Meme for a Monday Morning
"When you see this, please write some porn for me" (or, really, anything with characters interacting or contemplating each other, it's not required to be porn. But porn would be spiffy. )
Thank you :) You'll have helped me not gnaw off my own arm from sheer boredom.
Thank you :) You'll have helped me not gnaw off my own arm from sheer boredom.
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Twice was more difficult and after three times…
By this point Dick only wished he could lose count and stop thinking about it, labeling each incident as it came.
Every touch, hair ruffle, implying, testing.
He remembered every nerve strike he'd taught. Tucking a blindfold briskly around Robin's mask, and laughing and everything with Tim.
Tim.
And now they were here. He wasn't stupid and he knew he was as fucked up as Bruce was, only in different ways. It was all there in the simple blue of Tim eyes and if he wanted to just...sink into it, he could.
There wasn't even a question of Tim letting him.
He smelled a little like Bruce, like he'd been using the same shampoo and it was wrong and horrible that even that didn't make him want to stop. Only made his hands shake, sex-clumsy in a way that they never are and a lapful of warm, naked boy should never be enough of an excuse for that.
Dick licked at the soft line of bruises down Tim's throat that he had no memory of biting into place and breathes him in, Bruce-scented and hands tightened painfully in Dick's hair. If he looked up, if he could look up, he knew exactly which smile would be on Tim's face, sharp-edged and wrong and it was shaming that it was easier not to see it.
Easier to turn him on his belly and take everything that was being offered to him, bury his face in dark, dark hair and just not look at all.
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