFW)

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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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[identity profile] puckfellow.livejournal.com 2010-02-25 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
"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?"

[identity profile] last-grayson.livejournal.com 2010-02-25 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Nothing, at the moment." He chewed thoughtfully, "pleasantly unemployed."

[identity profile] puckfellow.livejournal.com 2010-02-25 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Really?" Robin lifted a brow. "Well, now I feel guilty for allowing you to buy me dinner."

[identity profile] last-grayson.livejournal.com 2010-02-25 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not hurting for money," he said lightly, "don't worry about it. It was my pleasure, trust me."

[identity profile] puckfellow.livejournal.com 2010-02-25 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
"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?"

[identity profile] last-grayson.livejournal.com 2010-02-25 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
"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.

[identity profile] puckfellow.livejournal.com 2010-02-25 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
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.

[identity profile] last-grayson.livejournal.com 2010-02-25 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Not a horrible idea," he teased back one hand stroking over Robin's stomach as he nuzzled.
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