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works/804638.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Batman_(Comics), Batman_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Dick_Grayson/Bruce_Wayne
  Character:
      Dick_Grayson, Bruce_Wayne
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-05-15 Words: 2244
****** Submission ******
by Silencing
Summary
     Dick wants to try something a little kinkier this time. This was a
     commissioned work.
Bruce pushed the door to his bedroom open and caught his breath at what he
found inside. Dick was there waiting for him, his back turned, facing the
antique full-length mirror that’d once belonged to Bruce’s grandfather. Even
from where he stood, Bruce could see the color riding high in Dick’s cheeks in
his reflection, the nervous flicker of his gaze. He was holding a strip of dark
leather to his throat, chin tipped back to show the contrast against his warm,
soft skin. The rest of him was still clothed from school, though the top few
buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a sliver of olive skin that seemed
more obscene to Bruce than if he’d been standing there stark naked.
“I hope you finished your homework,” Bruce said, needing to break the silence
and fill the space between them but unable to come up with anything better.
Dick flashed a nervous grin, still facing the mirror. “That’s a pretty bad
pick-up line. You should really work on those.”
Bruce grunted in response and moved into the room, shutting the door behind him
with a soft ‘click’. Dick watched him approach in his reflection, his body
tensing like a coiled spring, but when Bruce laid a hand on his shoulder he
relaxed all at once, leaning against his broad chest. Bruce felt him exhale a
long, quiet sigh and brushed his fingers through the boy’s dark hair, smiling
at the way Dick butted up against his hand.
“This is quite handsome,” Bruce said, taking the ends of the collar from him
and holding it against Dick’s throat himself. “Where did you get it?”
“I made it,” Dick replied, flushing a darker red. “Found some leather scraps
laying around, and I thought you might like it if I… if you could put a collar
on me.”
He fidgeted in place, tensing up again, second-guessing himself. Dick didn’t
even know if he wanted this yet. How could he be sure Bruce would? They’d
played at power games in the bedroom from the time Dick had first climbed into
Bruce’s lap, both of them still in costume, but they’d never put words or
definitions to any of it. Dick wanted to know what it would feel like to have
Bruce take control, definitively – to own him.
Bruce held the collar to Dick’s throat with one hand and rubbed his fingers
against the back of his neck with the other until Dick started to squirm in
place, tense for an entirely different reason. “You’re right. I do.”
Dick held his breath as Bruce wrapped the pliable leather around his neck, only
letting go when he heard the buckle click closed. The metal ring in front just
touched the base of his throat, jingling as he turned this way and that to
admire his reflection in the mirror. He looked small against Bruce’s body, only
half his size, and when Bruce brought a hand up to check the fit of his collar,
his fingers nearly circled his neck.
“I don’t know whether to praise you for knowing what I like,” Bruce rumbled,
“Or chastise you for teasing.”
Dick shuddered and turned to face him, leaning up on tip-toes to brush his lips
to Bruce’s jaw. He knew how to read Bruce’s tone better than anyone – he had
to. That deep, bone-rattling sound that was more thunder than words cut
straight through him, made his cock twitch. Bruce got it, wanted it. Dick’s
whole world narrowed down to the big man’s desires, to all the things Dick
could do to please him.
“I’m sorry for presuming, sir,” he breathed, toes curling in the carpet, “But I
was right.”
Bruce hooked a finger in the ring at the front of his collar and jerked up,
forcing Dick’s head back. His other hand slid between his legs, pushing them
apart and grabbing him through his uniform pants. “Don’t smart-mouth me, boy.”
“I wasn’t being smart,” Dick gasped, gripping Bruce’s shoulders. “I promise. I
would never talk back to- mmh!”
Bruce cut him off with a kiss, swallowing his words and replacing them with the
heat of his mouth. Dick clung to him, sliding one leg up along Bruce’ and
rolling his hips against his hand, his cock swelling against the tight fabric
of his pants. His heart was pounding, pulse fluttering in his throat. Bruce
hadn’t been this hungry for him in a long time. His hands were everywhere on
him, grabbing and squeezing and pulling, and Dick could feel how hard he was,
his cock pressed hot against his belly.
