Fic - Heat NC-17, Bruce/Dick
Title - Heat
Series - Batman (no particular -verse)
Rating - NC-17
Warning - Smut
Disclaimer - DC owns the boys, I own my perverted ideas - sadly they make the money, and I don’t.
Clasping tightly at broad shoulders, Dick Grayson - famous ward and costumed superhero, gasped loudly as his prostate was gently massaged.
“Bruce,” he whimpered, bringing his ankles up to lock behind the man’s wide back, “Please…”
“Please what?” the billionaire grinned, sweat trickling down his temples as he pushed himself in deeper.
“More…faster - harder; just move!” Dick’s voice broke on the last word as Bruce gave him what he wanted.
Moan after moan spilled unchecked from his mouth amidst desperate pants and gulping breaths.
The heat between them was building, and he longed to slip his hands free of their silk knot and bring himself off - but he’d been given his instructions; and he had to wait for the Bat to finish driving him out of his mind.
“Beautiful,” Bruce’s voice was low and silky, barely audible over the wet slapping sounds of their bodies grinding against each other, “Beautiful and mine - only mine.”
“Only yours,” Dick was sure his smile looked like a pained grimace, but the riptide of pleasure was dragging him away from care, and he bucked up harder, “Bruce - gonna…” he moaned loudly twice and stiffened, his untouched cock jerking and striping him from chin to navel in cum.
Shifting slightly, Bruce pressed down, and Dick found himself stifling a scream as the angle changed - a hot tongue licking him clean whilst Bruce’s cock nailed his over-sensitive insides.
“Dick…” the Bat groaned and spurted his own load with one brutal thrust.
They slumped down, panting - and the younger man found himself wincing as his lover slipped free and unbound his captive hands.
Gathering his sweat dampened locks up into a loose ponytail, he flicked it over his shoulder and looked saucily at his partner, “If this is how you’re going to react to suggestions of haircuts - I might need to consider it more often.”
Bruce responded with a half amused grunt and tugged him closer, sealing their lips together in a long lazy kiss.
They lay together until the need to get up and shower grew too strong to ignore, then headed down to the cave so they could meet Tim and go out on patrol - Batman, Robin and Nightwing - a Dynamic Trio and an unbeatable combination.
Series - Batman (no particular -verse)
Rating - NC-17
Warning - Smut
Disclaimer - DC owns the boys, I own my perverted ideas - sadly they make the money, and I don’t.
Clasping tightly at broad shoulders, Dick Grayson - famous ward and costumed superhero, gasped loudly as his prostate was gently massaged.
“Bruce,” he whimpered, bringing his ankles up to lock behind the man’s wide back, “Please…”
“Please what?” the billionaire grinned, sweat trickling down his temples as he pushed himself in deeper.
“More…faster - harder; just move!” Dick’s voice broke on the last word as Bruce gave him what he wanted.
Moan after moan spilled unchecked from his mouth amidst desperate pants and gulping breaths.
The heat between them was building, and he longed to slip his hands free of their silk knot and bring himself off - but he’d been given his instructions; and he had to wait for the Bat to finish driving him out of his mind.
“Beautiful,” Bruce’s voice was low and silky, barely audible over the wet slapping sounds of their bodies grinding against each other, “Beautiful and mine - only mine.”
“Only yours,” Dick was sure his smile looked like a pained grimace, but the riptide of pleasure was dragging him away from care, and he bucked up harder, “Bruce - gonna…” he moaned loudly twice and stiffened, his untouched cock jerking and striping him from chin to navel in cum.
Shifting slightly, Bruce pressed down, and Dick found himself stifling a scream as the angle changed - a hot tongue licking him clean whilst Bruce’s cock nailed his over-sensitive insides.
“Dick…” the Bat groaned and spurted his own load with one brutal thrust.
They slumped down, panting - and the younger man found himself wincing as his lover slipped free and unbound his captive hands.
Gathering his sweat dampened locks up into a loose ponytail, he flicked it over his shoulder and looked saucily at his partner, “If this is how you’re going to react to suggestions of haircuts - I might need to consider it more often.”
Bruce responded with a half amused grunt and tugged him closer, sealing their lips together in a long lazy kiss.
They lay together until the need to get up and shower grew too strong to ignore, then headed down to the cave so they could meet Tim and go out on patrol - Batman, Robin and Nightwing - a Dynamic Trio and an unbeatable combination.