[ there's a half-whine building up in dick's throat between the weight of junpei against him and his ministrations on his throat, but he swallows it down. he's still a bit oversensitive following another morning session this week, and he knows the logical thing to do when they're affected by touch would be to sleep separately, but this has been... nice.
escha leaving every morning leaves a kind of gutted, uncomfortable feeling in his stomach, but everything else has been very, very nice. which is why he leans his head back to give junpei more access to his throat even though he feels spent and jittery now that they've gotten off, every touch just that side of too much and not enough. ]
Yeah? [ his own voice is a little wrecked, the same way he kind of feels, but he doesn't even bother pretending to clear his throat as he smirks a bit dangerously ] Weird, because it kind of feels like you're getting worse.
[ it's absolutely believable when he's sweaty and still panting a little, lifting a hand to run softly against junpei's back. he wants to curl up against him and never get up, but that's the needy part of dick talking. ]
[In theory, they really should stop doing this to give themselves a break, and there's maybe some truth to Junpei getting a little worse especially when he spent the last year and then some not getting laid at all. Still, the response is a light smack to Dick's chest with the back of Junpei's hand while he continues working his teeth gently across his throat. He's overstimulated and too awake and Dick is right there which means...he's gotta.]
Then I'll go find somebody else to practice with. [Still the borderline of teasing, but he settles into Dick's hold. His mouth's slowing down, lazy movement across skin until it's just light kisses and he lays there pressed against him. He allows his eyes to shut half-way, almost like he's ready to go back to sleep.]
...it's Wednesday. [Said for no reason other than to give him some sense of time.] I don't really have any plans right away, do you?
[ dick's snicker at the smack turns into a little breathless hiss at the teeth, his eyes fluttering shut with a low, content moan. he's just glad it didn't come out as a whine, even if he ought to be a little embarrassed to still be this sensitive, maybe. he can't think of why right now, warm and pleased with the light ministrations. ]
Like you haven't practiced with anyone else this week. [ it's not exactly thought out as a response, even if it's still teasing, because so has dick, really. but he forces his eyes back open, still petting junpei's back with one hand. he hums. ] ... I've got nothing against a little lazy lie-in today. I'm... comfortable.
[ it's said with a quirk of his lips, because even though they're both sweaty and kinda gross, he means it. if he's honest, he wouldn't mind staying like this all day right now. ]
[No moaning, dear god please don't, he's getting worn out from the constant banging and yet it's like a pavlovian response by now to associate the sound with wanting to fuck him. Nevertheless he's cozy and to that question, Dick can probably see a few stray bite marks on Junpei's neck that definitely don't belong to him. Instead of responding about practice, he worms his way closer because the gentle treatment's kind of nice.]
You caught me. I'm gonna leave right after this to go fuck someone else to get better. [Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit. But the line of his eyebrows softens and he relaxes again, nose burrowing a little into Dick's chest.
Sometimes he daydreams about doing this with other people and it's harder to deal than he likes. Sometimes he takes what he can get and hopes it's not weird.] You're a very comfortable person, Grayson. [Mumbled into his chest, and maybe with more meaning than just physically comfortable.] We'll get up later then. The rest of the ship can wait for a while.
Good. I'll rate your improvement on a scale of one to ten.
[ it's reflexive, again, though less so now that they've settled simply into cuddles than when junpei was at his throat, and dick doesn't consider the implications that they'll be doing this again too much. he's enjoying the touch, the feeling of junpei on top of him for no reason than to just be, and something in his chest warms at the compliment. his other hand lifts up to run through junpei's hair idly, playing with the ends. ]
I get it. You just want a human body pillow 'til then.
[A headbutt follows, but there's no real meaning behind it. Instead, there's a mumble of something unintelligible while Dick's playing with his hair and it takes him a moment to sort his thoughts out.]
