[ dick manages to sound both breathless and accusatory at once, and it's very hypocritical considering he's continuing his own ministrations and if they keep going like that they'll just grind each other to completion while making stupid commentary, and-- and honestly dick would be more than okay with that, except he wants... he wants, and he gives a groan before bending back down to kiss junpei, messy and aggressive, but it doesn't last long before he's mumbling-- ]
Okay, okay, let go for a second, I'm gonna-- I'll get stuff, I'm tired of coming in my boxers around you.
[ phrasing? he's not even sure what he's saying. but he wants junpei, and-- escha, still, that part's a little weird, she's not even in the room-- and it doesn't matter because he should also maybe let go of junpei. hm. he's not doing it. ]
[Escha's in the back of his head, too, but he's not stupid enough to say so when he has someone this wiling on top of him. He meets him for the kiss, the hand that was initially on Dick's ass sliding up to the back of his head to hold him there for as long as he can before he lets him pull back.
Thinking is overrated, but he laughs all the same.]
That's not even my fault. [He doesn't let go right away. Instead, the hand leaves Dick's hair and flops over the edge of the bed, feeling around on the floor before grabbing his jeans from the night before and pulling out both lube and condom to fling at his chest.]
Didn't even have to let go. [He's pretty sure he might die if he stops touching him right now, so that takes care of that.]
[ he sounds so proud of himself, and it is frankly a crime that dick is still this turned on after being pelted with lube and condoms. or, well, inevitable, because junpei's still palming his dick, but none of that stops him from laughing. he's raising a hand to his mouth to try and muffle it a bit, and the nails on his other one scrape junpei's chest a little as he moves. ]
I knew not picking up after yourself had an ulterior motive. [ it's embarrassing how much dick is enjoying himself, maybe, but he's not thinking of that, instead going for at least the lube with one hand, turning it over idly. ] I know we've kind of got an established pattern, but anything you want to change up this morning? Last call for requests.
[ that's the stupidest way to ask junpei if he wants dick to top this time, but dick doesn't linger too much on it, sitting back-- unfortunately out of kissing range-- so he can toy with junpei's waistband. he doesn't want to let go either, but they're unfortunately too clothed and too tangled to pull that off entirely, though he can't bring himself to care right now, grinning down at junpei like the other man isn't holding dick's straining erection. ]
So maybe it did. [He won't even deny it, but even when Dick laughs at him he slows the movement of his hand and inhales sharply when nails drag over him. He pauses, shifting to be fully on his back and stare up at him. His eyes seem to be focused on the tube in Dick's hand, expression hard to read even while he watches.
Even in his fuckbrain haze, he's not an idiot. He gets what Dick is asking because that's how Dick operates as a person. He understands the question even if he doesn't have an answer (or, likely, doesn't know how to just ask for what he wants) but the answer comes in the form of lifting his hips just enough to get across the message he'd rather have his boxers off.
It also comes in the form of Junpei using a leg to hook around and try to pull Dick closer again? Stop being out of range, what the fuck.]
I dunno...I'm still waking up, I think. [The sly grin says he absolutely knows what he's doing, and his hand that's in Dick's boxers moves to try and work them off even while Dick's sitting back.] View's not half-bad though.
[Top him, Grayson. That's about as clear as he's going to get at the moment.]]
[ dick lets junpei pull him back down by force (or, well, a well aimed leg) with a slight roll of his eyes like he's put-upon. it's very believable, considering he kisses junpei as soon as he's close enough, though he keeps it short to let him answer.
