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Tim truly was like a child caught in the middle of a divorce. That was the only thought that came to Dick’s mind as he sulked in the backseat of the car Bruce was tensely driving.
Tim was riding shotgun and had headphones in so he could bob his head to the music of whatever playlist he was listening to, seemingly oblivious to the increasingly heavy air in the car. Both Dick and Bruce were exchanging tensed and borderline hissed words to each other because Dick hadn’t even wanted to come along for Tim’s wilderness training. Everything that Bruce was going to teach him could all be learned from the field guides in the manor and there was no need to take Tim out while he was on winter break so they could do whatever ‘exercises’ he had planned.
There was even less reason for Dick to be present. He’d done his winter training already. He’d slaved away under the twelve-inch snowfall, and returned to a rickety log cabin shivering and wet all down to his boots.
“Didn’t you hear me? Tim wanted you here.” There was a vein beginning to pop out against Bruce’s throat and he shot a glare at Dick through the rearview mirror. He didn’t say anything else but the tightening of his grip on the steering wheel coupled with the implied ‘I didn’t want you here’ was enough to have Dick seething and resolving to not say another fucking word to Bruce until they were back in Gotham.
Normally he would’ve raised his voice, he would’ve spit back something full of vitriol and intended to hurt. But Tim was in the car and he and Bruce had come to a quiet agreement to never fight in front of Tim.
He and Bruce were distant and their relationship still wasn’t good. But they could come together for Tim’s sake most of the time.
But Bruce hadn’t caught Dick at a good time. Barbara had just dumped him. A case in Bludhaven was barking at his heels because he had all the pieces to solve it but he’d been stuck scratching his head at the answer. The sewage line of his apartment had ruptured, forcing all residents to vacate the premises and forcing Dick to go back to Gotham with nothing but a bag of clothes in hand. Alfred had welcomed him in and Tim had been excited to see him given that he was spending his winter break at the manor.
Tim’s presence had made dealing with Bruce on a daily basis slightly easier but tempers were still hot and Dick’s final straw was being woken up early one morning by Bruce and informed he was going to be coming along with them for Tim’s foraging and hunting lesson.
The odds of Tim somehow being stranded in the wilderness long enough that he’d have to forage and hunt to survive was highly unlikely. But Bruce’s whole thing was based on hoping for the best but preparing for the worst.
It happened sometimes, these joint lessons given that Tim was both Batman and Nightwing’s student though one had more claim over him than the other. Usually, it would be Tim coming along to watch how crime in certain cities worked or being taken out to a location and given a case study to solve.
When that happened the two of them would share a room in whatever hotel or motel they were staying in.
Bruce would get his own. Of course. Of course, Bruce would get his own; he was the “adult” among them and the adult got their own room while the “kids” had to share.
Never mind the fact that Dick could fucking vote. That he owned and drove his own car, that he had a job, that he paid his own rent.
But of course, in Bruce’s eyes, that still didn’t make Dick an adult.
Theoretically, Dick had the cash to pay for his own room. He could’ve just gone down to the concierge and demanded a new room, paid for it, and waved the key in Bruce’s stupid face.
But Tim always got so excited when it turned out they were sharing a room. He’d go all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and ask Dick if he wanted to stay up late and raid the snack bar on Bruce’s dime. Tim was always so eager and happy to spend time with Dick and Dick he…he just didn’t have it in him to see the crushing disappointment and hurt in Tim’s face if Dick were to ever ask for his own room.
It’s not like Tim was a bother to share a room and on occasion a bed with. He was quite well behaved. He didn’t kick in his sleep or snore, he didn’t hog blankets or drool on Dick.
He was a notoriously light sleeper, blinking awake with confusion if he felt Dick get out of bed in the middle of the night. It made Dick trying to fulfill certain…urges difficult.
But he made do.
But arriving to a set of log cabins, the surrounding pine trees tipping over from the amount of snow weighing down their needles, three hours away from the nearest town, Dick could just feel how bad of an idea this all was.
He didn’t tell Bruce that though. He kept his mouth shut as he unloaded his and Tim’s bags into one of the cabins, as he wrinkled his nose at the low single bed and small fireplace. No bathroom but there was an outhouse about a hundred feet away.
Real nice digs Bruce.
Dick had checked weather reports for the area before they left and couldn’t help but have clicked his tongue at seeing how temperatures would be a whopping fifteen degrees below freezing. That was a pair of socks in bed kind of temperature. If anything Dick could be content with the fact that he and Tim could cuddle could keep warm while Bruce would be stuck with shoving logs into his fireplace to keep his crummy self warm.
