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my first finished fic in ages aah. read&review, prz? although it's not all that great w/e i'm so rusty
smiles in his eyes; nightwing (dick grayson)/robin III (tim drake), nc-17, 1070 words, prompt: spanking
words by ~lantern, beta'd and otherwise made readable by ~lyraeinne ♥
The first blow is experimental. Tim's mouth hangs open regardless, jaw going slack while the rest of him begs to stand at attention. His cock throbs; trapped helplessly against the man's thigh as a consecutive third and fourth smack land upon his left ass cheek. There's no pain, not even a hint of it. Sure, to a certain degree, the slaps sting, but his lover is being deliberate, careful.
Tim can't keep himself from thinking he's being so fucking sexy, worshiping me, I'm in love, god, I'm in love, and Dick's making sure that the boy laying across his lap is thoroughly enjoying the attention. It's not a punishment. Bruce had done this to Dick, years ago, of that the newest Robin was almost one-hundred percent certain. Tim still wants to ask Dick if it had been like this between them, so heated and sexual and, in a word, perfect, but that was for another time. A time when he could speak would be good, because all that's currently tumbling out of his mouth is a mix of 'Oh god's and 'Fuck, yeah, don't stop's and 'Harder, do it harder!'s.
Dick's smirking. He doesn't need to say a damn thing for Tim to be sure of it. He doesn't turn his head to confirm, just buries his face into the mattress and starts to hump the leg that's currently restricting his every movement. The spanks fall harder, hotter, Dick's hand firm and strong against Tim's already reddened cheeks. Okay, now it's starting to hurt, but that's just making Tim moan louder, beg with more desperation in his voice.
The heel of the man's palm rubs against Tim's balls, sliding up to tease his asshole and the boy is screaming, clutching at the sheets beneath him for something, anything to cling to while Dick slips a finger inside of him, sheathing it to the knuckle before the barrage of blows from his free hand continues. It's almost enough to force him over the edge, cause him to come, the feeling of being filled up (one finger turns to two, turns to three so fast, Tim's forgotten how to breathe) combined with the vibrations caused by each and every spank-- the youngest Robin lifts himself up, all thought of playing the obedient pet sidekick forgotten. He's impaling himself on Dick's fingers, fucking himself on his lover's hand, ass raised up in the air high enough that it's easy for the man to lean down and swipe his tongue over his own fingers, rimming the loosened-up pucker with such skill and ease that it makes Tim jealous, makes him want to know how many times Dick has done this before. Another question for a more articulate time, the volume of his voice stuck somewhere between whimper and scream.
He wants to come, and nothing else in the world could seem even halfway as important, the pearly-white mess he's already made on Dick's thigh proof enough that he can't wait any longer. He murmurs something pleading, can't even be sure of what it is, exactly. Dick's chuckling, low and husky and the ache in Tim's balls just increases, hips jerking fervently to and fro. The man has to grab him, shove a forearm under his body to keep him still, and Dick's talented fingers curl around the boy's cock and begin to pump, perfectly timed with his fingertip-brushes to Tim's spot and that's it, he's coming, toes curling and Dick's name on his lips, hanging in the air for a long moment. His body is going limp against the bed, his lover's arm no longer there for the added support. He's lying across Dick's lap again, hips still twitching, riding out the last legs of his mind-numbing orgasm while a comforting hand strokes up and down his spine.
Slowly, Dick removes his fingers from the boy's exhausted body, shifting around to prop himself up on his elbows while Tim's attempts at regaining coherent thought don't seem to be going according to plan. "You alright, kiddo?" The question is sincere, but Tim hears the lust behind it, fluttering his eyes open long enough to see the man's own erection standing straight up and bobbing in the air. He moves towards Dick, all sluggish control and loose limbs, eventually deciding that lying with his head on Dick's shoulder, his legs tangled with the former acrobat's and a lazy hand pressed just above Dick's groin is the best he could do, given the circumstances.
"Yeah," he mumbles into Dick's skin, the back of his knuckles purposefully brushing his lover's cock while teasing his fingers along the man's abdomen, "I'm about a thousand times better than alright, assuming that I'll have any energy to go out patrolling later tonight. Did you- I mean- Yeah, obviously, you did, but- Did you like doing that?" He's concerned, honestly, almost worried about what Dick's going to say.
The older man snakes an arm around Tim's waist, using the leverage to pull the boy on top of him and Tim's face reddens. No matter how many weeks of their relationship pass, Dick is always finding new ways to turn the teenager on. "Of course I liked it." Dick's voice is on the right side of gravelly, his blue eyes flashing and his lips upturned in a devious smirk. "Actually, it was quite the learning experience for me," in one swift motion, Dick's on top of him, Tim's legs falling apart out of reflex and the newest Robin can't believe it, but he's getting hard again already. The hungry look on Dick's face, dark bangs falling over his eyes and that smile, that Cheshire grin could get anybody's heart pounding in a matter of moments, whether they'd just gotten off or not. "Oh?" Tim's voice cracks, only a little, one arm stretching up above his own head, what he hopes is innocent seduction playing on his face. "Why's that?"
There's a beat, while Dick seems to consider the possibilities. Tongue in cheek, he finally answers, "Bruce used to always say how he needed to fuck me after any of our spanking games. Now I know why," Tim's eyes widen, an unasked question answered, and Dick's mouth is on his throat and the boy's pulse is racing, "C'mere, you little tease. Finish me off or I'll spank you again, and a lot harder this time."
