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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Batman_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Dick_Grayson/Bruce_Wayne, Dick_Grayson_&_Bruce_Wayne
  Character:
      Bruce_Wayne, Dick_Grayson, Alfred_Pennyworth
  Additional Tags:
      Fluff_and_Smut, Shameless_Smut, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Porn,
      Underage_Sex, Underage_-_Freeform, totally_consensual, Established
      Relationship, Brudick_-_Freeform, Dick_Grayson_is_Robin, Bruce_Wayne_is
      Batman, Love, Storms, Daddy_Kink, Protective_Bruce_Wayne, One_Shot, One
      Shot_Collection, Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Blowjobs, Blowjob_Instructions
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-06-08 Words: 3722
****** The world is brighter than the sun, now that you’re here ******
by kaleighthedreamer
Summary
     Bruce and Dick are forced to stay in from patrol when a storm rages
     outside the manor. Dick has way too much energy, and no way to get
     rid of it. So he goes to Bruce.
Notes
     HI GUYS! This is my first work on this website, and I'm pretty
     nervous about posting it (especially since it's my first smut piece
     as well)! I am absolutely obsessed with BruDick so I had a BLAST
     writing this! I hope you like it! ENJOY! <3
See the end of the work for more notes
The rain fell mercilessly in sheets across Gotham and the wind blew angrily,
sounding like screams, and the manor shook with each rumble of thunder.
Bruce and Dick had decided to stay in from patrol, safe from the weather’s rage
and it was a quiet night in the manor. Alfred had retired to bed a short while
ago, not opposed to the extra rest, Bruce was getting paperwork done in the
study, and Dick was in his room and sprawled across his bed, all lanky arms and
legs and a ball of energy aching to be released.
Ever since he had donned the cape, he had been that way. It was a part of his
nature to be exuberant (not to mention that he was a growing boy), and
patrolling helped him get rid of enough of that energy to get a good nights
sleep, let alone be able to sit still.
Now though, he was restless. Dick stared up at his ceiling, watching the
lightning strikes shine through his window and cast shadows around his room.
His body ached to move and he knew that there was absolutely no way he’d be
falling asleep any time soon. He knew that he didn’t have to stay in his room,
even though Bruce had mentioned that he thought it’d be good for him to get a
longer nights rest, but there wasn’t much else to do around the manor at this
time of night.
When he couldn’t stand being still any longer, he slipped out of his room and
down the hall to Bruce’s study. He knocked lightly, peeking his head in. Bruce
finished taking a note in the margin of a report from Wayne Industries and then
lifted his head to see his young lover in the doorway, looking sheepish and
very fidgety. Bruce raised an eyebrow and Dick took that as a sign to come in,
closing the door behind him.
“Are you alright?” Bruce asked softly, setting his pen down on his desk and
watching Dick practically float across the room.
Dick twisted his fingers together as he stood at Bruce’s side, radiating
anxiousness, and muttered sheepishly, “I didn’t want to bother you. But I…” He
trailed off and Bruce reached out for him, brushing a strand of hair from his
eyes.
Bruce murmured, “What is it, Dick?” and observed how Dick leaned into his
touch.
“You know how I get when we don’t go on patrol and I… I didn’t want to bother
you, I bet you have a lot of paperwork, but I just…” Dick’s face scrunched up
in displeasure and Bruce found it so endearing because, that’s why he’s so
skittish? Because he didn’t want to bother me?
Bruce hummed, caught Dick’s hand and tugged him to stand between his legs.
“Richard,” Bruce said softly, tucking another strand of midnight hair behind
his ear, “you know you can always come to me. Whenever you need me.”
The sour puss on Dick’s face didn’t leave as he muttered, “well, of course I
know it, Bruce. But that doesn’t mean that I want to bother you at every chance
I get! I don’t want you to…” Get tired of me.
Bruce frowned at the unspoken statement and his fingers gently grazed Dick’s
chin, tugging it up so he could look the boy in the eyes. He saw hesitance
there and was reminded that Dick was still very young and needed to be reminded
often of how precious he was.