Like I said...sometimes I want everything to stop for five minutes. [It was something he said a week ago but somehow that's still true.] Haymitch said something to me the other day that I don't think I really realized myself. "You never had any time off, did you? You haven't switched off at all." [Which is true. Being in constant survival mode and continually working for answers and to help get them out of here and get back to Akane with Carlos means never stopping. Even when he's not here he's out talking to people and gathering clues.
He cracks an eye open to look at him, slightly unfocused but still pressed close.] So, I'm taking five minutes for the both of us. It's...been a while since I've had the chance to.
[And the reason that it's Dick in particular ties into knowing he'll understand, knowing he won't coddle him or let him grow complacent, and knowing that this person is still a reminder of two very important people. Then again, if he's honest, Dick has his own merits by virtue of being himself, too. But he's not thinking too hard on that.]
[ since junpei's pressed close against him, he can probably feel dick tense a little at the subject-- though by the time he's looking at him, he's taken a breath and forced himself to relax.
"i need a break, kaldur"
he wants to concentrate on the here and now instead of what he wanted (wants, god, he wants everything to just stop for a second so he can breathe), because what junpei is saying is nice. it's nice, and dick's smile is only a little on the sad side as he hums, continuing his idle movements. ]
You and me both. [ but junpei kinda knows that, and dick doesn't want to go into it when they're taking a break, so he stretches out his legs a little. ] Five whole minutes, huh? Try not to go crazy staying still that long.
[Yeah. He does. He isn't sure what to think of that, has figured there are definitely things Dick hasn't told him and likely won't and that's fine. Everybody has secrets, who the fuck cares? Junpei has enough of his own and being like this is supposed to be easy and free of thought.
There's a slow blink, which is actually probably a wink given it's one eye, as he looks at Dick and assesses that expression. Whatever it is, he presses another kiss to his throat before settling down again. He doesn't stretch, or move, or flex, staying in a small compact shape curled up and pulling the covers over himself. Dick can stay outside of the sheets, it's fine.]
Shows what you know. When I was in college I used to be able to fall asleep anywhere and knock out for as long as people would let me. [Still a joke, but also college feels like forever ago. One hand is curled into a fist against Dick's chest and the other is at his own side, fingers already slowly tapping.] And just for that challenge, I'm bumping it up to ten whole minutes.
[Strategically finding ways to keep Dick in bed longer? Maybe. But also, he's lazy right now.]
[ dick hums a bit at the kiss to his throat, eyes half-closing-- before he opens them and mock pouts a bit when junpei steals all the sheets. rude. but honestly, with junpei on top of him, he's plenty warm.
he's sleepy, like this, petting junpei with his weight on top of him. it feels... nice. he's staring at the tapping fingers a bit. ]
Never went to college. [ he says it in the kind of bored, final tone that implies he never will, either, even though he's nineteen, but he continues without missing a beat; ] But I'm pretty sure that's all college students as a rule.
[ and he hesitates, there, because he shouldn't, really, and they do have things to do eventually, maybe, but-- he smiles a bit ]
[Yeah, see, it's fine? By nature of sheets being sheets the edges are pooling around Dick anyway even with Junpei more or less swaddling himself in them, but for once he doesn't mind that Dick's a few inches taller. It makes laying on top of him easier even if the petting is actually making him drowsy. It's the movement of his own fingers that keeps him from drifting completely, but he huffs out an incredulous laugh.]
Like you would need to. [Either he's calling Dick smart or he's pointing out the crimefighting thing. He doesn't say which.] I dropped out because it wasn't worth it in the end. [Among other reasons.
They have things to do and the world won't wait forever, but he seems to decide this is some kind of game that'll also get him what he wants. Just for once. Just for a little while.] Twenty, and I bet you'll give up at eighteen.
[ dick smiles a bit at the-- compliment, he thinks, or he decides to take it that way anyway. the choice between crimefighting and a normal life felt like it started and ended at college, after-- after others chose to retire for school, and dick was never going to pick normal after robin died. maybe even before that. ]
Too sleepy for the party atmosphere? [ he doesn't expect junpei to list his reasons, but can't help himself teasing. though speaking of tease-- ] Please, I can do twenty easy. Bet you'll bail at seventeen.