and answer he does, so dick undulates his hips a little to help junpei take off his boxers-- he could do it himself, but where's the fun in that?-- while he helps shucks off junpei's before moving to kiss his neck, right below his ear with a grin. oops, missed the mouth by quite a bit-- he's keeping his voice low to hide a laugh again, honestly. the banter is stupid, but it's-- it's fun. ]
In that case, I'll try and make this wake-up call not "half-bad", too. [ lazy, he thinks, a bit fond, and dick has always had too much restless energy to fit that mold himself, but it's not like he minds it. he uncaps the lube one handed (wow, what a talent) but doesn't do anything else with it yet, too busy between trying to make out with junpei and getting both their boxers off. ]
[The boxers are easy enough to remove from both of them and despite the fact that he just said he's still waking up and implying Dick should be doing everything, he hardly waits for the last bits of clothing to disappear somewhere over the edge of the bed before he uses one hand to pull Dick's head down and meet him for an almost-aggressive sort of kiss. It's not soft like previous ones, more like one of a desperate man who can't exactly express what he wants to say in the moment. The way Dick's voice sounds and the breath against his ear is another thing that drives him a little crazy, and even while they're making out the other hand shifts to try and wrap around both of their erections. He's not immediately pumping his hand because, like, it's dry and that would hurt a lot thanks very much, but he keeps his fist loose and moves over both of them, using the precum beading at the tip of his own dick as just enough to slide over them both.
The kiss is also a little sloppier than usual, more tongue and teeth than previous times but eventually he pulls back enough to murmur against his mouth.]
You sure? Because right now I think you're a whole lot of talk. [Don't. Make weird fraction jokes in bed, Junpei, that's weird.]
[ dick actually pauses at that one, his brain fizzling a bit between the aggressive kissing and the hand still (still, could junpei give him a break--) around his cock, but he-- has to ask. ]
Was that... was that a math pun?
[ he sounds delighted, is the thing, because he's actually a huge dumb nerd, and he doesn't give junpei time to answer before he's kissing him again, eager and grinning. he's squeezing some lube into his hand and nudging junpei's out of the way for a second to slick them both up-- if he insists on manhandling them like that, might as well-- and he hasn't done anything to warm it up so it's a bit of a shock, but he did that on purpose, really. ]
[No he can't give him a break because he's lazy but also touchy on a normal basis, moreso when extremely turned on and it means his hands are everywhere. He lets Dick pull away from the kiss and the only response is a knowing grin. It. It sure was. He doesn't bother with words as he meets him for the second kiss, hand knocked away but pawing at Dick's stomach instead.
Of course, there's a hiss and a flinch at the chill of the lube and he bites Dick's lip a little harder on accident. But with both of them slicked up his hand moves right back between the two of them, moving a little faster and easier now. But he still pulls back just enough to reply.]
Just a part of the equation.[Stop.] But hey, a little warning next time?
[ dick's answering grin is faux-innocent, licking his lip where junpei had bit just that little bit harder. ]
Isn't that one a little derivative? [ stop it. get some help. but he goes right back to kissing junpei after, sloppy, one hand on his hip and the other getting down to business, as it were. he's warmed it up for this-- maybe had just wanted the cooling sensation for his own sake and to see how junpei would react-- and he's slow and gentle with his motions, completely at odds with the kissing they're doing. he's mumbling half into it and half out-- ] That better?
[There's a snort of amusement.] Now you're just splitting the difference. [But it's fine. He's fine with kissing and stopping this stupid bullshit, hand still slicking over them even as Dick's busy with other things. There's a stretch of his back and a soft murmur even as he nods and tries to kiss him again.]
Much...[There's a lot he could say, but instead of saying it he's focusing on the inane need to get as close as possible. It also means his legs are moving to try and hook around Dick's waist and pull him down closer, but it's fine. There's a smirk, even as he draws in another breath as his hips roll down against him. Any touching is good touching now.] But I think you just like hearing you're doing a good job.
[ dick lets himself be pulled even closer, huffing a bit but not stopping his ministrations, curling his fingers a little at the sight of the smirk on junpei's face. they're a mess of banter and sloppy kisses, and junpei is relentless, and yet dick only finds himself charmed by it, somehow.
there's a bit of a shudder through him when junpei calls him out, though, and he hides his face in the crook of his neck with the pretense of biting at it lightly. he tries to keep his voice amused; ]
Mmm. You caught me. I'm a sucker for praise.
