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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      DCU_(Comics)
  Relationship:
      Dick_Grayson/Bruce_Wayne
  Character:
      Bruce_Wayne, Dick_Grayson
  Additional Tags:
      Age_Difference, Anal_Sex, Dominance, Shameless_Smut, Rough_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-09-12 Words: 3726
****** Got You Good ******
by AeeDee
Summary
     Blatant smut. Shamelessly inspired by a panel of Dick and Bruce,
     right here. I basically lifted some dialogue, and filled in a scene
     that I thought seemed... appropriate.
Notes
     I don't actively ship this pairing when Dickie is this young, but the
     writing bug bit me and would not let go. So, we have this. Please be
     advised that the "Underage" tag is there for a reason. If that
     unsettles you, this explicit smut will displease you.
Slammed against the gravel, rocks shifting against his back, sharp edges
digging into the fabric. He flinches from the pain, but he’s laughing, his face
contorted into an unsettlingly wide grin as he howls, “I totally got you!” He’s
almost gigging, “Admit it!”
The hands at his shoulders are pressing down firmer. Pushing him into the
rocks, pushing him with so much of his weight, weight that threatens to crack
his bones-
“I got you good,” he smiles up at him with wide eyes.
But he doesn’t get the reply he expects; he gets the reply he wants. A guttural
sound, a growl from deep in the man’s throat as he shifts more of his weight
down, his body hovering dangerously close above him, perilously close to the
point where he loses control.
That boy, he can’t stop smiling.
Yes. A frown on the man’s face, as his fingers shift over the boy’s delicate
shoulders; shift and begin to roam, trailing along the seam that sews his
sleeve to his vest.
Yes. Wandering hands. Wandering hands are good. Wandering hands-
Assertive, aggressive, rough hands pressing down, pressing in along the straps
that run down his chest, the straps that hold his vest together. Rough hands
roaming across his smooth chest, a teasing friction of leather gloves against
the fabric; what a tease, such a tease-
That boy, he bends his leg beneath the man; lifts it up to press against his
thigh. Not close enough; shifts and tilts his hips sideways, lifting and
sliding his leg exactly where he wants it. Pressing against the man’s inner
thighs, pressing and sliding as he twists and bends, twists and slides a limber
and agile knee to press against his groin.
“Dick,” his firm voice is rough around the edges. But that’s a good thing.
That’s a very good thing. Because that’s the way his voice sounds when he nears
his limit. When he’s almost gone too far.
A strong hand, pressed flat against his chest.
“Come on,” he whines playfully. “Don’t have it in you?” he lets the smile come
back, just a little. Sticks out his tongue in a quick flicker of pink between
his lips, and pulls it back with a light chuckle.
That strong hand; he’s pressing a thumb over a small bump beneath the fabric.
Because he knows exactly where it is, even though he shouldn’t. He knows where
to touch. Trails his thumb across it, pushing down in a slow circle as the boy
shivers under his touch.
“Ah, that’s-”
He’s teasing his nipples some more, both hands exactly where they need to be,
rubbing in harsh circles, circles that make the fabric grind and stretch across
his skin, firm and harsh circles that make him ache, that draw extra attention.
He’s slowing arching his hips forward, “That’s not fair,” but a grin lingers on
his face, his eyes wild and wide with what can only be desire. He slides his
leg back to the ground and balances himself flat, so he can get a better angle
to arch himself higher. His body a slow arch, a graceful curve as he rolls his
hips up and spreads his legs open to close the distance between their bodies.
The faint suggestion of coarse and heavy material against the feather-light
satin covering his groin; it sends a chill through his body, that tease, so
slight, so subtle, such a tease- He bends, he arches one more time, one slight
roll of his waist to move higher; he shifts his body downwards for a perfect
alignment, groin against groin, his cock starting to swell as he feels the cold
sensation of something hard and firm, the strong and sturdy feel of the only
thing that prevents him from feeling the impression of the man’s assured
erection.
