[Good. That's exactly what he wants and even with Dick's face hidden in his neck he turns just enough to continue because the responses are what he's greedy for. It's too much in its own way, the hand on his hip grounding him and drawing out some sort of choked sound.
The hand at Dick's chest continues, just the tip of one finger tracing over whatever bits of skin and contour lines he can, teasingly flicking a nipple and winding down to his abs. There's a whisper that sounds almost like begging him to go harder, a soft congratulations on the angle of his thrusts and maybe he lost the point of just messing with him and he's openly just telling him what to do.
The hand on his own cock is still moving and there's a harsh exhale, the arm around Dick's shoulder tensing and legs curling tighter.]
That's perfect... [It's the one, complete sentence he says, face shifting to try and burrow in Dick's hair while Dick's face is against his neck. He's not going to last much longer like this, but if he's going down he's taking Dick with him.]
[ his breathing's harsh and uneven, and if there's something even more satisfying than the praise it's junpei finally giving in and telling dick what he wants, what feels good, and dick being able to just act on that.
but also, junpei is touching and talking and for reason, some very stupid reason dick won't think about too much, that one complete sentence is what does it for him, and he bites down at the junction of his neck with a low moan when he comes, and his hand on junpei's dick (i had to say it at least once) stills for maybe a second or two before he keeps going, limbs shaking a little as he struggles to hold himself up now ]
[Somehow it's what he was waiting for. His stamina isn't great but stubbornness is an excellent motivator in times like these. There's a higher sort of whine when Dick bites him, feeling himself latch on even tighter to keep Dick inside of him. I hate that Dick's Dick is a sentence I wanted to avoid writing.
It doesn't hurt that Dick's hand keeps moving and he's shifting his head enough to try and kiss him, sloppy and not entirely on target. It doesn't last much longer before he stutters out a moan, head falling forward while spilling over Dick's hand. He doesn't move immediately, breath ragged and uneasy as he pulls on Dick's hair again loosely. Good...thanks for that, Nightwing.]
[ dick's the one who can't hold on after junpei comes, something decidedly too close to a whimper caught in his throat when he feels the loose pull of his hair. he flops, but even like this he's graceful enough to not fall on top of junpei as he slips out of him, lying down next to him instead. he's all ragged breaths and closed eyes for a bit, the hand not sticky with junpei's come brushing lightly against his thigh instead of bruising his hip now.
he feels like an itch has been scratched, and good, and yet-- a bit electrified and embarrassed, still, from that litany of half-praises. they should clean up. he should clean up, and he takes care of the condom with the ease of someone who has very good aim and is used to tying up loose ends.
i'm sorry i can't stop punning. he's quiet for a bit before: ]
Thanks for indulging me.
[ he vaguely recalls their earlier talk, it's fine, he's deciding what to do with his sticky hand right now. ]
[There's something that can only be described as a displeased grunt when Dick pulls out, even as he shifts closer and even as he carefully stretches out his legs.]
That's never gonna stop feeling weird. [It's mumbled to himself, but whatever. His legs are sprawled and he's trembling slightly under Dick's hand anyway as he works on calming himself down. He allows himself to watch Dick slide the condom off and follows it with his eyes as it ends up in the trash, giving him a half-lidded look as he shrugs.]
Pretty sure that's my line. [...he's also eyeing Dick's hand. He kind of wants to lick it? No, that's weird, stop trying to one-up him it's not a competition, Junpei.] Just wipe it on the sheets, it's my day for laundry according to the schedule anyway.
[ dick hums a bit-- he can't disagree that it is a weird feeling, but it's one dick himself kinda likes normally, but he's not quite there on the admitting too bluntly to that yet. as it is, speaking of competition-- when junpei tells him to wipe it on the sheets dick blinks long and slow before humming again, louder, as he deliberately raises his hand to his mouth and licks his fingers clean, slow while keeping eye contact because--
because why not? it's not the first time he's swallowed junpei down anyway? he seems very pleased with himself, though it's hard to tell if it's from being terrible or from the compliment. ]
[Look at this point in time Junpei has only been on the receiving end of anal, like, twice. Leave him alone. Instead, he gives Dick the most deadeyed look possible before he uses a hand and pushes on Dick's face.]