The first day of the two-week-long training trip was them settling in and Bruce dragging them out to lecture with a pinecone in hand while Tim listened intently and Dick tried to see if he could get a signal on his phone.
The second day was when things took a turn because that was when Tim’s sniffles began.
After spending a night with Tim tossing and turning, whimpering about his stuffy nose and warm cheeks, Dick approached Bruce despite his initial decision to ignore him for the entirety of the trip.
Tim was sick. The poor boy was miserable trying to sleep and exhausted from a restless night. Dick had bundled him up especially tight, wrapping his scarf around his neck and making Tim put on a pair of his socks in an effort to keep him warm and dry.
“He’s sick, Bruce.” Dick continued, exasperated, as Bruce dug through his mom purse/utility belt for one of the various pills he had on hand.
“A slight cold isn’t reason enough to cancel the entire trip or drive three hours just for a doctor to tell us the same thing.”
Dick couldn’t help but bristle at the words. Did Tim need to be pushing a 100-degree fever for Bruce to take his well-being seriously?
Tim’s own insistence that he was fine certainly hadn’t helped Dick’s words. Bruce blew him off and instead made his way over to Tim who was red-cheeked from collecting firewood, the corners of his mouth were stained red from the winter berries he foraged and there was a small burlap satchel at his waist holding pine nuts and acorns.
Dick was actually quite proud of Tim’s haul, it was leagues better than what he’d accomplished when he’d done his winter training as Robin.
Dick stepped closer and watched as Bruce’s simple command of ‘open’ prompted Tim’s jaw to drop, revealing his pink mouth that let out a breath visible in the cold air.
Bruce fur-lined gloves placed a flattened pill the size of a quarter and broken in half on Tim’s tongue like a priest giving Holy Communion.
“Swallow,” Bruce grunted. Tim’s lips slid closed, nearly wrapping around Bruce’s finger as he pulled it away. Dick watched as his brow furrowed with the effort to follow Bruce’s word. Dick stepped forward and offered him a sip of his canteen because it became clear Bruce wouldn’t given the grateful look Tim shot him from under his lashes.
Tim managed to pass the tablet and opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out so Bruce could see he swallowed. Bruce let out a soft hum of satisfaction, reaching out and pinching Tim’s painfully red nose.
“Excellent job, Rudolph. Now go on and get some sleep.”
Tim’s jaw dropped back open and he leveled a look so offended at Bruce that Dick didn’t manage to suppress his chuckles in time. That offense quickly turned to betrayal as Tim stared at Dick with the most soulful eyes he’d ever seen.
Dick muffled the rest of his laugh and strode forward, ushering Tim back to their cabin with promises of hot chocolate since Dick nabbed a few packets from the kitchen before he left. That seemed to help Tim’s mood because he nearly tripped over himself to race back to the cabin.
In the end, Tim was only able to finish half a mug before sleep took him. He was freshly changed into a large college shirt that couldn’t possibly belong to him and a long pair of fuzzy socks that stretched up to his knees.
He’s not dressed as warmly as Dick would like and given the absence of a shower he and Tim were stuck wiping down with prepackaged soapy rags so no warm baths either.
Tim was sprawled out on his side, body facing the fireplace as his chest rose and fell with little breaths.
Dick stared at him for a moment, taking occasional sips of his own warm mug before setting it on the table beside the bed he and Tim were sharing.
Dick recognized the pill that Bruce had given Tim. It wasn’t exactly cold and flu Nyquil. As a matter of fact, it didn’t have an exact name given that it was a specially pharmacologically engineered Bat pill but he knew it was able to knock out a person Dick’s size for twelve hours straight. For someone of Tim’s height and weight, giving him a half pill would ensure he’d be able to sleep through the night. Nothing would wake him up.
Nothing at all.
Dick felt a tingle of something in the back of his mind begin to float to the front before he suppressed it.
No. No. He wasn’t going to do that while in the same room as Tim.
While sharing the same bed as Tim.
But…fuck he was tired and there was a tingle under his skin.
Normally Dick had Tim to distract him. They’d stay up late chatting about books and movies they’d both seen. Tim would complain about school and ask Dick’s advice about how he’d survived high school which Dick would gladly offer.
It would all be enough to help Dick ignore the soup of clenching want in his gut that always seemed ready to peek its head up at most inconvenient times.
Dick tried ignoring the rising warmth in his gut, clenching his fingers into the furs under him.