“You’re testing me,” Bruce growled as he broke away from the kiss. He tugged on
Dick’s collar, walking him back towards the bed, and then shoved him down onto
it, pinning him there with a stare. Dick squirmed but stayed put, sprawled out
on the smooth, meticulously straightened sheets, pink-cheeked and breathing
hard.
Bruce began to undress slowly, working first at the buttons of his shirt,
popping them open one by one with Dick’s eyes fixed to every bit of exposed
skin. He maintained a thin veneer of calm, though his heart was pounding just
as fast as Dick’s, and his cock was straining at the front of his slacks. His
gaze was cold, impersonal, making Dick squirm even harder with embarrassment, a
naughty boy facing his Daddy’s disappointment.
Dick licked his dry lips and opened his mouth to speak, but Bruce cut him off
with a curt gesture. “Hush, boy. I’ll deal with you when I’m ready.”
Dick held back a whimper and watched Bruce shrug his shirt off, eating up the
sight of his bare chest, the dark hair covering his rough, scarred skin, the
lines of his hips vanishing beneath the waistband of his pants. He was so big
and broad and strong, towering over Dick like a colossus, and Dick wanted to
touch and kiss every single part of him.
“Please, Daddy,” he said, nearly whispering it, embarrassed even as the words
left his mouth, clutching the sheets and spreading his legs. “I want to make it
up to you. I’ll be a good boy, I promise.”
Bruce sucked in a sharp breath, eyes widening a fraction at the term, and then
growled his approval, raw lust burning in his gaze. He joined Dick, lifting him
up under one arm to pull him further up onto the bed like he weighed nothing.
Dick latched onto him immediately, wrapping his arms around him and kissing his
shoulder, his chest, his neck. Bruce let him indulge for a moment, then pushed
him away and moved to sit up against the headboard.
“Alright, boy. This had better be worth my time.”
Dick chewed his lip, eyes downcast, then got up on his knees in front of Bruce,
looking at him from under lowered lashes. He ran his hands up his chest,
rubbing his nipples through the thin material of his shirt and gasping at the
sensation, and then worked the buttons open one by one just as Bruce had done.
He touched himself as he pushed his shirt off, trailing fingers up his ribs and
over flat, hard muscle, dipping down briefly beneath the waistband of his
pants. He was hard and leaking in his underwear, whimpering, rocking his hips
just to feel the friction of his own clothing, and he could imagine Bruce’s
cock twitching in response.
“Does my Daddy want to fuck me?” Dick murmured, unzipping his fly and pushing
his underwear down to expose the base of his cock. “Or does he want me to use
my mouth?”
Bruce growled and grabbed him again, yanking his pants off himself and laying
Dick’s bare body out across his knees. “You’re presuming again.”
Dick rutted against Bruce’s leg, already slick with precome, biting his lip to
keep from saying anything. His struggling silence seemed to please Bruce –
instead of the expected slap he felt the big man’s hand smooth over his ass,
squeezing and kneading his soft flesh. Bruce hooked a finger into his collar as
well, keeping his head pinned down.
“Maybe your Daddy’s had a hard day. Maybe he just wants to relax.”
Dick squirmed and chewed his lip, then cast a shy, teasing smile over his
shoulder. “I can help with that.”
Bruce reached over to the side table beside the bed and fumbled in the drawer a
moment, never letting Dick up off his lap. Dick didn’t have to see what he was
doing to know and spread his legs wider in anticipation, raising his ass in the
air. Bruce’s hands left him a moment, and then he spread him wide and rubbed a
slick forefinger against Dick’s tight hole, teasing until Dick whimpered and
rocked back against him.
“Please, Daddy,” he whispered, clutching the sheets. “I’ve been a good boy,
haven’t I?”
