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]

"Body like Apollo," Robin murmured, climbing onto the bed beside Dick and drawing his hand lightly over his chiseled chest. Maybe he seemed a little more familiar with that statement than he should be, but it was true enough, at least, for a mortal. Apollo was... oh, hell. It had been, what, three thousand years? Still the most beautiful creature Robin had ever had in his bed.

Though there was one thing that was different... scars. Apollo was more a lover than a fighter, but he wouldn't have scarred anyway. And Puck was more than a little surprised to find that Dick had the skin of a warrior underneath his clothes.

"Aren't you just full of surprises," he murmured, and leaned down and brushed his lips to Dick's abdomen, tongue flicking out to trace the line of a muscle.

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

"I like to keep people on their toes," he said after his breath had finished sticking in his throat. Muscle tensed under Robin's lips and he pushed up on his forearms to watch the man's dark head move over his abdomen. Dick smiled and let his own head drop to the side, eyes hooding.

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"Your body tells tales," Robin added, tracing the line of one of the longer scars on Dick's abdomen with his finger. "I would be interested in listen."

It was obvious that Robin was indeed more interested now. Dick was really quite the find. Robin had a great interest in war stories, particularly the ones that were written on a man's body.

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

"Long tales," he said, using the moment to calm his breath, "involved tales." He wasn't sure he could come up with lies fast enough to explain them all. Usually people didn't ask, or made up their own stories in their heads, but Robin was clearly intrigued.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"I adore long, involved tales," Robin purred, and as if to demonstrate just how much, he bent his head and licked a long, involved line up the length of Dick's erection.

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

He huffed out a breath of hot air, skin flushing at the wet touch of Rob's tongue. He bent a knee so he could shift under the other man, fingers curling in the silk at his sides. "They're less impressive than you think," he said, grasping at straws.

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Robin looked up at him and smiled. "Oh, most are compared to mine, but that doesn't mean I don't like to hear them."

He brushed his lips across Dick's inner thigh and watched his cock twitch, then added, "How about another bargain?" A kiss to the other thigh. "I'll keep doing this..." One more long, slow lick. "If you tell me the story of one scar, while I'm doing it."

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

Dick gave another muffled "mmmph..." as he sank back into the pillows, a hand coming up to slide into Robin's hair. "M'from Gotham City," he said, figuring he could tell some of these stories and just leave out the I'm Nightwing part, "lot of gang wars. Black Mask was this mobster trying to consolidate everything under his control and I got caught in the cross fire." He reached down to take Rob's hand and guide it to the bullet scar in his thigh.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin moved his mouth so that he could drag his tongue over the scar. It was truly erotic for him. After all this time... perfection bored him.

"Wrong place, wrong time?" he murmured, sweeping his eyes up, obviously expecting clarification. And then to remind him of his end of the bargain, Robin moved again and closed his mouth around Dick's cock.

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

"S-something like that." His chest was heaving slowly and he swallowed hard, licking suddenly dry lips. It was incredibly hard to come up with a convincing lie with Rob's lips sealed around his cock and he was beginning to question whether or not a lie was even worth it.

Yes came Batman's voice, of course it is. Don't be reckless.

The intrusion of Batman's growl - ugh now was not the time to be thinking of Bruce - was enough to jolt him out of the haze. "I get ahead of myself sometimes, think I can help people. It was chaos on the streets and they didn't like me trying to get in the way of their terrorizing people."

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

That actually sounded about right to Robin. Dick struck him as the type. Of course, what it did not explain were the other scars. But Robin had made a bargain, and he intended to keep it - one story.

Upholding his end, he immediately went about showing Dick some of the amazing things he'd learned to do with his tongue in his very, very long lifetime.

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

Happy to not be talking about scars anymore, Dick settled in for a long bout of enjoying all those things Rob had learned to do with his tongue. He soon had the larger man shifting restlessly against the skill, breath getting heavier and his grip tightening in Rob's dark hair. "God-" anything he'd been about to say was cut off by a low, pleased moan, and Dick struggled not to thrust up, eager for more of that warm mouth.

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It was at that point that Robin pulled away, drawing his tongue once more along the stiff length before raising his head and looking at Dick.

"I didn't tell you I'd finish," he teased. "At least... not yet."

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

"Don't wanna finish yet," he murmured, blue eyes opening again to look down at him, "I still have a lot to see from you, just how good you actually are." Dick smirked, eyes glinting almost mischievously.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"What, I haven't convinced you already?" Robin smirked and then pulled himself up, swinging a leg over Dick so that he was straddling his hips. His impressive erection curved upward just enough so that it didn't quite rest on Dick's chest.

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

"I like to my evidence to be concrete," he teased back, pushing up onto one hand so their hips locked, trapping Rob's cock between them.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin made a soft sound of approval at the sudden friction, then reached out to cup the back of Dick's neck and leaned in to kiss him fiercely. He was starting to get impatient for more, truth be told.

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

Dick was more than willing to give him anything he wanted, except maybe more stories. He returned the kiss with equal ardor, letting soft little whimpers escape him as he opened his mouth to Rob's tongue, alternatively sucking at it and tangling it with his own. Both arms wrapped around the man, holding him to his chest.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin groaned into the kiss, feeling himself simply getting more aroused with each passing second. When it broke, he murmured, "You truly do have a magnificent body. I think I'd like to become intimately acquainted with even more of it."

He glanced over his shoulder for a moment then, catching a glimpse at them in the very large mirror on the wall facing the bed. A touch of vanity, yes, but also an appreciation for aesthetics. And the image of his own smooth, arched back surrounded by Dick's muscular arms was a lovely sight indeed.

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

Dick hadn't noticed the mirror. Even when Rob turned to look over his shoulder, he was more interested in leaving a trail of lingering kisses over Rob's throat and collarbone. "Just say the word," he murmured into his skin, God so smooth, and almost sweet, "whatever you want."

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"Hmmmm. Whatever I want... that's a dangerous thing indeed." Robin smiled and kissed Dick once more before climbing off of him.

"Turn over onto your stomach," he purred. "And I'll show you a few more things I can do with my tongue."

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

Dick grinned and did as he was told. Head pillowed on his arms, Dick settled in face down, legs relaxed and parted, but not spread. "Fuck..." he laughed, pressing his face into his arms, "the silk feels..." Against certain bits of anatomy, it was almost torturous. His hips shifted and he bit back a groan.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

A smile pulled at Robin's lips. "Yes, I thought you might like that," he said smugly. Then he moved downward, trailing his lips down Dick's back, until he reached the perfect curve of his ass. "Zeus' balls, but you've got an ass tighter than a lyre string," he purred approvingly, before dragging his tongue along the line of his entrance.

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

Dick laughed at the interest expletive, but the sound was quickly choked by another groan. Hips shifting again, he lifted unabashedly into Rob's tongue. He was flushing hot, and that tight ass was pulled tighter as muscle clenched, but Dick fought to relax, curling his fingers sharply in the silk instead.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Oh, but that was delicious, that reaction, the sounds he made, the way his body moved. Robin was absolutely dying to bury himself inside Dick, but he had a lot of practice taking his time, too. And he wanted the mortal man begging for it by the time he took him.

And so Robin proceeded to show Dick more of those amazing things, tongue and eventually fingers working him like he was a finely tuned instrument.