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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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."

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"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.

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"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.

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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"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.

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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.

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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.

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

Everywhere else in his life, Dick was not a begger. He would never beg for his life, he would never beg for help. Forgiveness, maybe, but only when guilt consumed him.

In bed, however, Dick loved to beg, loved to be teased. He was unabashed in his reaction - letting it build, staring slow as he shifted against the silk, then pushing back harder into Rob's mouth, then lifting his hips, bending his knees. He groaned happily as fingers pressed into him, the shifting turning into a wanton writhe as he attempted to work himself further down onto those digits.

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Robin was loving all of it, every sound, every movement. Dick was shameless, and Robin adored it, even more so because it seemed something of a contrast to his strong presence and body. Dick was obviously loving what Robin was doing to him, and there was no doubt that Robin loved being loved.

It was a long moment before Robin finally lifted his head and moved away. He didn't say a word, just left Dick there on the sheets and slipped away for a moment, returning minutes later with a condom and a bottle of lubricant.

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

Dick was left panting on the bed, arms stretched above him and cheek pressed to the silk. He was almost painfully hard, his cock trapped under his body, the weight and the smooth friction of the silk enough to make him shudder every time he moved.

The pause gave him time to catch his breath and so when Rob returned, he was no longer on the verge of coming - certainly an embarrassment - and he smiled when he came back into view. Mussed hair had fallen into blue eyes and he pushed up onto his forearms to shake it out of the way.

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"Could I persuade onto your hands and knees, gorgeous?" Robin asked smoothly, climbing back onto the bed and sliding one hand languidly along Dick's side.

"Tell me," he added quietly, leaning down to speak into Dick's ear. "Are you convinced yet?"

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Dick pushed up as he was asked, settling comfortably on hands and knees, although he would probably end up on knees and forearms at some point in the very near future. "Close," he murmured, letting his head drop as a shiver chased over his skin at the brush of Rob's hand.

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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."

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

"Nnn-already am-" the words came out at the end of a groan. Dick arched his back, pressing himself further down onto those fingers. He'd completely forgotten about the food, in fact, and now was going even further to forget anything but Robin's hands on him.

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"That's right, gorgeous," Robin purred, and pulled his fingers away, patting Dick's ass lightly before kissing the back of his neck. As he slicked up his cock, he added with some humor, "Oh, and I should mention that you're welcome to be as loud as you like. The walls are soundproofed."

Expensive, but a good investment.

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

"Not that I'd care," he said breathlessly, shifting again on the bed, "maybe I like an audience some times." He laughed at his own joke, head dropping as he settled himself, relaxing and waiting.

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Robin chuckled at that. "Oh, that can be arranged, trust me. Maybe next time, though."

He'd have suggested the balcony, but he'd already been arrested once for that.

Slick and hard and ready, he finally settled himself behind dick, nudging at his entrance. "Sure you're ready?" he purred, just barely pushing in the tip. A testament to his self control, though really... he just wanted to hear Dick ask for it.

[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.