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The oil sizzled and popped in random intervals over the pan left forgotten on the stove where the eggs were supposed to be cooking. The carton had been retrieved from the fridge earlier and laid intentionally on the counter next to the spatula, but none of the eggs had eventually left their paper container. The oil had been poured in the pan and the fire had been turned on with the hopes of preparing a nourishing breakfast on one of their only free (and, therefore, slow) mornings they could share together.
They had woken up nuzzled snuggly together, exchanging soft-spoken words that hummed comfortably in the quiet room. A few cars had passed from time to time, a couple of birds had sung cheerfully outside, filling in the little spaces between their hushed conversation (little bouts of silence that would engulf the lazy air of the early morning). When the Sun had begun shining a little brighter through their blinds and the want for food had become a more craved affair than a distant thought, they had stumbled out of there sheets, as gracefully as their waking bodies would allow them, and had headed to the kitchen.
That had been thirty minutes ago.
Now, Dick had his face shoved against the cold marble of the counter, his naked torso flush against the hard surface; his sweatpants were pulled down, along with his underwear, unceremoniously bunched around his trembling feet, tiptoeing uncomfortably to adjust his height to the workstation; and his hands fumbled uselessly to find a grip on the smooth expanse of the counter, his fingers curling and uncurling without rhythm as he fought to keep himself upright and steady.
Wally — his beautiful, bright, sweet boyfriend — was behind and over him, trapping him between the tabletop and a firm chest. The Speedster was hovering over Dick, touching him but not quite, it was the right to keep the vigilante from crumbling to the floor but far enough away that he was still struggling to stay balanced.
It was unnerving, the way that the redhead could pull Dick's strings like that. But here he was, in all his toned and eager glory, leaning over the trembling form of his boyfriend with two fingers working him open as he whispered dirtily in his ear. The vigilante bit his lip, trying to avoid any of the embarrassing sounds climbing up his throat from escaping. He doesn't remember this being so hard.
The oil in the pan still on the stove made a loud pop right as Wally pressed down onto Dick's prostate. He let the pad of his digits keep pressure on the bundle of nerves and rubbed them around in slow, agonising circles, not letting up for a second as he turned his face and nuzzled his nose into the other's shoulder. When his lips brushed over the skin of the vigilante's neck right under his ear, he parted them sluggishly, tickling the sensitive area with his teasing, before biting down suddenly. Dick let out a little choked out sound at the sensation, not having expected the swift attack. And when Wally began sucking into the same spot, the other gasped sharply, then let out a long, drawn-out moan, as if it was being forced from deep within his chest.
The redhead pulled away with a wet smack and moved his lips towards Dick's ear, his breath fanning over the humid patch where his mouth once was, making the vigilante shiver slightly. "That's it, honey. I love hearing you," he said, pressing harder into the other's prostate.
Dick moaned. The oil popped and sizzled.
The vigilante was panting hard, his hot air misting over the surface of the counter where he rested his forehead, finally giving up on keeping quiet. He turned his head slightly towards his boyfriend, the other pulling slightly away at the movement. When he met Wally's eyes, he let out a small sound at the back of his throat (it was not a whimper, no) at the hunger shining through the redhead's pupils, darkening his gaze in a way similar to when he was out on the field fighting rogues. It was so hot, Dick almost forgot what he was about to say.
When Wally pushed down onto the bundle of nerves again, the vigilante made a sound between a whine and a shaky moan before reaching one of his hands back to grab at the other's wrist, halting his movements. The shorter man looked away for a second and took a deep, shuddering breath. When he believed that he had his voice under control he looked back, his forehead still pressed against the workstation and said, "W-Wally, the eggs." If he stuttered, no he didn't.
"They're still in their box, babe," the Speedster responded dismissively, proceeding to continue his abuse on Dick's prostate. The other tightened his grip.