[It's a compliment because he's aware there are smarter people on this ship, but like hell he'll openly say that. Smarter people, maybe better people. He's had time to think about all of his choices this week and it's maybe easiest to let those things disappear.
There's a low laugh but he doesn't answer.] I'll have you know I didn't even drink until I was legal. [He was that kind of nerd, and he's told other people this before. Except he wonders if that's even believable given he came back to their room drunk on their first weekend here. Oh well.] Twenty-five and you bail at fifteen. You're really bad at staying still.
[Pot, kettle. Especially given he's squirming a little to get more comfortable.]
Can't relate. [ it's said lightly, teasingly, and dick's maybe lifting his hand to properly run it through junpei's hair a bit, rubbing at his scalp ] Think I had my first taste of champagne at like-- what, ten?
[ there's context missing, there, like the fact that it was a stupid rich people thing and bruce had looked like he hadn't been sure whether to be mad dick had even tried it or amused he'd immediately spit it out, but none of that matters, because dick grayson fights crime and yet breaks laws on a daily basis. the dichotomy of vigilantism. anyway: ]
I'm bad at staying still? Look who's talking. You keep squirming like I'm gonna make a better pillow if you fluff me up.
[A scalp massage seems appropriate given there's a less snarky and more pleased sound in reply. As much as he's enjoying making fun of Dick and being difficult, the gesture genuinely feels nice. It's why it takes him a few moments to respond.]
Champagne huh. Well excuse me...[Nope. Back to snark but also wow sometimes he forgets that Dick has definitely lived some kind of life. He hasn't put together exactly that he's super rich but. The implication is maybe there.
But he also reaches down to pat his arm.] I'm expecting it, yeah. You're the one letting me do this, by the way, so all of my actions are not entirely my fault.
[Being ten also feels a really long time ago, and there's a grin somewhere against Dick's skin but he doesn't comment to it. Instead he thinks on the second sentence and shrugs a little.]
Some people probably would. [It's drawled out like he doesn't care, but he shifts again so he can see his face better.] And some people might even find this downright distracting.
[He doesn't reply immediately. He doesn't feel like explaining in detail but there's the sound of soft breathing across Dick's collarbone from where Junpei's laying and staring at the back of his eyelids.]
Yeah. [Belatedly and a little too slow, but his hand starts tapping again.] And what else do you count as a good distraction?
[ dick's immediate response is sex for no other reason than it's been on his mind in this place (shockingly.), so he takes a bit to answer ]
Besides... this? [ he tilts his head ] Uh. [ he knows he has-- had-- hobbies, but it feels like forever since he's done any of them. god. ] Flying? Not-- not literally, but...
[ he laughs, a little awkward. can he pretend he's been fucked stupid? that's an excuse, right? ]
[...there's a shake of his head, more amused than exasperated before his hand lifts, a finger spinning in a circle like it's flying through the air.]
Acrobatics. [It's what he assumes and there's an equally amused grin. It looks real enough with his eyes shut.] You could always just say "no tough questions", you know.
[ he stops petting junpei's head for a second, though he keeps up the light petting to his back, but he brings his now freed hand over to put an arm over his eyes for a second ]
They're not... supposed to be tough. [ and... that's the problem, really. ] I did mathletes in high school?
[There's a confused sound because why did you stop that?? But he doesn't...ask. Instead he lets that question hang and settles for an incredulous one instead.]
You...really are kind of a nerd, aren't you? [But he sounds a little pleased anyway.]
[ it's fine he can move the hand that was on junpei's back a bit up and up until he's petting the head again, because. why not. he keeps his arm over his face though, even when he lets out a short laugh. ]
You say that like it's a bad thing. [ or like it's a surprise, more likely ] And I like dork better, thanks.
