A Bit of Exhibitionism (DC)
Title: A Bit of Exhibitionism
Author:
miss_synph
Pairing: Bruce Wayne/Dick Grayson
Fandom: DC Comics
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The view from Bruce's office has always been spectacular.
Disclaimer: I don't claim ownership for anything in this story. Dick and Bruce are owned by the guys over at DC.
Warnings: semi-public sex
They’re in Bruce’s office and the door isn’t locked.
They didn’t have time to lock it before they started and some part of Dick’s lust-fogged mind is worried that Lucius will come in and see their bodies pressed up against one of the windows on the far side of the room.
The rest of Dick's mind is more than a little bit excited by the idea that someone might walk in on them.
Dick’s hands are pressed to the cool side of one of the massive plate-glass windows that serve as walls for his older lover’s office. His hands shake and his fingers scrabble for purchase on the smooth surface as heat surges through his veins and makes standing seem like the least welcome option.
“B-Bruce,” Dick calls out shamelessly as he pushes his ass back against the two thick fingers that are pushing inside of him slowly, opening him up slowly enough to make him curse and try to shove back on those long digits. When he tries to fuck himself on Bruce’s fingers, Bruce grips his hip with the hand that isn’t currently working him towards a fast orgasm and holds him still.
Teeth score the back of his neck as a warning and then Bruce’s breath rushes over the skin there, tickling the hair at the nape of Dick’s exposed neck as air hits the saliva from Bruce’s light bite. “Don’t move unless I give you permission,” Bruce growls and there’s just enough of the Bat in his voice that Dick finds himself panting in response as he shifts so that he can press his cheek against the glass and moan his submission against the cool surface.
When Bruce spreads his fingers inside of Dick, the younger man chokes on a moan and nearly comes right then and there. His eyes squeeze shut and his breath starts to come faster as Bruce kisses his shoulder. Every thrust of Bruce's fingers makes Dick's hips jerk uncontrollably and his cock bobs and presses against the cold glass, smearing the smooth surface with pre-come. "Oh, fuck," he gasps out when Bruce's fingers press into his prostate and he finds himself working to get Bruce deeper and when he feels the scrape of Bruce's blunt fingernails over his hip, he shivers and reaches back to spread himself open for Bruce in invitation.
Bruce growls something unintelligible against Dick's ear and then there are three fingers pushing inside of Dick's body.
The slight burn is exquisite and Dick moans his approval loud into the air. He's so close and the forceful thrusts that drag Bruce's knuckles over his nerves make his knees weak and he cant stop rocking back onto Bruce's fingers even though he knows that he doesn't have permission to move. When Bruce scratches a nail over one of Dick's nipples, Dick reacts beautifully, back bowing as the tip of his erection leaves a wet smear over the glass.
"Fuck me," Dick finds himself growling out as he struggles to keep from coming apart from dual pleasures wracking his body -the steady scrape of Bruce's nails over his skin coupled with the burn and stretch from being fucked to pieces by Bruce's fingers for the better part of an hour. "This was supposed to be a quickie-"
Dick's sentence trails off into a quietly desperate moan as he feels Bruce's fingers slide out of his body.
He only has a second to moan for the loss because a heartbeat later, Bruce spins him around and presses his back against the glass. Their eyes meet and Dick isn't imagining the spark that flies between them and makes his cock twitch and spatter their stomachs with pre-come. "Are you going to fuck me now or do I have to put up with more teasing?"
"If this isn't enough for you," Bruce murmurs with his mouth barely a few inches away from Dick's parted lips, "You can always leave." But the heat in his eyes and the grab of his hand on Dick's ass speak the truth.
Dick beams up at Bruce and then winds his arms around the older man's neck so that he can close the distance between them.