"The oil, you idiot. It's been on the fire and we wanted breakfast," the vigilante hissed, pushing his hips away from his boyfriend's hand. It was to his disadvantage, though, for it only pressed his hard dick against the cold and firm side of the countertop. He hissed at the feeling, immediately moving away and accidently shoving his ass against the redhead's hand, burrying the other's fingers deeper inside him. Wally took the opportunity he was given and immediately curled his digits, hitting Dick's prostate head on. The shorter man wailed at the feeling of the sudden pressure and he scrambled with his free hand to find purchase against the smooth marble below him.
"Yeah, you're right. We wanted breakfast, but now I think I want you. Breakfast can wait another hour or two," Wally said as he continued his ministrations and began kissing down Dick's neck.
"W-Wally!" the vigilante yelled over a building moan in his chest, "I-I— " He gasped sharply as the other made little quick jabs to his prostate. "I'm hungry!" he protested around a moan.
"Are you really, though?" the Speedster asked, gently sucking little marks into the other man's tan shoulder. Then he kissed up Dick's neck, stopping over his ear before murmuring huskily, "Or would you rather we make good use of our free morning? I can make you feel so good, baby. Wouldn't you want that, instead?"
The fingers inside Dick began vibrating slightly and, without letting up any of their pressure on his prostate, they slowly increased in speed until the only thing the vigilante could do was shove his face against the counter and take deep breaths between his unrestrained moans. At some point his legs gave out and Wally had to trap him completely between his naked chest and the counter to avoid the shorter man from falling. The movement had pushed his hips against the side of the tabletop and, whenever he writhed in his bent over position against the onslaught of his boyfriend's torture, his dick rubbed against the cold marble. He was pretty sure he was leaking a puddle, but his pleasure-addled mind couldn't seem to care at the moment.
"How 'bout that, huh? Wouldn't you want me to keep you full all morning? Wouldn't you want me to fuck you over and over until you forget your own name?" Wally accentuated his words with harsh, small thrusts against Dick, rubbing the front of his soft sweatpants against the smaller man and pressing the vigilante's length into the side of counter even more firmly each time, making him choke out little, punched out moans. The hand around the redhead's wrist tightened and the acrobat squeezed his eyes shut at the barrage of pleasure around him. Wally huffed hotly into his ear, "C'mon, Dick. What do you really want? Breakfast or me?"
The vibrations against his prostate intensified and Dick gasped loudly, leaving his mouth open in a silent scream. He felt drool pool under his tongue and drip down his bottom lip onto the counter, and he felt tears prick the corners of his eyes as they rolled back into his head behind his closed eyelids. It felt so dirty, everything felt so dirty. The fingers abusing his g-spot, the hips shoving him against the counter, the filthy words being breathed into his ear, the cold marble against his hard nipples, the lips against his neck, the precum dripping down his thighs... It all felt so dirty. And it was the fact that it was all Wally — trapping him, pushing him, touching him — that suddenly made his balls feel tight.
He went rigid against the tabletop, letting out a broken wail. He was close. He was so close. Just a little more, just a little more and—
Wally suddenly stopped. Dick cried out in frustration, tears dripping down his forehead, and panted harsh, punched out breaths at the abrupt stop. He took a moment to find himself and understand what was going on before slowly opening his eyes and turning his head towards his tormentor. He was met with a smug grin and eyes shining with absolute mirth. The other didn't even look remotely repentant. What an asshole.
Dick pushed his hips backwards, towards the Speedster's still fingers, to get some sort of friction, but Wally pulled his hand away and rested his elbow on the other side of the vigilante's head, caging him in. He leaned closer, leaving a few centimetres between their faces and whispered, "So, what's it gonna be, princess. You still hungry?"
The acrobat scowled at the other with the scariest Batman glare he could muster. "Fuck you," he hissed.
"Yeah? But I kinda wanna fuck you, babe," Wally joked. It seemed that years spent around Dick and his family had desensitised the Speedster to any threat the renowned Batglare signified. Either way, the vigilante was going to kill him later for derailing him from making breakfast just to toy with him and then ripping a promising orgasm right out of his system.