He fought the feeling for a solid ten minutes before he gave in and started digging for his phone.
He’d already established there was no signal to reach them in the wilderness where they were stationed. Either Bruce had chosen someplace purposefully remote or he’d anticipated this and installed something to jam the signal because he was an asshole.
Dick cursed under his breath at the clear ‘no signal’ message he kept getting every time he tried to load the internet.
It probably would’ve been a shock to many but it turned out that Dick was not all that imaginative or creative.
Dick, like many guys his age, needed porn. Not in a desperate, can’t-get-any-girl-to-give- him-the-time-of-day-kind-of-way. It was just that Dick needed some…visualization to help him along.
It didn’t even have to be a full-length feature film, just some pictures would be enough.
Not titty pics though. They were nice to look at and appreciate but they didn’t exactly help Dick, not like hole pics did.
Only pussy worked for Dick.
If he and Barbara were still together he could’ve used hers but Dick had gotten into a habit of deleting all his exes' nudes off his phone once they were no longer together.
Dick hadn’t exactly prepared any contingencies in the event of a wavering internet connection. If he had he would’ve gotten some in advance but thanks to Bruce’s 5 am wakeup call, Dick hadn’t had the time between scrambling to pack a bag and scarf down the breakfast sandwich Alfred had laid out for them.
It’s not like Dick was some kind of animal that would die if he couldn’t masturbate. That was probably Bruce. He probably always got a separate room because he didn’t want Dick or Tim to hear him jack off or something.
Dick would be fine. It was two weeks. He’d be fine.
A few hours later and Dick was still awake and cursing himself.
The damnable arousal in his gut hadn’t gone away. Instead, it continued fluttering inside him, sitting heavy in his gut like he’d swallowed a stone. The crackling logs in the fireplace keeping the cabin warm coupled with the cold howling, hostile wind outside was a surprisingly effective atmosphere in keeping Dick awake with thoughts of a romantic winter cabin getaway. Even with the sealed windows and walls, a bit of chill still seeped in and froze Dick’s toes.
A nice warm fire coupled with a nice warm drink and a nice warm pussy would be the end of all Dick’s troubles.
If only he could get his phone to work.
Dick had been desperately refreshing his out-of-service phone for several minutes, the pulse in his cock growing more and more intense.
Two days.
That’s how long Dick had been out in the wilderness and he was already considering grabbing the spare key to the car Bruce had given him and making the three-hour drive to town just so he’d be in service range and be able to surf the internet to save a few pictures of some cunt. Just enough to tide him over
Dick was weighing it in his mind. He was honest to god, figuring out the feasibility of going and coming back before morning and more importantly before Bruce woke up.
He could do it. Three hours to and from would make it a six-hour drive. Driving in the winter was always a risk so he wouldn’t be able to speed, he’d have to slow down and keep an eye on the condition of the road lest he crash the car because he was horny.
Bruce would never forgive him if that was the case.
Dick was on the verge of convincing himself he could do it when he caught sight of a slip of skin in the corner of his eye.
When Tim fell asleep, Dick had immediately covered his exposed legs with one of the bear fur blankets that lined their bed.
It seemed Tim, in his sleep, had managed to slip it off, leaving his thighs partially exposed.
The bottom of his sleeping shirt was also riding up and so Dick pressed pause on his thoughts for a moment to cover up his Timmy.
It was so cold and Tim was already sick and Dick may have been horny but he wasn’t going to let Tim get worse.
When he’d pulled his little ‘nightdress’ out Dick had raised a protest because that wasn’t suitable for the weather they were in but Tim had insisted. He’d assured Dick that he ran hot and he’d sweat through anything heavier than a cotton shirt.
That shirt was currently flipped all the way up on Tim’s front and barely covering his little tush, exposing the soft expanse of his creamy thighs.
Dick reached forward to tug it down. To cover Tim’s soon-to-be-shivering bottom.
That’s what he’d intended to do.
That’s all he’d intended to do.
But as Dick lifted the shirt, fingers wrapped into the fabric, he’d been greeted with the sight of a pink, young, naked pussy.
Dick let go of the shirt like it’d burned him.
Fuck. No.
No way.
No fucking way.
Without thinking, Dick reached forward and lifted the shirt to confirm the sight of Tim’s pantyless, naked bottom.
Oh yes fucking way.
Tim wasn’t wearing anything underneath his pajamas. Tim was basically naked under there.
Naked beside Dick.
Naked in bed with Dick.
Why?
Dick’s shock turned to immediate harsh disapproval because what had Tim been thinking?!
