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“Come here.”
A pair of warm blue eyes look down at him lovingly as he does his best to shuffle over, calloused but gently hands carding through his hair and grabbing his chin firmly so he makes eye contact. The skin to skin contact falls away, other hand twisting at the back of his head into a tight grip on his hair.
Humming, Dick feeds him his cock through the gag, letting out a blissed moan as he thrusts into Slade’s pliant mouth.
“So pretty for me,” Dick pants, eyes half-lidded as he watches Slade choke on his cock. He pulls out — making Slade whine breathily from his throat at the loss — before his hand twists around his dick and cum is shooting onto Slade’s face, some landing on his tongue and lips with his open mouth.
Dick groans at the sight of Slade, face covered in his cum and tied up beautifully, if he does say so himself.
“I should take a photo of you like this. Keep it on me everywhere as a reminder,” Dick murmurs, brushing stray hair off Slade’s face. “Or maybe I should let the world see just how good you are for me.”
Slade moans in response, hips helplessly rolling against nothing. There’s a light chuckle that passes through Dick’s lips; “You deserve a reward, don’t you, for being so good for me?”
A moan, and a small smile lights Dick’s face up, and he fluidly moves around to Slade’s blindspot. Slade who tenses a little, waiting for any indication of movement despite being able to tell exactly where Dick is. A sudden slap to his thigh has him gasping, trying to not sway too much with his hands bound behind his back and unable to catch himself from hitting the floor.
“Such a pretty sight,” Dick pleasantly sighs. Fingers brush against his ass, trailing to a stop at the plug nestled inside him. Another hum, and the vibrations cease, torturous device finally turned off after hours.
Slade almost collapses in relief, having had to withstand the assault of pleasure without being able to come, his cock red and shiny with pre-cum decorated with a striking blue cock ring at the base.
Dick starts pulling the plug out, working it of him slowly and carefully, Slade’s clenching hole not helping. He’s reprimanded with another slap, instead on the other thigh and a casually annoyed huff, “Relax.”
It’s mostly out of him, when Dick slams it back into him to the hilt, leaving him gasping and shuddering; sweat glistening on his back while he slightly squirmed, sweat rolling down over tensed muscles in beads.
Dick breezily laughs a little at the surprised grunt, pushing it deeper and pulling it out and pushing it in deep again. A hand comes around to play with the head of his cock, making Slade gasp around the gag. The slightest touch has him seeking more, dick starved from touch for about as long as he’s been tied up.
Dick clicks his tongue, the hand on his cock retracting to press against his abdomen. “Stay still so I can play with you properly,” the younger man commands, breath hot against Slade’s ear. He leaves his hand on his stomach there for another moment even as his other hand thrusts the plug in and out of his ass without missing a beat.
After another moment of waiting, his hand trails back down to his dick, stroking in light, languid touches. Finally (after another murmured, “such a pretty thing”), Dick pulls the ring off, switching the vibrations up high, stroking his cock faster in a firmer hold.
With a shudder, Slade comes with an almost shout, falling apart in Dick’s hold.
“So good for me,” Dick coos, switching the plug off and easing it completely out of him, putting it to the side. A hand reaches up to undo the gag, taking it out of Slade’s mouth and putting it by the plug, while the other works his fingers around the knot at his wrists to unravel the rope.
Slade blinks at him, slow and daze-like. He carefully works his jaw, attempting to call out a meaningless “Dick” as the other man impressively carries him to the bed.
“Slade,” Dick murmurs, “Don’t talk. Drink,” he brings a glass of water from the bedside table, humming in approval as Slade slowly finishes the glass, taking in small soothing sips at a time. Without a thought, Slade eats the sliced fruit passed one piece at a time to his lips, sighing as Dick cards his hand through his hair affectionately.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, hm?” Dick says, pressing a light kiss against his nose. Slade hums in acknowledgement, feeling his strength returning to him faster than a normal person, but too content to move.
He spaces out, feeling warmth wash away cum and sweat and saliva and lube, cloth gentle against his skin in such a way that makes him feel vulnerable; just taken apart by Dick and now in the process of being put back together by the very same hands.
There’s another kiss pressed to his forehead that leaves his single eye burning, swallowing as he realises — not for the first time — how much self-induced isolation can leave you wanting for more, deeper, connections, especially after a pleasant taste of what could be
“Little Bird,” he rumbles, eye opening again. He can almost feel the dip in the bed, hear the sheets rustling to be pulled over them both, Dick cuddling them close together, hand rubbing soothing circles on the nape of his neck.
He breathes in, but the familiar scent of ash and a light hint of vanilla was never there to begin with, not even the slightest hint of the younger man’s presence in the whole building — that much he knows off the top of his head without needing to check.
Slade groans as he realises that his dick is hard against his stomach, and Slade, resigned at the fact he’s going to have to get himself off without another person (preferably the Grayson), reaches down to touch himself.
Slade brings himself to completion, letting out a moaned “Richard” as his mind imagines the man with him in the room (maybe in his Nightwing uniform sans mask, just watching with a lust that darkens his eyes from a distance; or maybe teasingly in his police uniform giving him commands, barely touching him yet leaving him shuddering and gasping for more).
Sometimes it’s a curse — to remember everything in such a vivid clarity. Ironically, it makes it all the easier to remember with such clarity that you’re easily tricked into believing in something that has never come close to happening.