Dick let out an irritated sigh. He frowned at the way his hole would clench sporadically around the emptiness he was now feeling. When his lover's fingers had been inside, prodding and pressing around, he had been full in a way that only sex with Wally could make him perceive — a sort of completeness at having his boyfriend close and focused on him, touching him, revering him. It made him feel loved, as embarrassing as it was, and it made him look forward to every intimate moment they would share: small kisses of affection, soft brushes of their hands, tucking hair behind the other's ear, whispering sweet nothings in the early morning, making love. Fuck. He was down bad.
He adored the sex, he really did, especially with his redhead idiot; and even if it wasn't the centrepiece of their relationship it was a great plus. But, right now, he was hungry. However, the fact that Wally wasn't jumping at the first sight of food was a clear indication to how horny he was and, when he got like that, it usually ended with Dick rung dry and passed out somewhere the Speedster deemed acceptable to leave him (which was usually the couch or the bed or, occasionally, on the meta's lap). In all those scenarios, they definitely didn't eat.
"Please, babe. Can't you humour me just this once," Wally whined, nuzzling into the other's neck.
"I humour you almost every day, you monster," Dick retorted, angling away from the kisses the redhead was now peppering on his flushed skin.
"Honey, don't be like that. It's not my fault my metabolism works a little faster than others."
"It actually is your fault, you even told me. You were a crazy Flash fan and now you're a crazy Flash," Dick turned to look at the redhead, a deep scowl adorning his face. "And by the time your satisfied, you'd have made me come fifty times!"
Wally rested the side of his forehead on the table and looked at him with an unimpressed stare. "You're exagerating. You cum, like, maybe four times max."
"That's still three times too many! And I'm hungry!"
The Speedster sighed. "How 'bout this: we fool around a little and, when we're done, I'll cook you whatever you want." He smirked at the vigilante like he made the best proposal of the century.
Dick opened his mouth to outright refuse letting the other have his way with him but paused before he could get a single word out. Wally, contrary to popular belief, was a spectacular cook; being a Speedster, as he was, warranted his body to intake more calories than any normal person, which eventually led him to spending time rummaging around the kitchen for a quick bite more often than not. He became extremely good really fast, and it had surprised Dick the first time the other had invited him over for a dinner-at-home date. (That was before they had moved in together, of course).
The vigilante sighed, dejectedly. That was a solid deal, and he was still painfully hard from earlier. His dick twitched at the memory of the Speedster's fingers inside him. The thought of letting Wally get his libido in check seemed like a good idea if the shorter man would later be rewarded with great cuisine.
He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. "Fine, but I want eggs Benedict with toast and that cheese you got me from France last week."
"Vacherin Mont d'Or?" Wally's pronunciation was all off but Dick didn't bother to correct him.
"Yeah, that." He turned his head to look at the other expectantly.
"Deal."
"Deal," the vigilante confirmed and, before he could get another breath in, the fire under the sizzling oil was turned off and two fingers were shoved back inside him, hitting his prostate head on, vibrating and pressing into the bundle of nerves without reprieve. Dick's eyes widened at the sudden feeling coming back to him and he involuntarily squeezed his thighs together as he panted into the marble below him.
Wally tutted behind him before draping himself fully over the other's back and sucking little hickeys into his nape. "Relax, babe," he murmured over the wet patches on Dick's skin.
The vigilante whined but obliged, letting the muscles in his legs loosen up and slowly letting himself drown under the haze of pleasure his boyfriend was dragging him into.
He managed to stay more or less sane, however, until Wally added a third finger and pressed firmly into Dick's prostate, keeping the pressure constant before intensifying the vibrations. The vigilante whimpered, his mouth opening around choked off moans and accumulating saliva as his legs began trembling fiercely with the feeling of the other's fingers working inside him. He felt the redhead laugh behind him, his other hand caressing up the side of the shorter man's torso before sliding under him to pinch at one of his hard nipples.