Tim hesitates.
Decisions, decisions.
END
smiles in his eyes; nightwing (dick grayson)/robin III (tim drake), nc-17, 1070 words, prompt: spanking
words by ~lantern, beta'd and otherwise made readable by ~lyraeinne ♥
The first blow is experimental. Tim's mouth hangs open regardless, jaw going slack while the rest of him begs to stand at attention. His cock throbs; trapped helplessly against the man's thigh as a consecutive third and fourth smack land upon his left ass cheek. There's no pain, not even a hint of it. Sure, to a certain degree, the slaps sting, but his lover is being deliberate, careful.
Tim can't keep himself from thinking he's being so fucking sexy, worshiping me, I'm in love, god, I'm in love, and Dick's making sure that the boy laying across his lap is thoroughly enjoying the attention. It's not a punishment. Bruce had done this to Dick, years ago, of that the newest Robin was almost one-hundred percent certain. Tim still wants to ask Dick if it had been like this between them, so heated and sexual and, in a word, perfect, but that was for another time. A time when he could speak would be good, because all that's currently tumbling out of his mouth is a mix of 'Oh god's and 'Fuck, yeah, don't stop's and 'Harder, do it harder!'s.
Dick's smirking. He doesn't need to say a damn thing for Tim to be sure of it. He doesn't turn his head to confirm, just buries his face into the mattress and starts to hump the leg that's currently restricting his every movement. The spanks fall harder, hotter, Dick's hand firm and strong against Tim's already reddened cheeks. Okay, now it's starting to hurt, but that's just making Tim moan louder, beg with more desperation in his voice.
The heel of the man's palm rubs against Tim's balls, sliding up to tease his asshole and the boy is screaming, clutching at the sheets beneath him for something, anything to cling to while Dick slips a finger inside of him, sheathing it to the knuckle before the barrage of blows from his free hand continues. It's almost enough to force him over the edge, cause him to come, the feeling of being filled up (one finger turns to two, turns to three so fast, Tim's forgotten how to breathe) combined with the vibrations caused by each and every spank-- the youngest Robin lifts himself up, all thought of playing the obedient pet sidekick forgotten. He's impaling himself on Dick's fingers, fucking himself on his lover's hand, ass raised up in the air high enough that it's easy for the man to lean down and swipe his tongue over his own fingers, rimming the loosened-up pucker with such skill and ease that it makes Tim jealous, makes him want to know how many times Dick has done this before. Another question for a more articulate time, the volume of his voice stuck somewhere between whimper and scream.
He wants to come, and nothing else in the world could seem even halfway as important, the pearly-white mess he's already made on Dick's thigh proof enough that he can't wait any longer. He murmurs something pleading, can't even be sure of what it is, exactly. Dick's chuckling, low and husky and the ache in Tim's balls just increases, hips jerking fervently to and fro. The man has to grab him, shove a forearm under his body to keep him still, and Dick's talented fingers curl around the boy's cock and begin to pump, perfectly timed with his fingertip-brushes to Tim's spot and that's it, he's coming, toes curling and Dick's name on his lips, hanging in the air for a long moment. His body is going limp against the bed, his lover's arm no longer there for the added support. He's lying across Dick's lap again, hips still twitching, riding out the last legs of his mind-numbing orgasm while a comforting hand strokes up and down his spine.
Slowly, Dick removes his fingers from the boy's exhausted body, shifting around to prop himself up on his elbows while Tim's attempts at regaining coherent thought don't seem to be going according to plan. "You alright, kiddo?" The question is sincere, but Tim hears the lust behind it, fluttering his eyes open long enough to see the man's own erection standing straight up and bobbing in the air. He moves towards Dick, all sluggish control and loose limbs, eventually deciding that lying with his head on Dick's shoulder, his legs tangled with the former acrobat's and a lazy hand pressed just above Dick's groin is the best he could do, given the circumstances.
"Yeah," he mumbles into Dick's skin, the back of his knuckles purposefully brushing his lover's cock while teasing his fingers along the man's abdomen, "I'm about a thousand times better than alright, assuming that I'll have any energy to go out patrolling later tonight. Did you- I mean- Yeah, obviously, you did, but- Did you like doing that?" He's concerned, honestly, almost worried about what Dick's going to say.
The older man snakes an arm around Tim's waist, using the leverage to pull the boy on top of him and Tim's face reddens. No matter how many weeks of their relationship pass, Dick is always finding new ways to turn the teenager on. "Of course I liked it." Dick's voice is on the right side of gravelly, his blue eyes flashing and his lips upturned in a devious smirk. "Actually, it was quite the learning experience for me," in one swift motion, Dick's on top of him, Tim's legs falling apart out of reflex and the newest Robin can't believe it, but he's getting hard again already. The hungry look on Dick's face, dark bangs falling over his eyes and that smile, that Cheshire grin could get anybody's heart pounding in a matter of moments, whether they'd just gotten off or not. "Oh?" Tim's voice cracks, only a little, one arm stretching up above his own head, what he hopes is innocent seduction playing on his face. "Why's that?"
There's a beat, while Dick seems to consider the possibilities. Tongue in cheek, he finally answers, "Bruce used to always say how he needed to fuck me after any of our spanking games. Now I know why," Tim's eyes widen, an unasked question answered, and Dick's mouth is on his throat and the boy's pulse is racing, "C'mere, you little tease. Finish me off or I'll spank you again, and a lot harder this time."
Tim hesitates.
Decisions, decisions.
END