Dick was sharing a bed with him! He was so much older than him too!
Tim couldn’t just go to sleep next to Dick with no panties!
Had he done that the first night too?
Dick froze at the thought and recalled how he’d woken up with Tim wrapped around him. How his arms had been tightly clamped around Dick’s torso while his legs had koala-wrapped around one of Dick’s thighs.
Dick wore thick, flannel pants to bed. They were the same ones he had on currently. The kind that wouldn’t have been able to feel the wet, split heat of Tim’s cunt pressed to his knee-
Dick swallowed. Fuck ignore that. Ignore that. Wipe it away and focus on what was important; on the fact that Tim wore nightdresses to sleep and didn’t wear any underwear.
Did he do that with everyone?
Dick knew he and Bruce must've shared a tent while camping once or twice. That despite Bruce’s insistence on getting separate accommodations when Dick was present that there was a fair likelihood he and Tim had shared close sleeping quarters a few times.
The thought of Bruce waking up to the sight of his new Robin asleep with his shirt riding up and pussy on display filled Dick with equal parts horror and amusement.
Dick was caught between trying to figure out how big Bruce's eyes would get and how much his jaw would fall when he felt a brush of something wet against his knuckles.
In his inspection, Dick had never let go of Tim's shirt, the fabric still remained bunched in his palm.
In his sleep, Tim had shifted again.
This time because Dick holding his shirt open had let in a breeze and Tim’s poor freezing pussy decided to seek out the closest heat source it could find.
The back of Dick's hand, where his knuckles lay, kissed at the wet seam of Tim's warm (so warm) cunt.
Dick froze.
His hand froze.
His body froze.
His mind froze as he stared at the sight. As he stared at how the lips of Tim’s pussy pressed flush to Dick's hand, a sigh of contentedness left Tim as he settled back down.
Dick didn’t flinch, didn’t tear his hand away, and desperately shake Tim awake to put on some underwear.
No.
He stayed still.
He stayed still and he just stared.
Tim's pussy was a smoothly waxed little thing. Milky thighs led to a peachy-colored cunt that turned a blushed red the deeper inside you went. Tim's little kissable clit was resting so nicely on the knuckle of Dick's pointer finger. It was like a sweet pink budgie resting on a steady branch, light and fluttering
All Dick had to do was tighten his fingers into a tighter fist and he could rub at that little button that was screaming for attention.
Dick didn't know what came over him.
Looking back it was like some mindless haze coupled with a morbid curiosity that overcame him as he inched closer and moved his hand away to closer inspect the sight.
Tim's brows furrowed at the removal but otherwise remained asleep. Dick was keeping suddenly close eyes on Tim’s sleeping expression even though he knew that nothing short of a bomb would get him up from the cocktail of drugs that were packed into the pill Bruce gave him.
Tim wouldn’t be waking up any time soon. Not until those chemicals were fully metabolized by his system.
That wouldn’t be for several more hours when the sun was beginning to peek up over the horizon.
Dick knew that as he leaned closer, pressing forward until his front was touching Tim's back. Dicks chest pressed to Tim’s back, allowing him a closer look at his face as he flexed his hand with wet knuckles.
Before Dick could stop himself, that hand was wrapped around and holding his cock that was steadily gaining interest with the turn the evening had taken.
Dick pushed his pants down to his thighs as he used the other hand to carefully spread Tim's pussy lips open. His fingers moved deceivingly steady while Dick's heart was rabbiting in his chest so hard he nearly feared it would jump out.
What was he doing? What the hell was he doing?
Dick felt some horrendous mix of dread and excitement fill him as he exposed more of Tim’s pink, fleshy insides.
What was he doing?
Dick felt like he was locked in his own body, forced to watch as his trembling fingers stroked down the sides of wet, puffy lips.
Whatwashedoingwhatwashedoingwhatwashedoing?
He needed to stop!
Tim’s pussy was wet. His clit twitched under Dick’s attention and Dick tried desperately to ignore that he was probably the first person to ever touch Tim like this and such a thought shouldn’t fill him with so much satisfaction.
Fuck, what was wrong with him?!
Strings of wetness connected the lips together as Dick spread his fingers in a 'v' to hold them open so he could look at Tim’s opening.
It was clenching.
Around nothing.
Tim's body was responding to the sensation of Dick fondling him and he seemed desperately interested.
Dick swallowed.
Dick watched as Tim’s little hole clenched and tightened around air. The grip Dick had on his very interested cock hardened.