Dick let out a fullbody twitch and gasped sharply. "W-Wally!" he moaned, his hands clenching over the smooth, cold surface of the tabletop and his eyes rolling to the back of his head. The muscles in his legs tensed and he felt copious amount of precum drip down between his inner thighs.
Wally kept going: twisting Dick's nipple between his fingers, mouthing against the sensitive skin under his ear, adding more and more vibrating pressure on his prostate and turning his world inside out. The vigilante's moans started sounding more like prolonged wails than forced out sounds from his chest and he couldn't seem to catch himself enough to avoid the drool from his mouth to drip onto the counter.
Before he knew it, a familiar tension started building from the bottom of his pelvis, rising towards his head and emptying him of all thoughts but the impending orgasm. His temples pulsed, the tips of his fingers tingled, his legs trembled weakly and he opened his mouth and let out a loud sob, the sound forcing its way through him and making him feel all the more hot.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck— I-I'm close!" he screamed, toes curling as he sensed the oncoming pleasure.
The Speedster laughed behind him. "I know, honey," he said softly against Dick's ear. "Let go, I've got you." He accentuated his words by leaning deeper onto the vigilante and squeezing his waist lovingly (too sweetly for what they were currently doing) with the hand that had been previously abusing his nipple.
The warmth filled Dick from head to toe and he felt something in his abdomen tense as he panted and drooled onto the counter. With a final strong jab from Wally's fingers against his prostate, the vigilante's eyes clenched shut and he let out a choked off sob before he came in harsh long waves. He felt his dick oozing cum in time with the rolling tide of his orgasm — nowhere near the strong strips he would let out if he masturbated normally — and he was pretty sure he had screamed in pleasure somewhere in the middle but he hadn't been present enough to really pay attention.
He had most probably been stuck in the haziness of his aching pleasure for a few minutes before his head cleared enough to acknowledge the fact that Wally hadn't retracted his fingers from their place over Dick's prostate and had been gently kissing his neck and shoulder, patiently waiting for him to come back to reality. The vibrations had died down but the Speedster was still stroking over the overstimulated nerves like he was hinting at a round two that the acrobat wasn't really ready for. The vigilante panted heavily for a few seconds before turning his head sluggishly and puckering his lips. The redhead paused his ministrations and let out an amused huff before leaning down and giving Dick the kiss he was demanding. Wally pressed his lips sweetly onto the shorter man as he wrapped his free arm around the other's waist, embracing him snuggly as he leaned his weight further onto the vigilante, fully engulfing him in a crushing yet comfortable hold.
The Speedster rubbed a thumb over the elevated skin of a scar resting on Dick's lower abdomen, making the other moan softly at the ticklish sensation as he attempted to angle away from the small strokes. Wally pressed into him harder and angled his face more to the side to deepen the kiss. The vigilante frowned and pulled away. The redhead chased his lips a little before finally letting him go and pouted when he saw the unimpressed look on Dick's face.
"What are you doing?" the shorter man asked as he trailed a hand down to grab at the other's wrist where his fingers were still inside.
"Can't I kiss my beautiful boyfriend?" Wally responded in turn.
Dick tightened his grip around the redhead. "Wally," he said in warning.
The Speedster winced at the painful hold the other had him in. "C'mon, babe. You gave me free reign," he wined.
"At the rate you're going, we are going to have sex tomorrow," the vigilante deadpanned, though the hidden complaint didn't go unnoticed to his overeager lover.
"And I'd be completely fine with that, honey, if I get to see you this fucked out every time," Wally said with a smirk as he suddenly pushed his finger down onto the other's prostate. Dick gasped at the feeling of the other's digits pressing into his already overstimulated nerves and the redhead took the opportunity to lean in (almost with superspeed) to lick over the acrobats mouth. He pushed his tongue immediately into the other, angling his face slightly to be as close as possible and he dug his fingers harder into the small gland causing Dick to widen his mouth around a choked off moan that Wally swallowed enthusiastically.