But this is just as good, in a way. He rolls his hips again, rubbing against
that firm surface; the fact that it doesn’t yield is such a tease, such a
tease, and he finds himself purring from the pleasure as it strokes against
him, hard edges a faint spark of pain against the sensitive head as it strains
against his underwear. It wants to be free, wants to be touched, but this will
do for now. For now, he’s going to work with what he has at his disposal.
He’s slowly humping himself against his groin, as the man above him stares down
with a quiet look of horror. This is it. He’s losing it. He’s frowning, a low
growl from behind only barely parted lips. And that boy, that mischievous
thing, he’s staring up at him with a snicker, face becoming relaxed with
pleasure, the hint of flushed skin beneath the edges of his domino mask.
Bruce reaches down; suddenly, a firm hand. Dick tenses immediately, his eyes
wide open. His whole body experiences a jolt, a jolt of feeling, of sudden
arousal as a firm hand grabs hold of his cock and his balls in one go, pressing
in through the fabric, holding so tight it almost hurts, so tight there’s a
flicker of pain as that hand is massaging him, fingers caressing and stroking,
digging in like the fabric is not even there, digging in mercilessly as Dick
continues to arch his body and thrust against him. To thrust against that hand,
a hand trapped between their bodies, generating a delicious friction, a
delicious heat, a heat he can’t resist.
He starts to whimper from what he’s feeling, he licks his lips and parts them
to mouth an exact request, “Please.” One word that means everything. One word
that communicates exactly what he wants. There’s only one thing that word, said
just like that, voiced in that half-desperate, wanting tone; only one thing it
always meant.
Touch me. Lick me. Treat me obscenely. Handle me like your lover. Kiss me.
Shove your tongue down my throat, so far I almost suffocate-
Fuck me. Stick your cock inside me. Stick it in so far, I’ll hurt for days.
Fuck me mercilessly. Fuck me like a doll. Cum inside me. Claim me as your
lover, your toy, your-
They’ve played this game too many times before. Bruce knows the exact routine.
He knows it, every step of the way. It’s shameful and disgusting but he knows
it. Like a fine art, he’s perfected it. How to make the boy whimper. How to
make him gasp and moan and cry.
He sits up slightly, only far enough to move himself as the boy pauses. He
waits. Breathing heavy, suspended in the time between declaring what he wants,
and getting it. That spark of anticipation.
And the childish joy that overwhelms him, the giddiness he feels when he feels
Bruce’s hands tugging at the edge of his underwear. The rush of cold air that
sneaks beneath the fabric and dances over his cock, as it stands up the instant
they’re completely lowered. Bruce is sliding them down his legs, hands taking
their time along the way, now gloveless hands feeling his skin bare for the
first time in those agonizingly long hours since they started this mission.
Fingers exploring his thighs, his delicate knees, caressing his feet as he
plants a trail of kisses along one of his legs, from his toes to his calves,
from his knees to just below his hips as he crawls back on top of him, hand
exploring his skin the entire time, like he’s mapping the territory to memory.
A kiss to his thigh as his rough and calloused hands slide beneath his vest.
Firmly pressing hands roaming up his chest, heat gathering beneath the tight
fabric, as explorative fingers return to a sensitive nipple, teasing it in
small circles, Dick gasping out loud as he feels Bruce’s mouth close around the
head of his cock. He sucks on it in a deep kiss, his other hand traveling
across his hip to slide behind and grasp the nearest ass cheek, giving it a
firm squeeze as he sucks again, this time with more pressure, more suction, in
a combination of sensations that makes the boy’s entire body shake.
He arches up into his mouth, as that hand continues to knead at his ass,
abusing the soft skin, fingers surely leaving bruises in their wake. Rubs in
intent circles, increasingly aggressive as he traces his teeth along the shaft
of his cock, fingers pinching at his nipple, and he’s writhing from the
pleasure coursing through his body as he tilts his head back, rolls it back
against the gravel as he closes his eyes. His eyes obscured in darkness, the
shining metal of his black mask capturing and reflecting the light from a
nearby torchlight.