Just looking. He was just looking.
It wasn’t that bad if he was just looking.
Dick could feel his breathing growing heavier. He could feel deeper breaths getting sucked in and filling his lungs as he just stared at the split little cunt, tender hole just winking up at him.
It was just a peek.
Dick tightened his grip around his throbbing cock.
He had no lotion, nothing to make the slide of his dry hand against his dry cock easier and maybe that was a sign, maybe he should pull away and stop this because otherwise how was he going to-
Dick shoved a finger into Tim, swirling it around.
His brain caught up with him too late to stop himself and he froze, staring blankly at the finger that disappeared into Tim. His middle finger was all the way in Tim, all the way down to the knuckle and Tim hadn’t flinched at all.
Dick chanced a glance at Tim's sleeping face. Nothing. Not even a twitch.
Slowly, Dick added another one. Something in Dick went gooey and soft as Tim went tight around him, squeezing Dick’s fingers like he didn’t want to let him go even as his sleeping face gave nothing away.
This didn't count. it didn't count. Dick just needed some of Tim's wetness to help him along that was it.
That was it and he would stop, he wouldn’t touch Tim agian.
There, done. Dick set a firm boundary, he drew a line in the sand. He just needed to gather up some of Tim’s sweet wetness and use it to jack off while staring at that clenching, empty hole and pretty little clit.
Then he’d be fine, He’d be good.
Dick marveled at how deeply and harshly he could press his fingers into Tim, He could yank out his two fingers, part them to stretch Tim out a bit, and then crudely shove them back inside and he. still. wouldn’t . wake. up.
Dick crept closer and suddenly his mouth was at Tim's shoulder, looking over it and down the length of Tim’s body, he gripped Tim’s hip in a bruising clench while the other fucked fingers into his sloppy little cunnie that took him so well.
Tim’s sleep shirt was pushed all the way up to under Tim’s chin and Dick could see Tim's naked little tits as he peeked. They were the size of sweet little cupcakes that Dick could eat in a few bites. Playfully he tweaked the nipple of one, cooing internally as it began to blush a ferocious pink from Dick’s abuse.
Awww his sweet Timmy was growing up so quickly. Pretty soon he’d have disgusting, hormone-addled teens pursuing him for less than pure intentions.
As much as Dick would’ve loved to pay attention to Tim’s perky tits just asking to have a mouth wrapped around them- he couldn’t ignore how much Tim’s cunt was twitching around the intrusion of his fingers.
Tim was clenching and tightly holding on to Dick’s fingers every time he tugged them out. Dick could see where a pool of wetness was thick and dripping right at the entrance. Without much thought Dick tugged his fingers out and steadied a grip on his cock with the bit of slickness clinging to them.
It gave his cock a nice glossy finish, covering it with a thin and very familiar film.
It wasn’t enough.
Dick rubbed the cock head into the pool dripping out of Tim. The minute Dick pressed his skin to Tim’s wet slit he couldn’t help but shiver at the fucking warmth that coated him.
Pressing his cock to Tim’s cunt left the same feeling in his gut as a fresh tray of Alfred's cookies and milk sitting in his stomach.
All warm, sugary, comforting. It was like home.
Dick tried to coat the head as well as he could, swiping his cockhead, purple with desire, up and down along Timmy's pussy. Soft ‘squelch’ noises filled the cabin and Dick bit back a groan at the feeling the action filled him with.
Tim was gushing, his sweet little pussy overcompensating and flooding Dick’s cock and fingers as he stroked his cock into the wet of him.
Just a little more.
Dick needed just a little more wetness. Then he could go jack off and then go to bed and pretend this never happened.
It was a one-time thing and Dick would never do it again.
Scout’s honor.
Dick steadied his grip on Tim's hip and slowly fucked deeper into the seam of Tim’s cunt. Until the lips of Tim’s pussy covered him as he sawed his cock back and forth, gasping at that sweet, wet heat.
A steady rhythm that kept his cock hard and happy. Back and forth and back and forth and back.
Dick was suppressing his groans, grinding his forehead to Tim's shoulder as he muffled his grunts of pleasure. Fuck this was good, oh fuck this was so good- it was dangerous how good his brother’s pussy felt.
At some point, Dick felt his eyes slip closed, the lids sliding shut as he lost himself in the sensation of warm cunt. It was so cold and merciless outside. So harsh and biting.
Not here, Not in the cabin with its crackling fire and a hot, tight cunt around his cock.
Getting lost in the sensation, closing his eyes; that was the point Dick fucked up.