[ and it's true, is the worst part, but they don't have to linger on that, so dick maybe goes a bit faster and harder as a distraction. ]
[The distraction is more than welcome and Junpei's panting in Dick's ear when his fingers curl and pick up the pace. It's the only reason he keeps trying to kiss and touch him; he refuses to be the only person already dissolving into a mess here, but he settles for turning his cheek to keep Dick's head there for a moment.]
Hah. [It's breathed out, partially a laugh and partially a sound of uninhibited pleasure as he feels himself tighten around Dick for the time being.] Knew it...[...but as someone who's also a sucker for praise, he looks down and decides to use this to his advantage.] I like when you're fast...you're really good at that.
[ dick freezes, for maybe half a second, burying his face deeper in junpei's neck. he hadn't expected him to just go for it, and he's not sure how to react to his joke turned callout, except--
he picks up where he left off with a half-huff ]
You-- I must be, because no one in their right mind would tell someone "I like when you're fast" during sex. [ so he's turning it into a joke about the finish line, instead but it's not like he isn't listening to the praise and going for it, dragging his teeth on junpei's neck just a little. ]
[It's funny. The reaction is funny and he thinks nothing of teasing him further. The thought of "I already said I'm not in my right mind" flickers through his brain but he decides that's maybe a little too real. It's probably not the best thing to say right now when Dick has his fingers in his ass and his teeth on his neck.
Instead, there's a whimper of sorts when the teeth drag over sensitive skin (and likely over other marks.)]
I'm getting mixed messages here. [It's a low, sultry sort of tone as he lets his eyes stay shut.] Some people tell me to say what I want, and others--[He tightens around him again, free hand pulling at Dick's hair at the back of his head.]--seem to think the things I'm saying I want don't make sense. Which is it?
[He doesn't expect a reply to that, and instead there's a murmur in his ear.] Good with your teeth, too. Keep doing that...feels nice.
[ so maybe hair pulling is also a thing and dick's breath hitches. and maybe dick doesn't need to think about that part too hard, either, not when junpei's keeping running commentary and dick is trying not to react too obviously and incite him any further.
though he does it again when junpei asks, a little bit harder, trying to twist his fingers a bit to make sure-- if they keep up like this he really needs to just put that condom on, is the thing, or it'll get embarrassing for dick here. ]
You say that like I'm not listening to your needs. [ he punctuates listening with an almost bite at the junction of his shoulder-- just enough for him to feel it, nothing else. ] I'm still allowed an opinion, aren't I?
[It's something in what Dick says that makes Junpei loosen the hold on his hair and give him an unreadable look. It's not necessarily bad, but just something he's thinking about before there's a short sort of surprised moan at the nip to his shoulder.
Still, his fingers stay where they are at the ends of his hair and he arches his back and hips to accommodate more of Dick's fingers before he narrows his eyes again.]
Yeah, sure, everybody has one. And my opinion is that I really want something bigger. [This would maybe sound even cheesier and stupider if a.) it didn't sound kind of bossy and b.) his gaze wasn't drifting directly to Dick's erection and c.) if he wasn't trying not to writhe against the fingers still inside his ass.]
[ it's still cheesy and stupid, and dick muffles a laugh into junpei's skin before going back up to kissing him, a fond grin on his face as he lifts up ]
Yeah, okay. I hear you loud and clear, boss. [ he's kidding. but he kind of like-- he could do it with his teeth but he'd rather use both hands, so he does unfortunately have to stop playing with junpei's ass (is that what he's calling it), grabbing the condom junpei unceremoniously threw at him earlier and ripping it open. he puts it on with a kind of practiced ease because he's terrible, and he has to change the angle of his hips a little, but he's pretty sure he's made junpei wait long enough that he doesn't wait too long before Going All In.
i'm sorry, i had to make the joke, i'll be good in this smut thread now maybe. ]
[There's a pull at his hair just for mocking him, but at the same time it's hard not to smirk into that kiss as he lays back and lets Dick do his thing. There's a disgruntled huff when the fingers pull back and leave him empty, but he's letting himself lay back and wait. He can pretend to be a pillow queen? Whatever.