And now you're just being mean. Never mind, I take back everything I just said. You're bad at this, don't ever touch me again. [Which is oh so convincing when his foot's kicking at Dick's leg lightly.]
[ dick's laughing a little, low and soft and muffled under junpei's hand a bit, but HIS hand's clean and junpei isn't actually mad, so who's winning? ]
How was that mean? I'm saving you extra clean up time.
[ he says that like junpei doesn't have to wash the sheets anyway. ]
Maybe next time I'll lick your hand clean and see how you like it. [He's grumbling and still pushing on Dick's face so...Dick is somehow still winning. Eventually, he flops on his back and lets his hand fall.]
If you really felt bad you'd volunteer to clean them yourself. [He doesn't care, and also, give him something to do.] It's fine, she'll never know the differencec...
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The hand at Dick's chest continues, just the tip of one finger tracing over whatever bits of skin and contour lines he can, teasingly flicking a nipple and winding down to his abs. There's a whisper that sounds almost like begging him to go harder, a soft congratulations on the angle of his thrusts and maybe he lost the point of just messing with him and he's openly just telling him what to do.
The hand on his own cock is still moving and there's a harsh exhale, the arm around Dick's shoulder tensing and legs curling tighter.]
That's perfect... [It's the one, complete sentence he says, face shifting to try and burrow in Dick's hair while Dick's face is against his neck. He's not going to last much longer like this, but if he's going down he's taking Dick with him.]
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but also, junpei is touching and talking and for reason, some very stupid reason dick won't think about too much, that one complete sentence is what does it for him, and he bites down at the junction of his neck with a low moan when he comes, and his hand on junpei's dick (i had to say it at least once) stills for maybe a second or two before he keeps going, limbs shaking a little as he struggles to hold himself up now ]
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It doesn't hurt that Dick's hand keeps moving and he's shifting his head enough to try and kiss him, sloppy and not entirely on target. It doesn't last much longer before he stutters out a moan, head falling forward while spilling over Dick's hand. He doesn't move immediately, breath ragged and uneasy as he pulls on Dick's hair again loosely. Good...thanks for that, Nightwing.]
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he feels like an itch has been scratched, and good, and yet-- a bit electrified and embarrassed, still, from that litany of half-praises. they should clean up. he should clean up, and he takes care of the condom with the ease of someone who has very good aim and is used to tying up loose ends.
i'm sorry i can't stop punning. he's quiet for a bit before: ]
Thanks for indulging me.
[ he vaguely recalls their earlier talk, it's fine, he's deciding what to do with his sticky hand right now. ]
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That's never gonna stop feeling weird. [It's mumbled to himself, but whatever. His legs are sprawled and he's trembling slightly under Dick's hand anyway as he works on calming himself down. He allows himself to watch Dick slide the condom off and follows it with his eyes as it ends up in the trash, giving him a half-lidded look as he shrugs.]
Pretty sure that's my line. [...he's also eyeing Dick's hand. He kind of wants to lick it? No, that's weird, stop trying to one-up him it's not a competition, Junpei.] Just wipe it on the sheets, it's my day for laundry according to the schedule anyway.
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because why not? it's not the first time he's swallowed junpei down anyway? he seems very pleased with himself, though it's hard to tell if it's from being terrible or from the compliment. ]
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And now you're just being mean. Never mind, I take back everything I just said. You're bad at this, don't ever touch me again. [Which is oh so convincing when his foot's kicking at Dick's leg lightly.]
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How was that mean? I'm saving you extra clean up time.
[ he says that like junpei doesn't have to wash the sheets anyway. ]
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I'm not making Escha sleep on post-fuck sheets.
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[ he's batting his eyes under junpei's hand so he really is winning. although-- dick groans a little ]
I was joking, don't make me feel bad. [ escha doesn't?? deserve??? that??? ]
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If you really felt bad you'd volunteer to clean them yourself. [He doesn't care, and also, give him something to do.] It's fine, she'll never know the differencec...
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[ his smile's sharp as he says it, because. he's like this i'm sorry. anyway-- he laughs a bit ]
You already made me do all the work once today, remember? You can keep your chore duty.
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If it was such work fucking me, guess I'll do it myself next time. [Wait, shit, no.] Wouldn't want to keep wearing you out so early in the day.
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You need me to buy the bedazzled dildo to help with that?
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