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escha leaving every morning leaves a kind of gutted, uncomfortable feeling in his stomach, but everything else has been very, very nice. which is why he leans his head back to give junpei more access to his throat even though he feels spent and jittery now that they've gotten off, every touch just that side of too much and not enough. ]
Yeah? [ his own voice is a little wrecked, the same way he kind of feels, but he doesn't even bother pretending to clear his throat as he smirks a bit dangerously ] Weird, because it kind of feels like you're getting worse.
[ it's absolutely believable when he's sweaty and still panting a little, lifting a hand to run softly against junpei's back. he wants to curl up against him and never get up, but that's the needy part of dick talking. ]
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Then I'll go find somebody else to practice with. [Still the borderline of teasing, but he settles into Dick's hold. His mouth's slowing down, lazy movement across skin until it's just light kisses and he lays there pressed against him. He allows his eyes to shut half-way, almost like he's ready to go back to sleep.]
...it's Wednesday. [Said for no reason other than to give him some sense of time.] I don't really have any plans right away, do you?
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Like you haven't practiced with anyone else this week. [ it's not exactly thought out as a response, even if it's still teasing, because so has dick, really. but he forces his eyes back open, still petting junpei's back with one hand. he hums. ] ... I've got nothing against a little lazy lie-in today. I'm... comfortable.
[ it's said with a quirk of his lips, because even though they're both sweaty and kinda gross, he means it. if he's honest, he wouldn't mind staying like this all day right now. ]
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You caught me. I'm gonna leave right after this to go fuck someone else to get better. [Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit. But the line of his eyebrows softens and he relaxes again, nose burrowing a little into Dick's chest.
Sometimes he daydreams about doing this with other people and it's harder to deal than he likes. Sometimes he takes what he can get and hopes it's not weird.] You're a very comfortable person, Grayson. [Mumbled into his chest, and maybe with more meaning than just physically comfortable.] We'll get up later then. The rest of the ship can wait for a while.
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[ it's reflexive, again, though less so now that they've settled simply into cuddles than when junpei was at his throat, and dick doesn't consider the implications that they'll be doing this again too much. he's enjoying the touch, the feeling of junpei on top of him for no reason than to just be, and something in his chest warms at the compliment. his other hand lifts up to run through junpei's hair idly, playing with the ends. ]
I get it. You just want a human body pillow 'til then.
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Like I said...sometimes I want everything to stop for five minutes. [It was something he said a week ago but somehow that's still true.] Haymitch said something to me the other day that I don't think I really realized myself. "You never had any time off, did you? You haven't switched off at all." [Which is true. Being in constant survival mode and continually working for answers and to help get them out of here and get back to Akane with Carlos means never stopping. Even when he's not here he's out talking to people and gathering clues.
He cracks an eye open to look at him, slightly unfocused but still pressed close.] So, I'm taking five minutes for the both of us. It's...been a while since I've had the chance to.
[And the reason that it's Dick in particular ties into knowing he'll understand, knowing he won't coddle him or let him grow complacent, and knowing that this person is still a reminder of two very important people. Then again, if he's honest, Dick has his own merits by virtue of being himself, too. But he's not thinking too hard on that.]
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"i need a break, kaldur"
he wants to concentrate on the here and now instead of what he wanted (wants, god, he wants everything to just stop for a second so he can breathe), because what junpei is saying is nice. it's nice, and dick's smile is only a little on the sad side as he hums, continuing his idle movements. ]
You and me both. [ but junpei kinda knows that, and dick doesn't want to go into it when they're taking a break, so he stretches out his legs a little. ] Five whole minutes, huh? Try not to go crazy staying still that long.
[ like he's one to talk ]
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There's a slow blink, which is actually probably a wink given it's one eye, as he looks at Dick and assesses that expression. Whatever it is, he presses another kiss to his throat before settling down again. He doesn't stretch, or move, or flex, staying in a small compact shape curled up and pulling the covers over himself. Dick can stay outside of the sheets, it's fine.]
Shows what you know. When I was in college I used to be able to fall asleep anywhere and knock out for as long as people would let me. [Still a joke, but also college feels like forever ago. One hand is curled into a fist against Dick's chest and the other is at his own side, fingers already slowly tapping.] And just for that challenge, I'm bumping it up to ten whole minutes.