Dick moans faintly, moans to himself as he rocks himself forward, pushing his
cock inside the man’s mouth as he caresses it with his tongue, sucking and
massaging it with every thrust inside. His hands gripping that ass as firmly as
ever, even as the skin’s going numb. He lets his fingers, lets them explore,
drift ever so slightly to tease in the space between the cheeks, the hot and
sensitive valley between them as he presses his fingers against the boy’s
entrance. Teasingly, such a tease, they don’t go inside, they just press and
press, small circles, back and forth as Dick continues to hump into his mouth.
Such a tease, such a tease-
His voice almost desperate, broken for the first time all night. His eyes
flickering open for a moment as he growls, his pitch unsteady, “Just fuck me,”
as he cringes from a particularly strong sucking against his cock.
And then-
Cold air. Distance. Space. Necessary distance.
Because when he returns, his hand is slicking something wet against his ass,
fingers now probing at his entrance with intention, fingers coated slick with
what could only be lubricant, startlingly cold, a cold that makes him shiver
when one pushes its way inside him.
“Come on,” he whines, squirming against the contact as it moves its way in, “I
don’t need this shit.”
“Watch your mouth,” he’s pushing another in, a second; a spark of pain as the
boy’s body adjusts and tightens around it.
“I don’t need this,” he growls at him, in a low whine. He’s being teased, he’s
being fucking teased-
“You don’t,” the man’s voice rough and cruel, as he forcibly pulls his hand
away, making Dick yelp from the friction of something leaving his body so
quickly. He hits a new low note, “Fine,” as he uses both hands to push his legs
wide open and up, pressing his thighs against his lower stomach as he lines
himself up. Dick is staring at his knees admirably, because he knows what this
position means, he loves what this position means-
Dick closes his eyes when he feels the immediate impact, the impact of a hard
and thick cock pushing its way inside him, forcing its way inside an entrance
that doesn’t easily give. Lubricant that’s not enough, not enough to take it
this quick, a sharp sting of pain and sudden tension as Dick’s jaw falls slack
in a gasp of pain, a contorted sigh that makes him close his eyes and lean his
head back until the wave of pain subsides.
He shakes a little; trembles as that cock pushes its way in, bites down on his
lip as he waits, waits, waits, almost there-
Once he knows it’s almost halfway inside, he starts to relax; clears his mind,
unwinds his legs, focuses on easing the tension out of his body as he feels it
continue to push its way in, feels his ass stretch around it, feels its length
filling him up, the sensation of something hard moving deep inside him,
mounting him to his lover.
“Yes,” he sighs, when the man’s completely inside. “Yes,” when he feels the
man’s legs pressing against his ass cheeks, feels his strong hands smoothing
over his protruding hip bones, feels fingers dancing over his soft stomach,
sensitive and soft as he flinches from the surprisingly intimate contact. Chews
on his lip when the man slides back, his hard cock creating a spark of friction
as he jerks back and thrusts forward, thrusting back inside with a faster speed
than before, more fiction, more pain, but an acceptable level that brings him
more joy and pleasure than anything else.
It’s a dangerous game. Too hard, and he’ll hurt him. Too gentle, and the boy
won’t come. Not the way Bruce wants him to.
More friction, as he pulls back and thrusts again, hitting against the spot
that makes Dick tremble, a prostate that’s begging for his touch. He didn’t
know that part of his body existed, not until Bruce fucked against it. And
since then, he couldn’t get enough. It wasn’t sex without that spark, without
that intense bordering on pain and arousal and lust that rattled through his
body and made him crazy.
Crazy, he was rolling himself up to match the thrusts, ensuring to the best of
his ability that every thrust would hit exactly as deep as he wanted it.