Bruce pushed one thick finger inside of him and Dick cried out, rocking back
against the intrusion, beads of precome rolling down his shaft. It felt like
too much, too quickly, but he relished the sensation anyway, the burn and the
ache and the way his cock leaked every time Bruce found his prostate.
“You’re too impatient,” Bruce said, though Dick could feel his impatience in
every thrust, in the hard swell of his cock butting against his stomach. “I
should make you wait. It’d be good for you to learn some temperance.”
“But I want to make my Daddy feel good. I want- ahh, please!” Dick gripped two
tight handfuls of bedsheet and cried out as Bruce pushed a second finger into
him, and then a third only a moment later, stretching him wide and fucking him
slow. Dick forgot how to string sentences together at that, too focused on the
burn and the pleasure of being filled, on the way the head of his cock rubbed
against Bruce’s leg every time he pushed his fingers inside of him. He could
hear Bruce’s growls of approval over his own moans and didn’t know how the big
man hadn’t already flipped him over onto his back and taken him.
Dick thought he’d come just from being fingered, but before he could get too
close, Bruce pulled out of him and eased him off his lap, running a soothing
hand down his spine. Dick squirmed close again and watched Bruce unzip his
pants, whimpering as he pulled his cock free. He’d taken him so many times
before, but he still seemed so big every time, so thick that Dick didn’t think
he could ever be fully ready for him.
“Come here,” Bruce commanded, tugging on Dick’s collar, and the boy moved to
straddle him, breathing in short, shallow gasps. Bruce rubbed his back and
kissed his chest until Dick’s breathing evened out, murmuring soothing nothings
to him. Strict, cold commands were part of the game, but when Bruce asked if
Dick was ready for him, his tone was gentle and warm.
Dick nodded, squeezing Bruce’s shoulders. “I want you to fuck me,” he said,
squirming with embarrassment and need.
Bruce pushed inside of him with a deep rumbling groan, holding tight to Dick’s
hips to keep him from taking him too fast. It wasn’t easy – Dick’s tight heat
felt incredible, and the boy’s broken whimpering nearly drove all the good
sense out of him. Slowly, carefully, he pulled him down onto his cock until he
was sitting flush against his thighs, and then he wrapped him up in his big,
strong arms, holding him close to his chest. Dick clung to him, well past
words, and when Bruce began to fuck him, every breath became a whimper.
“My boy,” Bruce murmured against his ear, thrusting deep and slow and keeping
Dick’s hips pinned close to his body so that every one brought the boy’s cock
up against his stomach. “My good boy. You feel so good.” He gave a particularly
deep thrust and nipped Dick’s ear, heart hammering at the raw need in Dick’s
cries. “Will you come for your Daddy?”
Dick hardly needed more than the sound of Bruce’s voice to comply. He rocked
his hips against Bruce’s, riding him and thrusting against his stomach, face
hidden in Bruce’s neck. The tease of relying on so little direct friction to
get off drew his orgasm out, and by the time the first wave of release broke
over him he was begging and crying in desperation.
Bruce held him tight, murmuring encouragements against his ear, trying to hold
back himself but every roll of Dick’s hips and every twitch of his cock against
his stomach strained against his resolve. When Dick finally relaxed against his
chest, spent, Bruce couldn’t hold back any longer and eased Dick onto his back,
still buried inside of him. He gave him only a moment to adjust and realize
what was about to happen, and then fucked him hard, big hands leaving finger-
shaped bruises on his hips. He came with a deep, throaty growl, covering Dick’s
body with his own, every thrust punctuated with the boy’s breathless cries.
Bruce rolled the both of them over again with Dick resting atop his chest, head
nestled under his chin. He stroked the boy’s back and combed his fingers
through his hair, smiling indulgently at the way Dick practically purred at his
touch.
“I’m not done with you yet, boy,” Bruce murmured, kissing his temple.
Dick squirmed and bit his lip, glancing shyly up at Bruce. “Thank you, Daddy.”
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