With his closed eyes and his brain floating on a cloud, he wasn't paying attention. Dick hadn't noticed that as he inched his hips back and slid his cock away, the angle shifted. He hadn’t noticed that as he slid forward, his cock head was inched slightly higher, and instead of grinding against Tim up to his clit, he ended up sliding right into Tim's stretched-out pussy.
Dick froze, body jolting when he was suddenly encompassed by a glove of heavenly, wet warmth.
He was inside Tim.
Shit. Fuck. Fuck!
He hadn’t meant to do that, he really hadn’t meant to do that!
Dick couldn't help the flutter of panic that quickly transformed into a swarm of distress as he remained unsurely still. Did he pull out? Did he stay in?
Dick wasn't wearing a condom.
He wasn't wearing a condom.
What if he knocked up his Timmy?
He hadn’t meant to slide into him! He’d just been fucking his folds, trying to cover his cock in more of that sweet, syrupy wetness. He was already leaking precum, he’d spotted it beading at the tip of his piss slit. You could get pregnant from the precum, couldn’t you?
That’s what his health class teacher had said and teachers couldn’t just lie to you about that sort of stuff-
Dick's panic was cut short when he felt a 'clench' around him, a little jolt of tightness. Tim’s hole was stuffed, filled to the brim with dick.
It was probably an unfamiliar feeling to his little pussy. Dick was probably the first person to stick anything inside Tim.
This was Tim’s first cock. His first time being breached in such an intimate way. The first time anyone had ever been so deep inside him.
Another clench traveled through Tim's body and Dick's grip on his hip tightened.
Fuck that was...so good.
‘Clench’
Shit. Oh, shit this was bad, Dick hadn’t been expecting Tim to feel like that.
Dicks breathing got heavier as each clench of Tim's pussy reminded him of how good it felt to be inside him. Like a hot vice, Dick could feel every shift of Tim’s insides, could feel him twitch around him, body unsure of whether it wanted him in or out all it knew was that Dick was inside him. Tim’s pussy was squeezing him with curiosity, wetness enhancing the slide with every twitch and letting Dick feel as he inched in the slightest bit deeper just from how wet Tim was getting.
Fuck it. Dick was screwed either way.
Dick didn't wait for another tremble to pass through Tim's pussy. Using Tim’s slickness he was able to pull out until only the tip remained and then fuck back in until he was fully inside. Pelvis pressed flush to Tim’s round little ass.
Tim let out a full body flinch at the action, the most movement he’d made the entire time but he remained asleep.
It occurred to Dick, quite suddenly, that this was Tim’s first time and he’d so carelessly bottomed out.
"Oh, Timmy-" Dick breathed, tone edged with some apology as he reared back and let go.
The pace was fast, probably much faster than he should’ve done for Tim’s first time. Dick wasn't taking his time like he normally did. maybe it was the pent-up frustration, maybe some part of Dick wanted to get it over with.
Either way, Dick was fucking and fucking fast.
Despite the heart-pumping urgency in him he tried to be gentle. But it was hard to do when Tim's body opened and swallowed him in so easily.
Dick couldn't help the words as they flowed out of his mouth, head tilted back as he closed his eyes.
"Oh, Timmy you take me so good, oh your pussy was made to be fucked, those are the best ones, baby-"
It was true. The sloppy cunts that parted so easily around him, the ones that buzzed with arousal and allowed Dick to get in so gut-punchingly deep.
They were the best pussies in the world and to think he’d had Tim on hand this entire time.
Dick kept Tim on his side, using a hand to grip Tim's thigh and hold him open so Dick could get in deeper and pound at his walls like he was trying to make sure Timmy’s walls never forgot the shape of him.
Dick could feel as the heat built in him, as those growing sparks started igniting behind his eyelids.
Suddenly Dick felt as Tim’s shaky clenching and twitching around him went startlingly tight. He felt as Tim clamped down on him, abdominals going tight with effort as soft snores were replaced by throaty grunts of effort.
Dick froze, eyes darting to Tim's sleeping face whose brows had furrowed together as his pink mouth fell open to let out a stream of whines.
Oh.
OH.
Tim was cumming.
Tim kept letting out little grunts and Dick felt himself speed up, as he listened to the sound of Tim’s pleasure. He was close too he could feel it, he was right on the edge and as Tim’s little pussy wrapped tightly around Dick, a flow of praises fell out of Dick’s mouth.
"Did you cum Timmy?” Dick asked, gasping at the little shots of pleasure racing up his spine and spreading through his gut as he sped up. “It feel good baby? I know it did."