Exactly as deep as he needed it. Fucking him so deep it hurt, so deep with a
cock that was too large for his body, a man that was too strong for him, firm
hands bruising his hips and thrusts that felt one inch away from tearing him
apart.
He’s moaning, his lips gradually parting more and more as the thrusts continue,
as they fuck like animals, in a consistent and primal rhythm that’s coordinated
and exact. Precise and furious, powerful thrusts as Dick’s body rattles and
shakes against each one, his back sliding against the gravel of the rocks
beneath him, rough edges starting to pierce through the fabric of his vest. He
feels the sting of his skin being cut up, feels the sting of blood pooling to
the surface, the stinging and scattered ache of paper-thin slices he couldn’t
care less about. It only adds to the sensation.
Pleasure is building, building inside him as the thrusts continue, thrusts
continue, friction with each one, pain that melts into pleasure, pleasure as he
hits his prostate, over and over, it’s on fire, his body’s on fire, he’s too
big for him, he’s much too big for him, he swears he’s growing bigger, he’s too
big, he’s too big-
But fuck does that pain feel so good. Fuck, fuck, Bruce is sliding a hand to
his ass again, fingers kneading against the skin as he continues to penetrate
him with a constant, merciless fury. Dick is smiling, smiling so damn wide, as
he wants to laugh to himself, wishes he had a way to express his delight. His
hands clawing at his face, trailing across the edges of his mask, sensually
smoothing his fingers over the edges for the stress relief, for the sensation
of touch something, of stroking something-
Fuck, you idiot, fuck-
He’s grabbing at his cock, struggling to initially get a good hold as he’s
bouncing around, being pushed and slid and moved at the mercy of the man’s
thrusts. Stroke that, stroke that- Fuck yes, fuck- He runs his hands over it
almost desperately, jacks himself off as he feels eyes on him, hungry eyes on
his face, and he watches as the ominous cowl moves and shifts, as the shadowed
face is peering down at his cock, watching his hands, watching his cock twitch
and start to leak-
And because he knows he’s being watched, he gives him a show. He lives to
entertain. Allowing the moans to escape, desperate and pained moans as he
shakes and cringes from the increased pleasure he gets just from engaging his
voice into the game. He’s gasping and panting, panting as he licks his lips,
staring up at him suggestively, begging him to look, begging him to look at his
mouth for just one moment-
But in the meantime, his cock is responding. He’s using his pre-cum as
lubricant around his fingers, stroking rapidly, pressing in deep the way he
knows Bruce likes to see it, presses in deep and twists at the head, stroking
and smearing cum completely down and up the shaft as he continues. A low
whimper, a whimper like he’s in pain, a moan like he’s being injured.
And now Bruce is staring at him. Staring at his shadowed eyes, looking at his
mouth when he traces his tongue suggestively across his lips, inviting him to
take a closer look. Inviting him to have a taste. Opens his mouth wider with a
pained gasp as Bruce pushes into him again, as Bruce changes his angle just a
little, just enough to change how each thrust feels. Because even the slightest
change means that cock is now moving differently inside him now, stimulating
him differently-
But fuck, the sparks when he pushes completely inside, fuck those remain the
same.
Bruce is hovering above him, and Dick stares up at him with fascination,
panting with his hunger, his thirst for him as he watches the sweat drip down
from beneath the edge of his cowl, listens to the rough and ragged lullaby of
his heavy breathing, lets it echo inside his head as he’s consumed with lust,
consumed with the excitement of being lusted for.