The kiss that they share is hot and sweet and slow and Dick can't stop moaning because Bruce just feels so good against him and the hand on his ass moves down to grip at his left thigh and pull his leg up and-
Dick's head knocks back against the window hard enough to hurt but he doesn't notice because Bruce's thick cock is nudging at his hole and he doesn't want to miss the almost piercing feeling of being filled and fucked and owned.
"Relax," Bruce urges as he pushes in and in and in until the heat of Dick's body is the only thing that he knows aside from his name (and even that is a little shaky) and every sucked-in breath makes Dick's muscles ripple around him and he thrusts a little bit because he can. He gets one of Dick's long, lean legs over his shoulder and presses in until their chests are pressed together and every motion makes Dick's eyes go wide and he shouldn't live for moments like this, but Dick's mouth is so inviting and his body is just so hot.
Bruce kisses Dick firmly on the mouth, drinking in the younger man's moans as he rocks forward and tries to meet every thrust of Bruce's lean hips.
Dick digs his nails into Bruce's broad shoulders hard enough to draw blood and he moans his lover's name loudly as the angle shifts and suddenly Bruce's angle shifts and he's hitting his prostate with every touch.
Neither man is going to last long.
They can't.
They can't possibly last longer than the span of a few heartbeats because their muscles are straining, their mouths meshing and every thrust of Bruce's powerful hips spears Dick deeper and by now Dick's nails have scratched the hell out of Bruce's back and they're practically sharing the same breath.
They're so close.
They're so hard.
They've needed this (each other...sexual relief...a gentle touch) for so long.
The tumble off of desire's treacherous edge leaves them cling to each other, bodies pressed so close together that individuality seems to be a thing of the past.
Dick's eyes are wide and his chest is heaving as he hangs in the hazy afterglow and just savors the way that Bruce's softening cock feels inside of him. He strokes his fingers over Bruce's shoulder down to his chest, petting his older lover's chest hair as he relaxes.
He lets Bruce kiss him and then sighs softly as he moves his leg from where it is still braced on Bruce's shoulder, frowning a little for the soreness he feels in the muscles there.
"Next time we're doing this over your desk."
Bruce doesn't argue.
Author:
miss_synph
Pairing: Bruce Wayne/Dick Grayson
Fandom: DC Comics
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The view from Bruce's office has always been spectacular.
Disclaimer: I don't claim ownership for anything in this story. Dick and Bruce are owned by the guys over at DC.
Warnings: semi-public sex
They’re in Bruce’s office and the door isn’t locked.
They didn’t have time to lock it before they started and some part of Dick’s lust-fogged mind is worried that Lucius will come in and see their bodies pressed up against one of the windows on the far side of the room.
The rest of Dick's mind is more than a little bit excited by the idea that someone might walk in on them.
Dick’s hands are pressed to the cool side of one of the massive plate-glass windows that serve as walls for his older lover’s office. His hands shake and his fingers scrabble for purchase on the smooth surface as heat surges through his veins and makes standing seem like the least welcome option.
“B-Bruce,” Dick calls out shamelessly as he pushes his ass back against the two thick fingers that are pushing inside of him slowly, opening him up slowly enough to make him curse and try to shove back on those long digits. When he tries to fuck himself on Bruce’s fingers, Bruce grips his hip with the hand that isn’t currently working him towards a fast orgasm and holds him still.
Teeth score the back of his neck as a warning and then Bruce’s breath rushes over the skin there, tickling the hair at the nape of Dick’s exposed neck as air hits the saliva from Bruce’s light bite. “Don’t move unless I give you permission,” Bruce growls and there’s just enough of the Bat in his voice that Dick finds himself panting in response as he shifts so that he can press his cheek against the glass and moan his submission against the cool surface.
When Bruce spreads his fingers inside of Dick, the younger man chokes on a moan and nearly comes right then and there. His eyes squeeze shut and his breath starts to come faster as Bruce kisses his shoulder. Every thrust of Bruce's fingers makes Dick's hips jerk uncontrollably and his cock bobs and presses against the cold glass, smearing the smooth surface with pre-come. "Oh, fuck," he gasps out when Bruce's fingers press into his prostate and he finds himself working to get Bruce deeper and when he feels the scrape of Bruce's blunt fingernails over his hip, he shivers and reaches back to spread himself open for Bruce in invitation.