“Richard,” Bruce said very softly, “I could never get tired of you. You mean
so, so much to me. Okay?” Dick searched his eyes for a long moment, cerulean
eyes meeting icy blue.
“Okay?” he asked again, brushing his fingers along the boy’s angular
cheekbones, hoping to calm him even further.
Dick let out a breath and nodded, murmuring, “thank you, Bruce.”
Hearing him say his name like that, seeing that look on his face, made Bruce’s
heart sing.
“Come here.”
Strong fingers grasped a thin waist and pulled, and Dick fluidly climbed into
Bruce’s lap. His knees slid perfectly into the spaces on either side of Bruce’s
thick legs so he was straddling his lap, and he trembled with anticipation. He
knew what this meant and he was so ready.
A soft smile graced the elder’s lips as he hummed and tilted the boy’s chin up
to press their lips together.
The kiss was gentle and languid, and made chills travel up Dick’s spine and
goose bumps ghost across his bare arms. He loved kissing Bruce—could kiss Bruce
every moment for the rest of his life.
After being lovers for several months, Bruce knew exactly what Dick liked. He
knew his favorite spots, where he was most sensitive. He knew just how he liked
to be kissed. Even when he was so vulnerable, being opened up by Bruce’s large
fingers, or his even larger cock, he never felt anything but comfort and
overwhelming love.
“You’re still with me, baby bird?” Bruce whispered, pulling away just enough to
get the words out, and breaking Dick out of his reverie.
Dick nodded weakly, reached his hands up to knot his fingers back in Bruce’s
hair, and reconnected their lips. His stomach flipped as he felt the small
smile that covered Bruce’s lips while they kissed.
Dick didn’t know how long they kissed for. It always felt like forever with
Bruce, and he definitely wasn’t complaining. At some point during the kiss,
Dick let go of Bruce’s hair and pulled his hands down his chest and down to his
crotch to rub at the noticeable bulge there.
Bruce always let him make the first move, just to ensure he was comfortable,
and sometimes he hated it because well, he wanted Bruce to ravish him. He
didn’t complain though, because once he did, Bruce was floored.
Bruce let out a low moan against his lips, gasping out a breathless, “baby,”
before he was tugging Dick closer to him and grabbing handfuls of his ass.
“B,” Dick breathed, grinding against Bruce’s stomach while he continued to palm
the bulge in his pants. It didn’t take long for Dick to get restless doing that
and he leaned back enough to unbutton and unzip Bruce’s slacks, biting his lip
as he watched his hard-on sprung free.
Bruce leaned back in his chair, large hands resting on his boy’s strong thighs,
and watched with half-lidded eyes as Dick leaned up to begin unbuttoning his
shirt.
Dick’s eyes were bleary yet focused as he unbuttoned one button after another.
Once the buttons were undone, Dick hummed appreciatively at the sight of the
newly exposed skin, running a palm down Bruce’s chest because, Bruce was
fucking beautiful. Just godly.
Bruce loved seeing that look on Dick’s face, but wanted to appreciate his
lover’s body just as much. He reached forward, hands sliding underneath the
white t-shirt that Dick wore, and tugged it off over his head.
“You’re so beautiful,” Bruce murmured softly, hands tugging Dick back to him so
they were chest to chest, skin to skin.
“B,” Dick mumbled between kisses.
“Hmm?”
“I…” Dick moaned softly, tilting his head back as Bruce separated their lips to
kiss along his jaw and neck.
“I… I want to… Fuck.”
“Language.”
Dick let out a whine, digging his fingers into Bruce’s shoulders and mumbled,
“B, wait. I need to… Just wait.”
Bruce stopped immediately, worried that his bird was uncomfortable or hurt, or
something, and leaned back, asking, “what’s wrong?”
Dick swallowed hard before, blurting out, “Iwanttogiveyouablowjob,” so quickly
it took Bruce a moment to realize what he said.
And then Bruce’s brain short wired.
It took him several seconds to register that, Dick wanted to suck my cock. And
he was the Batman so he shouldn’t have this hard of a time trying to
comprehend, let alone trying to speak, or to nod or to just do anything.
