[He's still working on the assumption that maybe Dick won't even remember this later, but there's a harsh breath when he feels the bite and tilts his hips up for a different angle. He can be patient with this like he's also realized he's worked up and wants to draw this out. It's not every day something like this happens, except, like, sexboat kind of makes it so.
He's pulling Dick's hair and watching quietly, letting his partner bite and lick wherever he wants without thinking about the bruises that'll show up later. His other hand is sliding up under the lingerie shirt, pulling on strings and bunching up fabric. With his eyes half-lidded he leans his head back against the arm of the couch instead of sitting up again.]
Did you know... [This starts out low and almost conversational, quiet enough that Dick could really only hear it from where he's at but casual enough.] There are...so many things I think I want from you? And from other people, too, but I've never figured out how to ask for them because I don't know if they're mine to have. [A harder tug at his hair and his free hand moves back to Dick's ass like he's planning to hold him in place.] But you've always given me what I've asked for which...is just one of the things I've wanted.
[It's partially just because he's picked up Dick's willing to do anything he's asking for right now and partially because...it's a truth he's been trying to figure out how to say and there's no better time than when Dick won't remember. Great.]
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He's pulling Dick's hair and watching quietly, letting his partner bite and lick wherever he wants without thinking about the bruises that'll show up later. His other hand is sliding up under the lingerie shirt, pulling on strings and bunching up fabric. With his eyes half-lidded he leans his head back against the arm of the couch instead of sitting up again.]
Did you know... [This starts out low and almost conversational, quiet enough that Dick could really only hear it from where he's at but casual enough.] There are...so many things I think I want from you? And from other people, too, but I've never figured out how to ask for them because I don't know if they're mine to have. [A harder tug at his hair and his free hand moves back to Dick's ass like he's planning to hold him in place.] But you've always given me what I've asked for which...is just one of the things I've wanted.
[It's partially just because he's picked up Dick's willing to do anything he's asking for right now and partially because...it's a truth he's been trying to figure out how to say and there's no better time than when Dick won't remember. Great.]