Tim/Dick, ooooh Mr Discowing
anonymous
January 22 2012, 13:14:14 UTC
There's a post going around Tumblr that shows Starfire letting Tim see the original Nightwing suit (complete with feathers!!), which he seems totally in awe of. So basically I want Tim to end up with the suit somehow (stealing it, asking to borrow it, whatever) and then getting a little carried away as he admires it!
FILL - Marred And Feathered (1)salmon_pinkJanuary 23 2012, 22:39:23 UTC
Tim thinks he should probably be embarrassed, and chances are once this is over and he manages to catch both his breath and his thoughts, he will be.
He was definitely embarrassed when he first opened the package, when he first read the note resting on the tissue paper concealing the carefully folded contents.
‘I thought you may wish to borrow this, Kory xxx’
Tim’s always had the strangest impression that Kory can smell sex in the air, although he’s never exactly plucked up the courage to ask for confirmation.
Still, it’s no surprise that Kory had realised just what he’d been thinking when he’d accidentally unearthed that particular box in her room.
He’ll need to work on bettering his control at …some distant point in the future that he can’t focus on right now.
Because right now, all he can focus on is the suit.
The Nightwing suit.
The original Nightwing suit.
The original Nightwing suit, which Tim is currently wearingHe stares at his reflection in the mirror, feeling like there are butterfly wings beating against the
( ... )
FILL - Marred And Feathered (2)salmon_pinkJanuary 23 2012, 22:40:58 UTC
Dick would have worn a jock under the suit, of course he would have. But in the mirror, the material clings to the upward curve of Tim’s cock, the shape of it clearly visible, and there’s the slightest dark patch forming where Tim’s leaking precome, navy blue material turning pitch black
( ... )
FILL - Marred And Feathered (3)salmon_pinkJanuary 23 2012, 22:41:42 UTC
He can feel his cheeks burning, and in the mirror Dick stares back at him, flushed and wanton. Hips thrusting up, knees spread wide, and Tim has to struggle to keep his eyes open, to keep seeing. Seeing Dick bite down lightly on the fingers that are taking his mouth, seeing Dick’s chest shudder and heave as he gasps for breath, seeing him buck for the feeling of it.
And then the fingers slide away from Dick’s lips, leaving them glistening with saliva and Dick smiles at him, wild and fierce and utterly free.
Tim keens, and in the mirror Dick’s back arches at an almost inhuman angle, and together they whine and gasp and come, the Nightwing suit stretching and pulling around them.
The first thing Tim’s really aware of when the lust-fog of his mind begins to clear is the damn collar, framing the edge of his vision.
There’s only him in the room, him and his reflection and a suit that isn’t his.
A suit that Tim’s just defiled, and he’s expecting embarrassment to catch up to him, but instead he gets hit with a wave of heat so hard and
( ... )
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He was definitely embarrassed when he first opened the package, when he first read the note resting on the tissue paper concealing the carefully folded contents.
‘I thought you may wish to borrow this, Kory xxx’
Tim’s always had the strangest impression that Kory can smell sex in the air, although he’s never exactly plucked up the courage to ask for confirmation.
Still, it’s no surprise that Kory had realised just what he’d been thinking when he’d accidentally unearthed that particular box in her room.
He’ll need to work on bettering his control at …some distant point in the future that he can’t focus on right now.
Because right now, all he can focus on is the suit.
The Nightwing suit.
The original Nightwing suit.
The original Nightwing suit, which Tim is currently wearingHe stares at his reflection in the mirror, feeling like there are butterfly wings beating against the ( ... )
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And then the fingers slide away from Dick’s lips, leaving them glistening with saliva and Dick smiles at him, wild and fierce and utterly free.
Tim keens, and in the mirror Dick’s back arches at an almost inhuman angle, and together they whine and gasp and come, the Nightwing suit stretching and pulling around them.
The first thing Tim’s really aware of when the lust-fog of his mind begins to clear is the damn collar, framing the edge of his vision.
There’s only him in the room, him and his reflection and a suit that isn’t his.
A suit that Tim’s just defiled, and he’s expecting embarrassment to catch up to him, but instead he gets hit with a wave of heat so hard and ( ... )
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