“Bruce?” Dick asked. His voice was so soft and he was hesitant and nervous,
afraid he would be told no and turned away—sent back to his room alone.
Bruce blinked once, twice, and then came to a decision. His baby bird was
waiting for an answer and hell; he wasn’t about to tell him no.
“Are you sure?” he managed.
“I… Yes.” Dick bit down on his bottom lip, chewing it anxiously for a moment
before saying, “will you help me?”
Oh god, Bruce was going to make a mess of himself right there because, Dick
should not be allowed to sound so endearing while asking to suck my cock.
He swallowed hard and nodded weakly, and Dick slid off of his lap.
He was about to drop to his knees when Bruce caught his face and said lowly,
“you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
The smile that Dick gave him made his heart race and Dick squeezed his hand,
“Bruce, if I didn’t want to, I wouldn’t have asked.”
Bruce’s eyes followed Dick as he dropped to his knees and licked his lips,
reaching out to wrap a hand around his cock.
“What do I do first?” he asked softly.
Bruce dug his nails into the armrests of the chair and breathed, “start out
with light kisses all along the shaft and the head.”
Dick let out a soft breath before he leaned down and began to do as Bruce said,
hand holding steady at the base of the shaft and lips brushing across the
sensitive skin.
Fuck.
“Drag your tongue up the underside of the shaft,” Bruce directed with a voice
that sounded much more gravely than usual and as if he had screamed for several
hours straight.
When Dick dragged his tongue up the shaft, he was met with a, “That’s it baby,
that’s so good,” from above, and B’s hand stroking his hair encouragingly.
“Be mindful of your teeth and swirl your tongue around the head while you—oh
god.”
Without instruction, Dick wrapped his mouth around the head and bobbed his head
up and down, making Bruce let out a surprised gasp, followed by a low moan.
“Was that okay?” Dick asked softly from between his legs, the smallest bit of
hesitation still left in his eyes.
Bruce found himself nodding and choking out, “that was perfect, babe. You’re
doing so good. I wish you could see yourself.”
Of course, being the showman that he was, Dick practically preened with the
compliment and only gained exuberance from there.
Dick spit onto the shaft, spreading out the saliva with a few strokes of his
hand and then leaned back down to take his cock back into his mouth. Bruce
didn’t think this boy could surprise him anymore, until they were locking eyes
while his cock moved in and out of his little bird’s mouth and his brain was
short wiring all over again.
“Richard,” he gasped, tilting his head back to stare at the ceiling. He didn’t
keep that view very long because the one between his legs was far more
enticing.
Bruce stared down at his lover, his baby bird, his Robin, and his heart thumped
faster in his chest. The sheen of pre-cum and saliva glistening on his shaft
and on Dick’s lips made his legs tremble and he had to focus on stroking Dick’s
hair so he didn’t thrust into his mouth.
Dick’s hand and mouth worked together seamlessly, and as Dick’s other hand came
up to rub at his balls, Bruce decided that this was the best blowjob he’d ever
gotten in his life.
He watched Dick give his all-- watched him suck enthusiastically at the tip,
watched him take as much as he could, watched him reach down to palm his own
clothed erection and when he moaned, mouth still around Bruce’s cock, well.
Bruce stroked his hair, cock twitching relentlessly and choked out, “Richard,
I’m not going to last much longer.”
Dick’s mouth popped off with a wet slurp that seemed totally obscene in the
quiet room, and he looked up at Bruce through his eyelashes with a shy smile on
his face, continuing to stroke his cock with a twist of his wrist.
“Are you sure you want me to stop?” He licked his lips to reiterate that he was
more than happy to keep going, and Bruce wished he was a few years younger so
that he could let Dick finish him off and be able to rebound fast enough for
another round.
Dick hummed at his hesitation, and the look on his face—pure bliss and
seduction—made his cock twitch again.
In that moment, Bruce made his decision and stood, leaning down to scoop Dick
up and place him on his desk, not thinking twice about the paperwork that was
stuck beneath him.
