Finger Fucked (DC)
Title: Finger Fucked
Author:
miss_synph
Pairing or Characters: Bruce Wayne/Dick Grayson
Fandom: DC
Rating: NC-17
Contains: Fisting
Disclaimer: Neither of these characters belong to me.
Dick should feel ridiculous.
He should feel stupid for being so exposed to Bruce’s eyes as his legs slide apart so that he can feel the slight scratch of the terrycloth towel against the skin of his knees. Instead, the only thing that the young man feels as he rests his weight on his elbows and rocks back against the pressure of Bruce's latex-clad fingers as they push against his hole is need strong enough to make him choke on a low moan.
Dick tries to keep silent as lube drips down over his balls and the slick sound of latex over skin echoes in his ears as Bruce pulls out and then pushes in with three thick fingers. He tries to stop himself from moaning and biting at the pillow underneath his head when Bruce traces the rim of his stretched out hole with one of his large thumbs. Dick’s muscles are clenching around Bruce’s fingers with every breath that Dick sucks in, rippling as the older man works his prostate mercilessly.
He’s whining steadily into the expensive down pillow underneath his head and there’s drool leaking out of the corner of his slack mouth to puddle against his cheek.
It’s not exactly sexy, but Dick knows better than to think that Bruce won’t want him when he’s like this.
So easy.
So open.
So close to giving in to abandon and coming all over the towel underneath him.
And Bruce only has three fingers inside of him so far…
Dick is already so close to reaching orgasm that his attempts to stay silent are mostly in vain. The young man can’t stop himself from moaning Bruce’s name in a high tone that wavers and cracks but there’s too much pleasure for him to feel embarrassed about how desperate he sounds.
Bruce presses a kiss to the sweat-dampened skin of Dick’s back as he fucks his lover open with slow thrusts of his fingers. “Tell me if it’s too much for you,” he murmurs in a low tone that is meant to be soothing even as he adds a fourth finger to the ones already inside of his younger lover. “I never want to hurt you, not in this.”
Dick’s answering moan sounds weak to his own ears. He sounds wrecked, fucked stupid in seconds as he bucks for the stretch of his muscles as they strain around the thickness of Bruce’s fingers inside of him. “You won’t,” he breathes after he licks his dry lips with a quick swipe of his tongue. “You couldn’t.”
That’s the need talking. They both know it.
Bruce kisses a trail over the scar-covered planes of Dick’s back, using the taste of salt on skin to distract his mind even as he spreads his fingers apart in maddeningly small increments until his lover is all but sobbing against the pillow he has stuffed in his mouth. Dick is rocking his hips back to meet the thrusts of Bruce’s hand and a flush has streaked down to paint his back bright red-
It is an inspiring sight. One that makes Bruce lick his lips and curl his fingers against his lover’s prostate because he needs to tear a reaction from Dick’s parted lips.
“B-big hands,” Dick stammers when Bruce finally adds his thumb to the digits fucking him open. “F-fuck-” The muscles of his thighs tremble as Dick works to keep his balance, but his cock is leaking steadily against the towel as he feels the widest part of Bruce’s massive hand push against the rim of his hole.
He doesn’t think that he can take it.
There’s no way.
Dick opens his mouth to beg, but before the words are formed, Bruce is pushing in in in and there’s heat/pressure/perfection-
Tears stream down Dick’s face and he doesn’t even understand at first why his face is wet because he’s had sex like this before.
He’s been fucked.
He’s been owned.
He’s been taken.
But nothing previous seems equal to the pleasure of Bruce taking him like this. Nothing can compare and if Dick is being honest with himself as he shakes through the brush of strong knuckles against his prostate, Bruce has probably spoiled him for any future lovers that he might have.
Author:
miss_synph
Pairing or Characters: Bruce Wayne/Dick Grayson
Fandom: DC
Rating: NC-17
Contains: Fisting
Disclaimer: Neither of these characters belong to me.
Dick should feel ridiculous.
He should feel stupid for being so exposed to Bruce’s eyes as his legs slide apart so that he can feel the slight scratch of the terrycloth towel against the skin of his knees. Instead, the only thing that the young man feels as he rests his weight on his elbows and rocks back against the pressure of Bruce's latex-clad fingers as they push against his hole is need strong enough to make him choke on a low moan.
Dick tries to keep silent as lube drips down over his balls and the slick sound of latex over skin echoes in his ears as Bruce pulls out and then pushes in with three thick fingers. He tries to stop himself from moaning and biting at the pillow underneath his head when Bruce traces the rim of his stretched out hole with one of his large thumbs. Dick’s muscles are clenching around Bruce’s fingers with every breath that Dick sucks in, rippling as the older man works his prostate mercilessly.
He’s whining steadily into the expensive down pillow underneath his head and there’s drool leaking out of the corner of his slack mouth to puddle against his cheek.
It’s not exactly sexy, but Dick knows better than to think that Bruce won’t want him when he’s like this.
So easy.
So open.
So close to giving in to abandon and coming all over the towel underneath him.
And Bruce only has three fingers inside of him so far…
Dick is already so close to reaching orgasm that his attempts to stay silent are mostly in vain. The young man can’t stop himself from moaning Bruce’s name in a high tone that wavers and cracks but there’s too much pleasure for him to feel embarrassed about how desperate he sounds.
Bruce presses a kiss to the sweat-dampened skin of Dick’s back as he fucks his lover open with slow thrusts of his fingers. “Tell me if it’s too much for you,” he murmurs in a low tone that is meant to be soothing even as he adds a fourth finger to the ones already inside of his younger lover. “I never want to hurt you, not in this.”
Dick’s answering moan sounds weak to his own ears. He sounds wrecked, fucked stupid in seconds as he bucks for the stretch of his muscles as they strain around the thickness of Bruce’s fingers inside of him. “You won’t,” he breathes after he licks his dry lips with a quick swipe of his tongue. “You couldn’t.”
That’s the need talking. They both know it.
Bruce kisses a trail over the scar-covered planes of Dick’s back, using the taste of salt on skin to distract his mind even as he spreads his fingers apart in maddeningly small increments until his lover is all but sobbing against the pillow he has stuffed in his mouth. Dick is rocking his hips back to meet the thrusts of Bruce’s hand and a flush has streaked down to paint his back bright red-
It is an inspiring sight. One that makes Bruce lick his lips and curl his fingers against his lover’s prostate because he needs to tear a reaction from Dick’s parted lips.
“B-big hands,” Dick stammers when Bruce finally adds his thumb to the digits fucking him open. “F-fuck-” The muscles of his thighs tremble as Dick works to keep his balance, but his cock is leaking steadily against the towel as he feels the widest part of Bruce’s massive hand push against the rim of his hole.
He doesn’t think that he can take it.
There’s no way.
Dick opens his mouth to beg, but before the words are formed, Bruce is pushing in in in and there’s heat/pressure/perfection-
Tears stream down Dick’s face and he doesn’t even understand at first why his face is wet because he’s had sex like this before.
He’s been fucked.
He’s been owned.
He’s been taken.
But nothing previous seems equal to the pleasure of Bruce taking him like this. Nothing can compare and if Dick is being honest with himself as he shakes through the brush of strong knuckles against his prostate, Bruce has probably spoiled him for any future lovers that he might have.