But also. Like. He's blatantly watching what Dick's doing which is why there's no surprise when he finally stops screwing around, a satisfied hum deep in his throat following that. You're the worst, thanks for that.
Either way, Going All In also means that Junpei's legs are immediately shifting to wind around Dick to pull him in closer, arms up and nails digging into his shoulders. He wasn't kidding when he said he wanted something bigger. Congrats on the morning sex, boys.]
[ it only took them fifty years to get to this, i'm proud of them.
Dick isn't sure what's nicer-- fucking junpei, or junpei's reaction to it as he clings with his entire body, but he lets out a bit of a stuttered moan as he's pulled closer, not stopping in his rhythm. he wastes no time bringing a hand between them to help junpei out-- if the guy intends to cling, he can't exactly take care of himself, and he palms his erection lightly at first, a teasing touch. i am picking an icon without a facial expression to save myself ]
[A true gentleman. Except, like, Junpei actually says part of the phrase out loud in a murmured daze as he continues to pull and cling, hips attempting to press down every time Dick pushes him to him. So maybe he's clingy and maybe he's enjoying himself. He doesn't, at least, voice out loud that Dick being multitalented is a good thing but he shifts enough to lift and bring his mouth closer.
They aren't full sentences by any means, but rather they're sentiments of flat-out praise because sometimes even while being fucked Junpei will remember things to fluster and help his partner out. He tightens around Dick to drag this out, a breathy groan following with a particular movement from the hand on his erection and red marks from his nails in Dick's shoulder. Clinging to him, he's more or less settling to keep him as close as possible. That's probably the most important thing here, but one hand eventually starts to venture over his shoulder and to Dick's chest just because it can.]
[ flustered is infinitely the word for it, because even though dick doesn't falter in his pace-- whether fucking junpei or getting him off-- there's a definite glazed look and his eyes and a flush to his face that cannot be entirely blamed on the physical exertion. he tries to hide his face from view, using junpei's clinging as an excuse to just keep his head down near his neck. they're not even full sentences, and it started as a joke he hadn't expected junpei to follow through, but it feels like too much. his grip on junpei's hip might be a little bruising, now.
he's not even that sensitive (or-- he thinks so, he's not sure of anything right now--) but the hand going to his chest makes him moan in surprise, and it feels too loud for what it was, and maybe it's more a reaction to other things because dick's just-- he needs junpei to stop saying things, maybe. ]</small
[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. ]
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[ dick manages to sound both breathless and accusatory at once, and it's very hypocritical considering he's continuing his own ministrations and if they keep going like that they'll just grind each other to completion while making stupid commentary, and-- and honestly dick would be more than okay with that, except he wants... he wants, and he gives a groan before bending back down to kiss junpei, messy and aggressive, but it doesn't last long before he's mumbling-- ]
Okay, okay, let go for a second, I'm gonna-- I'll get stuff, I'm tired of coming in my boxers around you.
[ phrasing? he's not even sure what he's saying. but he wants junpei, and-- escha, still, that part's a little weird, she's not even in the room-- and it doesn't matter because he should also maybe let go of junpei. hm. he's not doing it. ]
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Thinking is overrated, but he laughs all the same.]
That's not even my fault. [He doesn't let go right away. Instead, the hand leaves Dick's hair and flops over the edge of the bed, feeling around on the floor before grabbing his jeans from the night before and pulling out both lube and condom to fling at his chest.]
Didn't even have to let go. [He's pretty sure he might die if he stops touching him right now, so that takes care of that.]
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I knew not picking up after yourself had an ulterior motive. [ it's embarrassing how much dick is enjoying himself, maybe, but he's not thinking of that, instead going for at least the lube with one hand, turning it over idly. ] I know we've kind of got an established pattern, but anything you want to change up this morning? Last call for requests.