Dick let out a breathless giggle as Bruce pushed his own pants down enough so
that they weren’t in the way and then he shoved Dick’s sweatpants and boxers
down to his ankles.
The giggle caught in his throat as Bruce’s hand wrapped around his cock and
began to stroke in earnest. He dropped back against the desk, moaning lowly and
staring up at B.
Bruce didn’t slow his pace as he reached into a drawer of his desk for the
lube. He popped open the top and took no time at all coating two of his fingers
and opening up his pretty bird.
Dick arched his back and choked out, “Bruce… That’s so… Please…” Bruce hummed
and crooked his fingers against Dick’s prostate, reveling in the small noises
he made, the way his face twitched and his eyes fluttered, and the occasional
wet squelch as he fucked him with his fingers.
“You’re so gorgeous like this, Dick,” Bruce breathed, adding a third finger. He
rubbed his fingers repeatedly over the tiny bundle of nerves inside him, his
pleasure center, and Dick let out a whine, lifting his back in a beautiful arch
and held on to the edges of the desk.
Dick felt so good, opening up for Bruce like this, yet all he wanted was to
feel Bruce—more than just his fingers—inside him.
He wanted Bruce to make love to him.
“B, please, I’m ready, and oh god,” Dick paused to gasp as Bruce added a fourth
finger, “I want you.”
Bruce stroked Dick’s hair from his eyes and asked him softly, “Are you sure?”
He never wanted to hurt his bird. When they were intimate like this and getting
ready to make love, he tended to prepare him and stretch him out extra, just to
be sure Dick was never in pain because of him.
Dick nodded weakly, skin glistening with sweat in the soft lighting of the
room, and pushed his upper body up to murmur, “Bruce, I promise that I’m sure.
You’re not going to hurt me. I just need to feel you.”
Dick’s voice was wrecked with pleasure and the beginnings of over stimulation,
and Bruce would be damned if he was going to say no to him.
Bruce pulled his fingers out and reached for the lube, squirting a plentiful
amount in his hand and coating his cock with it. They didn’t use condoms, and
it took a fairly big argument between the two of them months ago, to decide
that fact.
He had wanted to use condoms, had never thought that there would be a reason
not to, not when the health of his baby bird was at stake. But Dick had been
adamant that they didn’t need them, that he didn’t want that extra layer
between them, and, Bruce you’re my first so you know I don’t have anything, and
also, You run your blood sample every few weeks to make sure that you stay
healthy! You know that you don’t have anything either!
It took a few weeks of Dick wearing him down before he finally agreed because
after-all, Dick was right.
“You with me, B?” Dick breathed, reaching out to touch his bicep.
Bruce lifted his eyes and met Dick’s gorgeous blue ones. They stared at each
other for a long moment, the heat and the need and the want building between
them, and Bruce leaned forward to place a soft kiss on Dick’s lips, cradling
his face with his clean hand.
Dick leaned into the kiss happily, reaching up to wrap his arms around B’s neck
and Bruce leaned back just enough to whisper, “I love you,” into their shared
space.
“I love you too, B.” So much.
Bruce wrapped his fingers around his cock, tugging Dick closer to him, and
pressed the head of it to the wet hole that twitched in anticipation.
“Look at me,” Bruce whispered, so softly, Dick almost didn’t hear it.
Dick swallowed hard and stared up at his lover, trusting him with every inch of
his being, and when the pressure began to build as B pushed in slowly, he let
out a soft breath, tightening his grip on Bruce.
Bruce slowly began to push in, inch by inch, and when he came to a stop with
hipbones pressed to ass cheeks, he waited for his little bird to adjust.
“Bruce,” Dick choked out, taking fistfuls of the hair at the nape of B’s neck.
“You’re alright?” Bruce asked.
Dick could only nod and whisper, “I love you,” again.
Bruce connected their lips, whispering back, “I love you too.”
When he was sure that Dick was alright, he slowly began to pull out before
pushing back in with a gentle thrust of his hips.
Dick whined, tugging his hair with his small hands and Bruce leaned down to nip
at his ear.
“Tell me how it feels, baby.”
“Fuck, Bruce,” he whined, “I feel so full. So good.”