Dick panted the words to the baby fat of Tim's sweet cheek. Dick pressed the lightest peck to his cheekbone, eyes rolling back as his balls tightened and his hips stuttered into Tim.
He couldn’t cum on the sheets, Tim would notice when he woke up. He couldn’t cum on either of their clothes, he'd notice that too (his Timmy was so smart). He couldn’t cum in his hand, he had nothing to wipe it off on.
Dick felt the first jolt of cum shooting out of him creep up on him and he scrambled to push into Tim as deeply as he could. He ended up crushing Tim with his weight as he went boneless and flopped onto him. Dick heard a soft whine at the action just as he felt himself go blind for a second from the pleasure.
"S-sorry Timmy!" Dick gasped, thrusting his hips and grinding into that dripping cunt. "I had nowhere else to put it mmmnnn so just keep it here for me, hhhnnn ah ah okay? I'll hah hahn make it up to you gnnnh-!"
Dick softly growled as he fucked into Tim with every wave of his orgasm. Even when he was finished cumming he kept his cock plugged into Tim's hole, he couldn't let any out. He couldn’t risk it leaking onto the bed and staining it a mysterious white that Tim’s keen eyes would pick up on.
It took a while, with Dick lying on top of Tim and plugging his little slut hole until he couldn’t feel the wet slosh of the creamy mess inside him. It was a lot, Dick had been pent up for awhile because he never liked jacking off at the manor. It was some lingering anxiety from when he’d been a teenager and convinced that the walls were paper thin and the whole manor would hear him yanking it.
When Dick was satisfied nothing would leak out he pulled out, slowly. He watched as his cock was tugged out, shaft coated with white release. But none of it dripped out.
Dick carefully lifted himself from where he'd pressed Tim down on his front, burying his face in the pillows. Half worried, he'd suffocate, Dick gently rolled Tim onto his back.
Tim’s pussy was wrecked. The folds were flushed red, his cunt hot and tender looking from how much it had endured from Dick’s cock. Despite his hole not leaking any of Dick’s cum he could still see inside the stretched-out pussy, he could see as white coated the insides.
When Tim went to the bathroom he could easily dismiss it as discharge. He likely wouldn’t notice.
But Dick swallowed at the sight. He thought of how deep he was when he’d felt his cock shoot into Tim, he was certain he’d been pressed right to his cervix and right now there was a hot pool of Dick’s juice just sitting at his entrance.
Tim’s clit was peeking out behind the mess, still so small and neglected, the poor thing.
Dick hesitated for only a second before he was moving down the bed and pressing a soft kiss to Tim’s pussy.
It was a good pussy. It deserved an apology.
Dick propped Tim’s thighs open, using both hands to part his fold open so he could lick up and into that sweet honeyed cavern. His Timmy was sweet and fresh. Dick could taste the edge of clean soap as he kissed Tim’s clit which jolted his body under him. Dick buried his face in, letting out a muffled ‘mmph’ as he breathed through his nose and began sloppily eating Tim’s pussy. He traced out letters with his tongue, spelling out R-I-C-H-A-R-D against Tim’s clit until he was squirming and letting out soft gutted sounds.
Dick stuffed his tongue into Tim, flattening it out and feeling his shaking walls. The sharp taste of saltiness and cum hit his mouth but Dick didn’t flinch at all. Dick’s nose was buried in Tim’s cunt, rubbing against his clit as Dick made work of loudly eating his cum out of Tim with sloppy sounds.
Dick could feel as Tim got wet again, coating his nose, cheeks, and chin. The smell of Tim filled Dick’s nose, that thick sweet smell. Dick had never really understood what someone meant when they said the phrase ‘drowned in pussy’ but as Dick did his best to press his face closer to the point that he was cutting off his air- he understood.
The moment that Dick felt Tim begin to undulate against his face to chase his mouth as he came was when he rushed to his feet and hurried to stuff his cock inside.
It didn’t matter anyway. Dick had already cum in Tim once so what was one more time?
Dick took Tim on his knees, he stared down at his slack sleeping face and drove into Tim as fast as his heart was beating in his ears. He came faster than he had before. His load wasn’t as much as it’d been the first time but Tim’s cunt had ‘squelched’ so loudly and wetly as Dick groaned and fucked into him.
Dick used to be terrified of jacking off in the manor. He’d been certain that everyone would be able to hear the creak of his bed in the middle of the night as he pressed a hand down his pants.