[ that's the stupidest way to ask junpei if he wants dick to top this time, but dick doesn't linger too much on it, sitting back-- unfortunately out of kissing range-- so he can toy with junpei's waistband. he doesn't want to let go either, but they're unfortunately too clothed and too tangled to pull that off entirely, though he can't bring himself to care right now, grinning down at junpei like the other man isn't holding dick's straining erection. ]
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Even in his fuckbrain haze, he's not an idiot. He gets what Dick is asking because that's how Dick operates as a person. He understands the question even if he doesn't have an answer (or, likely, doesn't know how to just ask for what he wants) but the answer comes in the form of lifting his hips just enough to get across the message he'd rather have his boxers off.
It also comes in the form of Junpei using a leg to hook around and try to pull Dick closer again? Stop being out of range, what the fuck.]
I dunno...I'm still waking up, I think. [The sly grin says he absolutely knows what he's doing, and his hand that's in Dick's boxers moves to try and work them off even while Dick's sitting back.] View's not half-bad though.
[Top him, Grayson. That's about as clear as he's going to get at the moment.]]
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and answer he does, so dick undulates his hips a little to help junpei take off his boxers-- he could do it himself, but where's the fun in that?-- while he helps shucks off junpei's before moving to kiss his neck, right below his ear with a grin. oops, missed the mouth by quite a bit-- he's keeping his voice low to hide a laugh again, honestly. the banter is stupid, but it's-- it's fun. ]
In that case, I'll try and make this wake-up call not "half-bad", too. [ lazy, he thinks, a bit fond, and dick has always had too much restless energy to fit that mold himself, but it's not like he minds it. he uncaps the lube one handed (wow, what a talent) but doesn't do anything else with it yet, too busy between trying to make out with junpei and getting both their boxers off. ]
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The kiss is also a little sloppier than usual, more tongue and teeth than previous times but eventually he pulls back enough to murmur against his mouth.]
You sure? Because right now I think you're a whole lot of talk. [Don't. Make weird fraction jokes in bed, Junpei, that's weird.]
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Was that... was that a math pun?
[ he sounds delighted, is the thing, because he's actually a huge dumb nerd, and he doesn't give junpei time to answer before he's kissing him again, eager and grinning. he's squeezing some lube into his hand and nudging junpei's out of the way for a second to slick them both up-- if he insists on manhandling them like that, might as well-- and he hasn't done anything to warm it up so it's a bit of a shock, but he did that on purpose, really. ]
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Of course, there's a hiss and a flinch at the chill of the lube and he bites Dick's lip a little harder on accident. But with both of them slicked up his hand moves right back between the two of them, moving a little faster and easier now. But he still pulls back just enough to reply.]
Just a part of the equation.[Stop.] But hey, a little warning next time?
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Isn't that one a little derivative? [ stop it. get some help. but he goes right back to kissing junpei after, sloppy, one hand on his hip and the other getting down to business, as it were. he's warmed it up for this-- maybe had just wanted the cooling sensation for his own sake and to see how junpei would react-- and he's slow and gentle with his motions, completely at odds with the kissing they're doing. he's mumbling half into it and half out-- ] That better?
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Much...[There's a lot he could say, but instead of saying it he's focusing on the inane need to get as close as possible. It also means his legs are moving to try and hook around Dick's waist and pull him down closer, but it's fine. There's a smirk, even as he draws in another breath as his hips roll down against him. Any touching is good touching now.] But I think you just like hearing you're doing a good job.
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there's a bit of a shudder through him when junpei calls him out, though, and he hides his face in the crook of his neck with the pretense of biting at it lightly. he tries to keep his voice amused; ]
Mmm. You caught me. I'm a sucker for praise.
