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"Are you absolutely sure you want this?" You look meaningfully into his eyes, scanning for any sign of hesitation. You find nothing in his sky-blue gaze but warmth, steadiness, and if you're being honest, the barest hint of impatience. The visibility of the latter shows just how much he trusts you - of all the Wayne boys, Dick has the best poker face (though Tim's a close second). "I wouldn't have asked for it if I wasn't, hun. Are you sure that you're good for it, though? I don't want to pressure you into doing anything that'll make you uncomfortable."

His acting ability is made all the more impressive by the fact that he's naked, with his limbs cuffed to the bedposts in well-oiled black leather - but there are some things even he can't hide. Dick tries to smile reassuringly, but you've known him long enough to see the tension in his face - long enough to want to smooth it out, the way Dick does everything for damn near everyone else.

That settles it, then . Your jaw sets, stubborn, though not in a frown. "I could never be uncomfortable giving you just a taste of what you do for me, babe. Tonight, let me take care of you for once."

A light blush ghosts over his cheeks, vanishing as quickly as it appears, but his grin shifts into something excited and almost relieved - as if he thought you might say 'no' to him… as if I ever would. Part of you wonders if that's why he asks for so little and gives so much, as you climb onto the bed to straddle him, only wearing the Nightwing jockstrap he seems to love on you (he's never explained why, but you're not one to look a gift horse in the mouth - that's part of why he worries about you).

Dick's gaze lazily makes its way up your form, greedily taking in every inch. He gently bites down on his lower lip, face starting to look flushed as he lets his guard down. Bending forward, you close the distance between your mouths, nipping gently and taking that plush lower lip for yourself. He gasps, but gives as good as he gets, tonguing into you with a little groan. When he tries to take control and deepen the kiss, you smirk and pull back, drawing a pouty little sigh from him. 

"Ah ah, babe - let me do all the work, yeah?" You scold him. Dick swallows hard, pupils blown wide, and nods with a poorly hidden whine - nearly unmasked. Gently, you tie a black silk blindfold over his eyes and ask, "Do you remember your colors, sweetheart?"

"Red for stop, yellow for pause or slow, green for go - just like traffic. Now, are you planning to fuck me some time tonight, or just keep teasing me until I beg?" He baits you, grinning even as the redness of his cheeks betrays him. You recall exactly what he's asked you for, and it's far closer to the latter option, so you let out an amused hum and deliberately grind down on his rapidly hardening cock, retorting with, "I don't know, Dick; maybe I'll decide on the way."

After setting a timer for sixty minutes, you slowly bite and mouth your way down his neck, leaving a trail of marks until you hit his nipple and take it into your mouth, swiping over it with your tongue even as you tug at it. "Oh, fuck, [your name]…" he trails off, losing track of the sentence in a moan when you release him from your teeth. Moving to his other nipple, you give it the same treatment: just enough roughness to get it standing at attention and put a hitch in Dick's breath, before continuing on your journey downward.

Each time your lips press into his skin, you savor the feeling of his warm flesh between your teeth and heady scent of his arousal laid over animalic musk and some kind of spice. You can feel yourself getting wetter and harder, but swallow a moan even as he twitches under your scantily clad cunt - you've resolved that, for once in his life, Dick Grayson is going to come first…just not quickly.

Inspired, you slide backwards off of him slow and hard enough for him to feel it, making a home between his legs, on your stomach, so you can lick a stripe up the underside of his cock. He inhales sharply, almost following your mouth with his hips before he stills with an yearning hum.

"That's right, stud, just sit back and enjoy it." You purr, dipping down to trace your tongue over his slit, then bobbing your head smoothly to take the first half of him into your mouth. Keeping the thrusts shallow and suction hard, you tease him until he's shivering with each flick of your tongue and starting to whimper. The bravado and sass from earlier is nowhere to be seen when he stammers out, "Please…I need…oh fuck -"

You pull off his dick with an audible pop, scooting up to loosely jack him with one hand while the other rolls knuckles against his perineum. "Sorry, I missed that. What do you need, babe?"

He sucks on his lower lip and lets out a muffled whine, licking it before trying again. "Please…I'm not going to last like this…feels too good."

"Too good? Do you want me to stop? Is it too much for you?" You cock your head, coyly riposting. It has the intended effect - Dick clenches his jaw, muffling a groan. "No…not too much…just don't want this to stop."

"As long as you can hold it, it doesn't have to, baby - but maybe this will help." You grab a cockring off the nightstand, the kind with an attached ball-stretcher. Moving to straddle his thigh on your knees, you ease him into the contraption - you can tell he's used this before, the way he sighs in equal parts frustration and relief when he feels the subtle pull on his sack. Feeling mischievous, you sink down on his thigh, letting him feel how soaked he's gotten you while you lightly run your fingernails up and down his shaft. He lets out a strangled mewl, hips jerking involuntarily. You spit into your palm then stroke his leaking cock in time with the roll of your sex against his thigh. The other hand skates over his heaving chest to roll one of his nipples, bringing it back to a sharp peak.

Beneath you, Dick sweats and pants like a bitch in heat, letting out a constant stream of 'oh's with the occasional 'fuck' thrown in. His legs shake, but the cock ring holds even as the head swells an angry red. When you bend to lick at it, he nearly wails, hips stuttering while you chuckle darkly. Checking the timer, you return to grinding against his quad and fisting his cock.

"There, there, Dickie - just two more minutes and then it comes off, okay?"

Whimpering and squirming, he nods affirmatively. "Please…please…please…" He gasps out, like a desperate prayer. "Please let me cum inside you - wanna' make you feel good, too - please…"

"In a minute and thirty, sweetheart. You're doing so well." You croon, still riding his thigh and jacking him off.

When the bell sounds, you carefully remove the ring and roll a condom on him, giving his shaft a little squeeze that has him keening, "Oh, fuck, [your name], please!"

As much as you want to hear Dick beg some more, your hole has been dripping and periodically spasming for at least the past half hour - your patience is wearing thin and you can't deny wanting him inside you as much as he does. You shift over to remove the jockstrap, tossing it on the floor, then line yourself up with him. Without warning him, you take him to the hilt in one slick movement, his girth stretching you just so . Jaw slack, you let out a groan, babbling out "Fuck, it's like your dick was made for me - feels so fucking good - always so good for me, Dickie -" while you bounce on his cock. The whole time, he's whimpering and sobbing, incoherent but for the occasional "fuck" and "yes" as his hips push up into you without rhythm. Remembering yourself, you start to use your Kegels and that's what does him in - with a shout of your name, he's pulsing inside you, dragging you over the edge with him.

When your hands stop trembling, you undo the wrist cuffs. He whips off the blindfold and kisses you with half-lidded eyes before pulling you against him to snuggle, one hand stroking your hair. "Love you, [your name]..." He mumbles.

Smiling against his chest, you nuzzle in deeper. "Love you, too."