Bruce lifted one of Dick’s legs up over his shoulder to lessen the space
between them even further and to get a better angle. This made Dick arch his
back and drop his head to the side with a whine, and Bruce took the opportunity
to suck a bruise right below his ear.
“B…”
Bruce’s skin was on fire, prickling with pleasure, and he was overwhelmed with
passion for the boy beneath him. Dick felt the same way, and wanted to cry at
the intense pleasure that came with Bruce making love to him.
His body ached and throbbed in all of the right places as Bruce picked up the
speed of his thrusts, and the only sound that filled the room was the wet slap
of skin against skin and the whimpers and moans that came with each thrust.
“You’re so loud, baby,” Bruce breathed in his ear, pushing the hair, soaked
with sweat, off his forehead.
“I can’t help it!” he whined, tossing his head back as Bruce hit the perfect
spot, “You’re so good to me, daddy.”
And Dick knew what that word did to Bruce, how it set his soul on fire, how it
made him tremble.
“Oh, fuck.”
Bruce thrusted harder against his lover, picking up the speed even more,
because he knew the signs of Dick’s impending orgasm. His legs trembled, he
arched his back, he tossed his head back and kept his eyes squeezed shut, and
held on to the edge of the desk with white knuckles as quiet whimpers escaped
his lips.
“B… I’m...” He trailed off, head spinning.
He was so close. Bruce was the only person that could ever make him feel this
good. And Bruce, oh. Bruce was a force of nature.
“I’ve got you baby,” Bruce wrapped his hand around Dick’s cock, stroking in
time with his thrusts and choked out, “look at me, Dick. Look at me while you
cum.”
And Dick forced his eyes open and they stared at each other through half-lidded
eyes, the heat between them building.
It took three more thrusts to push Dick over the edge and to send him shooting
spurts of pearly white semen across his stomach.
Every part of Dick’s body spasmed as he came and his head spun at the
overwhelming amount of pleasure that washed over him all at once.
Bruce stroked his cock through it, not pausing his thrusts, and Dick felt
threads of pleasure slide down his legs into every toe. It bloomed and radiated
through his body and Bruce held him closer as his body bucked and jumped. Dick
felt the flash of heat again and again as Bruce continued to hit that magic
spot, time after time, and he couldn’t stop the cry that tore its way from his
throat.
Dick practically sobbed for him, “Bruce, oh god, oh god,” and that was all it
took for Bruce to fall in on himself.
His balls tightened and then with a final thrust, he was coming harder than he
had in a long time.
Stars littered Bruce’s vision as violent pleasure tore through his body.
Electricity charged his skin and his hairs stood on end as he groaned out
Dick’s name. His body pulsed and ached and he lived for the feel of Dick’s hole
clenching repeatedly around him.
They fell together, down, down, down, from their sexually induced highs, and
when they had calmed, the sound of their pounding heartbeats roared in their
ears.
Bruce slowly and gently pulled his cock out of Dick’s abused hole and Dick
whined softly at the sudden emptiness, shifting his body on the desk just the
slightest.
He leaned over him, stroking his hair and whispering, “you’re alright?”
Dick didn’t answer and only leaned up to connect their lips because, of course
he was alright. He was fantastic.
“I love you,” Dick breathed against Bruce’s lips.
“I love you too, angel,” Bruce whispered back.
They continued to share soft kisses for a moment before Dick broke away to
murmur, “I think I crumpled your papers,” and Bruce laughed.
He laughed loudly, a full belly laugh, and when he calmed, he murmured, “I’m
not too concerned about the papers,” with sparkling eyes.
And Dick felt like he was flying.
The lovers made their way to the bathroom off of the master bedroom to take a
hot bath and to clean up before bed, and the storm outside continued to rage,
but Bruce and Dick weren’t concerned in the slightest.
They were warm and cozy in their home. Together.
End Notes
     I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT! Please let me know what you think! Also, if I
     have enough people that would read more on them, I would LOVE to do a
     series with just random one-shots, including anything and everything
     and maybe even following Dick as he grows up through the years! Let
     me know! )
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