Come on, you idiot-
“What are you waiting for,” his voice a harsh whisper between broken sighs and
pants as he finds it remarkably difficult to talk with his body being shaken
and pushed about like this. “Do you need an invitation-”
He relaxes when he closes his eyes to the feel of a coarse tongue tracing its
way across his lips. It’s not a kiss; it’s a literal taste, a sampling of the
prize before he seizes it. A lick to sample the texture, a gentle sucking on
his bottom lip as he gasps against his mouth, numbing with some pressure to
assert his dominance. A kiss that’s disconnected and open-mouthed, broken gasps
against each other as their lips brush together, but what really connects are
their tongues, stroking against each other. It’s all wet and messy, Bruce is
licking his lips, the corners of his mouth, his tongue, his chin when he misses
the target between thrusts. And in between Dick’s moans and faint cries of
pleasure, cries that are beginning to escalate as his body starts to wear down
from the abuse, half the time their lips don’t touch at all, only tongues,
tongues sliding and meeting in the middle, exchanging saliva and heat.
Dick is starting to shake; he’s almost there. He’s almost there-
So Bruce stays a bit closer, pushing in as hard as he could, no longer
bothering to pull all the way back out. He just attacks his prostrate, hitting
as fast as possible, as many times as he can as he presses his mouth against
his, nearly suffocating each other as their tongues make love, their pants and
sighs faint murmurs against the other’s, murmurs and stray sounds that sneak
out along the edges, sounds between the spare drops of spit that trail down
Dick’s chin.
Dick’s hands squeezing his cock more and more, fondling himself, touching
himself as quickly as he can, beginning to squirm with pleasure as he feels the
pressure building, feels the immediate stress of needing to come. Panting
against Bruce’s mouth, moaning into his lips, squirming as Bruce fucks him so
raw he aches, so hard he hurts when he suddenly trembles, trembles and gives a
shake; a shake as he moans so loud he has to break the kiss, moaning just
inches away from Bruce’s ears, as he empties himself with a series of slow
pumps of his hand, spilling ejaculate over the man’s lower stomach, coating his
fingers with it, purring with pleasure as the last of it comes out.
And once he comes, as he’s dizzy from the orgasm and noticeably reeling, gaze
distant and wandering for a moment, Bruce is kissing the side of his face in a
series of quick licks and caresses, kissing his neck tenderly, sucking on it
for a moment of sharp, stinging pain—He should’ve known, he knew Bruce would
mark him somewhere—before he licks the sensitive spot, and watches the
developing bruise as he pulls back.
Resumes thrusting just the way he was before, Dick’s body aching, aching as he
thrusts and thrusts, aching, aching, the pain as he continues to thrust and
thrust, Dick tensing up, his eyes grow wide behind his mask, his stare intent
and startled as Bruce gives a low moan, a rumble of a moan he tries to suppress
and can’t, a moan that signals the disposal of cum inside his lover’s body.
Bruce is filling him up, he’s filling him up like the toy he is, as Dick gives
a small sigh of pleasure. He loves being used like this, loves the feel of cum
dripping out of his ass, loves the warmth of it inside him-
He squirms in happiness as Bruce comes down, comes down and relaxes, pushing
his softening cock in a few slow thrusts, because he knows Dick loves it, knows
Dick loves the feel of cum being pushed as far inside him as it’ll go.
And when he finally pulls out, Dick is sighing with joy, breathing slowing down
as Bruce takes a moment to look at him, a moment to take in the view. He seems
to nod to himself, and moves back over him, hovering above as Dick stares up
with a lingering happiness in his face.
Bruce leans in and kisses him on the mouth, a more sentimental gesture this
time. Dick nearly giggles, and hurries to kisses him back.
Bruce sighs, “You brat.”
Dick smiles at him, eyes shining from the darkness of his mask. “But you love
me.”
“Mm,” Bruce only makes a sound.
But Dick knows that particular sound, that exact sound, means yes.
And because he feels that way, Bruce will give him anything.
So he tries to push his luck, just to see what’ll happen.
“How about another round?”
Bruce sighs. But that’s not a completely negative sigh. It’s a contemplative
one.
“Come on,” he purrs at him, leaning forward seductively as he whispers against
his ear, “Fill me up.”
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