[Strategically finding ways to keep Dick in bed longer? Maybe. But also, he's lazy right now.]
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he's sleepy, like this, petting junpei with his weight on top of him. it feels... nice. he's staring at the tapping fingers a bit. ]
Never went to college. [ he says it in the kind of bored, final tone that implies he never will, either, even though he's nineteen, but he continues without missing a beat; ] But I'm pretty sure that's all college students as a rule.
[ and he hesitates, there, because he shouldn't, really, and they do have things to do eventually, maybe, but-- he smiles a bit ]
Bet you can't make it fifteen.
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Like you would need to. [Either he's calling Dick smart or he's pointing out the crimefighting thing. He doesn't say which.] I dropped out because it wasn't worth it in the end. [Among other reasons.
They have things to do and the world won't wait forever, but he seems to decide this is some kind of game that'll also get him what he wants. Just for once. Just for a little while.] Twenty, and I bet you'll give up at eighteen.
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Too sleepy for the party atmosphere? [ he doesn't expect junpei to list his reasons, but can't help himself teasing. though speaking of tease-- ] Please, I can do twenty easy. Bet you'll bail at seventeen.
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There's a low laugh but he doesn't answer.] I'll have you know I didn't even drink until I was legal. [He was that kind of nerd, and he's told other people this before. Except he wonders if that's even believable given he came back to their room drunk on their first weekend here. Oh well.] Twenty-five and you bail at fifteen. You're really bad at staying still.
[Pot, kettle. Especially given he's squirming a little to get more comfortable.]
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[ there's context missing, there, like the fact that it was a stupid rich people thing and bruce had looked like he hadn't been sure whether to be mad dick had even tried it or amused he'd immediately spit it out, but none of that matters, because dick grayson fights crime and yet breaks laws on a daily basis. the dichotomy of vigilantism. anyway: ]
I'm bad at staying still? Look who's talking. You keep squirming like I'm gonna make a better pillow if you fluff me up.
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Champagne huh. Well excuse me...[Nope. Back to snark but also wow sometimes he forgets that Dick has definitely lived some kind of life. He hasn't put together exactly that he's super rich but. The implication is maybe there.
But he also reaches down to pat his arm.] I'm expecting it, yeah. You're the one letting me do this, by the way, so all of my actions are not entirely my fault.
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and then he laughs a little, having a hard time pretending to be offended when junpei's being this cuddly. ]
What, am I supposed to throw you off me when you're this nice and cozy?
[ and dick's comfortable, obviously, he doesn't say ]
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Some people probably would. [It's drawled out like he doesn't care, but he shifts again so he can see his face better.] And some people might even find this downright distracting.
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... Sounds like they're missing out. [ is what he settles on, in the end, joke-y but quiet. ] There are some good distractions.
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Yeah. [Belatedly and a little too slow, but his hand starts tapping again.] And what else do you count as a good distraction?
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Besides... this? [ he tilts his head ] Uh. [ he knows he has-- had-- hobbies, but it feels like forever since he's done any of them. god. ] Flying? Not-- not literally, but...
[ he laughs, a little awkward. can he pretend he's been fucked stupid? that's an excuse, right? ]
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Acrobatics. [It's what he assumes and there's an equally amused grin. It looks real enough with his eyes shut.] You could always just say "no tough questions", you know.
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They're not... supposed to be tough. [ and... that's the problem, really. ] I did mathletes in high school?
[ that's a thing, right. ]
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You...really are kind of a nerd, aren't you? [But he sounds a little pleased anyway.]
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You say that like it's a bad thing. [ or like it's a surprise, more likely ] And I like dork better, thanks.
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No, no. It's...cute, I guess. [Still amused. ] Dick Grayson, the flying mathematic wonder-dork. Seems appropriate.
[It's something to think on because he's not surprised, but he likes learning all the same. ]
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My nickname as a kid superhero was "Boy Wonder", actually. So.
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