[ and it's true, is the worst part, but they don't have to linger on that, so dick maybe goes a bit faster and harder as a distraction. ]
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Hah. [It's breathed out, partially a laugh and partially a sound of uninhibited pleasure as he feels himself tighten around Dick for the time being.] Knew it...[...but as someone who's also a sucker for praise, he looks down and decides to use this to his advantage.] I like when you're fast...you're really good at that.
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he picks up where he left off with a half-huff ]
You-- I must be, because no one in their right mind would tell someone "I like when you're fast" during sex. [ so he's turning it into a joke about the finish line, instead but it's not like he isn't listening to the praise and going for it, dragging his teeth on junpei's neck just a little. ]
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Instead, there's a whimper of sorts when the teeth drag over sensitive skin (and likely over other marks.)]
I'm getting mixed messages here. [It's a low, sultry sort of tone as he lets his eyes stay shut.] Some people tell me to say what I want, and others--[He tightens around him again, free hand pulling at Dick's hair at the back of his head.]--seem to think the things I'm saying I want don't make sense. Which is it?
[He doesn't expect a reply to that, and instead there's a murmur in his ear.] Good with your teeth, too. Keep doing that...feels nice.
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though he does it again when junpei asks, a little bit harder, trying to twist his fingers a bit to make sure-- if they keep up like this he really needs to just put that condom on, is the thing, or it'll get embarrassing for dick here. ]
You say that like I'm not listening to your needs. [ he punctuates listening with an almost bite at the junction of his shoulder-- just enough for him to feel it, nothing else. ] I'm still allowed an opinion, aren't I?
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Still, his fingers stay where they are at the ends of his hair and he arches his back and hips to accommodate more of Dick's fingers before he narrows his eyes again.]
Yeah, sure, everybody has one. And my opinion is that I really want something bigger. [This would maybe sound even cheesier and stupider if a.) it didn't sound kind of bossy and b.) his gaze wasn't drifting directly to Dick's erection and c.) if he wasn't trying not to writhe against the fingers still inside his ass.]
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Yeah, okay. I hear you loud and clear, boss. [ he's kidding. but he kind of like-- he could do it with his teeth but he'd rather use both hands, so he does unfortunately have to stop playing with junpei's ass (is that what he's calling it), grabbing the condom junpei unceremoniously threw at him earlier and ripping it open. he puts it on with a kind of practiced ease because he's terrible, and he has to change the angle of his hips a little, but he's pretty sure he's made junpei wait long enough that he doesn't wait too long before Going All In.
i'm sorry, i had to make the joke, i'll be good in this smut thread now maybe. ]
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But also. Like. He's blatantly watching what Dick's doing which is why there's no surprise when he finally stops screwing around, a satisfied hum deep in his throat following that. You're the worst, thanks for that.
Either way, Going All In also means that Junpei's legs are immediately shifting to wind around Dick to pull him in closer, arms up and nails digging into his shoulders. He wasn't kidding when he said he wanted something bigger. Congrats on the morning sex, boys.]
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Dick isn't sure what's nicer-- fucking junpei, or junpei's reaction to it as he clings with his entire body, but he lets out a bit of a stuttered moan as he's pulled closer, not stopping in his rhythm. he wastes no time bringing a hand between them to help junpei out-- if the guy intends to cling, he can't exactly take care of himself, and he palms his erection lightly at first, a teasing touch. i am picking an icon without a facial expression to save myself ]
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They aren't full sentences by any means, but rather they're sentiments of flat-out praise because sometimes even while being fucked Junpei will remember things to fluster and help his partner out. He tightens around Dick to drag this out, a breathy groan following with a particular movement from the hand on his erection and red marks from his nails in Dick's shoulder. Clinging to him, he's more or less settling to keep him as close as possible. That's probably the most important thing here, but one hand eventually starts to venture over his shoulder and to Dick's chest just because it can.]
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he's not even that sensitive (or-- he thinks so, he's not sure of anything right now--) but the hand going to his chest makes him moan in surprise, and it feels too loud for what it was, and maybe it's more a reaction to other things because dick's just-- he needs junpei to stop saying things, maybe. ]</small
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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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