Bruce growls something unintelligible against Dick's ear and then there are three fingers pushing inside of Dick's body.
The slight burn is exquisite and Dick moans his approval loud into the air. He's so close and the forceful thrusts that drag Bruce's knuckles over his nerves make his knees weak and he cant stop rocking back onto Bruce's fingers even though he knows that he doesn't have permission to move. When Bruce scratches a nail over one of Dick's nipples, Dick reacts beautifully, back bowing as the tip of his erection leaves a wet smear over the glass.
"Fuck me," Dick finds himself growling out as he struggles to keep from coming apart from dual pleasures wracking his body -the steady scrape of Bruce's nails over his skin coupled with the burn and stretch from being fucked to pieces by Bruce's fingers for the better part of an hour. "This was supposed to be a quickie-"
Dick's sentence trails off into a quietly desperate moan as he feels Bruce's fingers slide out of his body.
He only has a second to moan for the loss because a heartbeat later, Bruce spins him around and presses his back against the glass. Their eyes meet and Dick isn't imagining the spark that flies between them and makes his cock twitch and spatter their stomachs with pre-come. "Are you going to fuck me now or do I have to put up with more teasing?"
"If this isn't enough for you," Bruce murmurs with his mouth barely a few inches away from Dick's parted lips, "You can always leave." But the heat in his eyes and the grab of his hand on Dick's ass speak the truth.
Dick beams up at Bruce and then winds his arms around the older man's neck so that he can close the distance between them.
The kiss that they share is hot and sweet and slow and Dick can't stop moaning because Bruce just feels so good against him and the hand on his ass moves down to grip at his left thigh and pull his leg up and-
Dick's head knocks back against the window hard enough to hurt but he doesn't notice because Bruce's thick cock is nudging at his hole and he doesn't want to miss the almost piercing feeling of being filled and fucked and owned.
"Relax," Bruce urges as he pushes in and in and in until the heat of Dick's body is the only thing that he knows aside from his name (and even that is a little shaky) and every sucked-in breath makes Dick's muscles ripple around him and he thrusts a little bit because he can. He gets one of Dick's long, lean legs over his shoulder and presses in until their chests are pressed together and every motion makes Dick's eyes go wide and he shouldn't live for moments like this, but Dick's mouth is so inviting and his body is just so hot.
Bruce kisses Dick firmly on the mouth, drinking in the younger man's moans as he rocks forward and tries to meet every thrust of Bruce's lean hips.
Dick digs his nails into Bruce's broad shoulders hard enough to draw blood and he moans his lover's name loudly as the angle shifts and suddenly Bruce's angle shifts and he's hitting his prostate with every touch.
Neither man is going to last long.
They can't.
They can't possibly last longer than the span of a few heartbeats because their muscles are straining, their mouths meshing and every thrust of Bruce's powerful hips spears Dick deeper and by now Dick's nails have scratched the hell out of Bruce's back and they're practically sharing the same breath.
They're so close.
They're so hard.
They've needed this (each other...sexual relief...a gentle touch) for so long.
The tumble off of desire's treacherous edge leaves them cling to each other, bodies pressed so close together that individuality seems to be a thing of the past.
Dick's eyes are wide and his chest is heaving as he hangs in the hazy afterglow and just savors the way that Bruce's softening cock feels inside of him. He strokes his fingers over Bruce's shoulder down to his chest, petting his older lover's chest hair as he relaxes.
He lets Bruce kiss him and then sighs softly as he moves his leg from where it is still braced on Bruce's shoulder, frowning a little for the soreness he feels in the muscles there.
"Next time we're doing this over your desk."
Bruce doesn't argue.