But now, Dick was in a cabin, fifty feet away from Bruce who was in another cabin and they were separated by the sound of raging and howling winds that were only barely muffled by the snow packed around them.
Dick was certain Bruce couldn’t hear a sound as Dick cried and chanted ‘Fuck! Oh Tim! Tim Yes! Yes yes yes yes- god you’re so good-”
Three times.
That was how many times Dick got hard, fucked, and came in Tim before he pushed his achy body up and scrambled for the spare car keys. Six hours. That was how long the drive would take.
Dick’s heart was beating so fast, so much sweat coated his body, and his blood was filled with so many orgasmic chemicals that he barely noticed the bite of the wind as he trekked to the car.
Dick cut it close. The sun was only beginning to rise when he returned with a brown paper bag from a 24-hour pharmacy from the town nearby.
By the time Dick was opening the door and letting in a chill, Tim was already sitting up and blinking heavy sleep out of his eyes.
“Mmmnngh Dick?” Tim asked drowsily. His eyes were still hazy, an edge of sedation trying to lull him back to unconsciousness as Dick stepped in and shut the door behind him.
“Hi, baby,” Dick replied voice low since it was early in the morning and Timmy seemed to still be waking up even as he tried to put his socked feet on the ground. “How are you feeling?”
It’d been a line Dick had repeated so many times to people in a different kind of situation in the early morning. One that, apparently, now applied to Tim.
Tim sniffled, his voice was raw with a cold and sleep as he answered.
“I think I’m gettin worse Dick,” Tim's voice was pitched into a slight whine as Dick set his paper bag down on the floor and kneeled to begin opening the box and then foil packaging from a pill.
“Why do you say that?” Dick asked, a tightness to his chest as Tim wrinkled his nose, shifting uncomfortably like it hurt to move too much.
He really should’ve been gentler. It was Tim’s first time and Dick had been a monster.
Tim’s big doe eyes blinked at Dick slowly as he came into view. Pretty, big lashes fluttered as he stared at Dick with a bit of haziness and a trickle of discomfort.
“I…my stomach hurts Dick.”
Dick swallowed.
“It hurts real bad.”
Before the choke that wanted to strangle out of Dick’s throat could come out, Dick pinched the pill between two fingers and presented it to Tim’s face.
“Here, Timmy.” Dick offered softly. “This will make you feel better, okay? Now open.”
Tim let his mouth fall open, showing the pink of his mouth and tongue just like he’d done for Bruce the day before.
Only this time Dick suppressed a shiver as he placed his specially purchased miracle pill on Tim’s warm, twitching tongue.
It was smaller than what Bruce had put on his tongue the day before so Tim’s brows only furrowed a little as he swallowed with a soft ‘ah’ of satisfaction like he’d just downed a refreshingly cold soda on a warm day.
Dick briefly sucked on his bottom lip as he stared at Tim’s mouth. Those pink lips pressed together as Tim let a little hum and waited for the pill to work.
“Show me.” Dick suddenly demanded, surprising himself with the order.
Tim didn’t seem shocked at the request. Instead, his mouth obediently fell, open, his tongue spilling out as he leaned forward and let Dick see that he’d swallowed, it was all gone, and Dick…Dick forcefully ignored the tightness that flooded his pants at the sight.
Coupled with the heat simmering under his skin was a relief unlike any other. Dick had been carrying tension in his shoulders the entire drive, his shoulders hunching further on the drive back up the mountain with his brown bag while he watched wisps of sunlight begin to emerge.
He almost hadn’t made it back in time. But he had.
The rest of the two weeks go by smoothly, Dick even managed to enjoy a lot of it. He had to admit it was a bit fun watching Tim dig through a chipmunk's winter reserves of food while the thing cheeped at him to beat it.
Bruce noted, with a bit of regret and guilt, that Tim was moving slower the entire day. Tim didn’t hesitate to inform him about his tender stomach.
Bruce upped the dosage and after a few days, Tim’s sniffles and runny nose faded away. So did the rest of his cold symptoms, but he never quite got back to fighting form.
‘A good night’s rest’ was what Bruce claimed would do the trick.
And he was right, they did. Only Tim’s stomach aches persisted, so Bruce kept giving him his pills to help him sleep.
Dick never made the same mistake as he did that first night. He learned his lesson, the clawing sense of doom that’d been looming over him the entire night had been enough for him to learn his lesson
So Dick didn't ever make that mistake again because while he was in town, he made sure to buy enough condoms to last him the entire two weeks left on the trip.