The redhead didn't let up his ministrations and the vigilante was starting to get lightheaded under all the attention. He was letting out small, punched out sounds that the other would kiss right off of his tongue as he caressed his belly sweetly. Dick was losing his mind, too soon after his previous orgasm, and, needing to find purchase to let out the building pressure growing between his legs, he lifted his other hand and twisted it into Wally's hair.
The other moaned softly in appreciation before pulling away and panting, "Harder." Dick whimpered at the demand, as he stared into the other's half-lidded, hungry gaze and squeezed his hand tightly around the strands caught between his fingers. The redhead groaned as he leaned closer, "That's it, baby, like that," he said before capturing Dick's lips in another bruising kiss.
The vigilante closed his eyes and instantly let his mouth drop open, letting the other lick freely into him. He exhaled heavily through his nose and whimpered as Wally continued abusing him with his fingers. Dick's hand flexed sporadically around his grip on the Speedsters hair and he felt the redhead press into him more eagerly every time he would pull too hard.
Before he knew it, he felt a familiar tension growing in his abdomen and he pulled away from the kiss to pant harshly into the marble counter below him. He whined out loud at a well-aimed jab to his prostate and the sound tapered out into a high-pitched whimper.
"Fuck, Wally," he sobbed as saliva began pooling under his tongue. The puddle of drool from their previous round was still under him but he tried not to look at it as he focused on the pulsating pleasure building in his gut. "Wally, I-I'm so— "
Before he could even finish his sentence, the redhead pulled his fingers out of him. Dick loosened his grip around Wally's hair and wrist at the startling feeling of emptiness, and, before he could start protesting at the abrupt stop, the other suddenly righted him, gripped his waist and swivelled him around. Now facing the asshole, the vigilante could see the cheeky grin spreading across his lips.
Dick looked at the other affronted and opened his mouth to question him. "What are you— " he began, before the other unexpectedly lifted him, causing the acrobat to grab at his shoulders and wrap his legs loosely around him to balance himself. Wally lowered him onto the counter and kissed him hotly as he pressed into him and rubbed his hands down the other's waist to grab at his ass. Dick moaned and wrapped his arms around the redhead's neck in a familiar gesture, bringing one hand up to curl into his boyfriend's hair.
Wally began grinding into him, making them both moan as their dicks pressed together. Dick winced slightly as his sensitive member rubbed against the rough material of the Speedster's sweatpants.
"Sorry," Wally whispered over his mouth.
"It's fine," Dick said as he wriggled around over the counter to get into a more comfortable position. As he moved his back against the smooth marble, he felt a slimy wetness spread along his upper back and he instantly cringed at the memory of his little puddle of drool that Wally had failed to take into account before laying him over the tabletop.
"What's wrong, babe?" the redhead asked as he leaned slightly away to give the other wiggle room.
The vigilante's arms slid down from the other's neck until only his hands were softly clutching around the other's shoulders. "You just put me over my saliva," he said, still cringing.
"Your what?"
Dick's face burned hot at the admission. It was embarrassing enough to salivate during sex, but to admit it is... something else. "I-I had my mouth open and I, well, you know," he said looking away. He was sure his cheeks were visibly red over his tan skin.
Wally's eyes widened. "I didn't see you do that," he exclaimed. "You drooled?" He seemed almost excited at hearing the vigilante's small revelation. Dick nodded but didn't share anything else and kept his face turned away in shyness. He felt the redhead trail his right hand down towards his lower back and suddenly lift him slightly off the counter. The acrobat gasped and swivelled his head to look back at the other in surprise, seeing the curious glint in his eyes. Wally didn't stop at the other's obvious shock and began sliding his other hand down the vigilante's back until he reached the patch of wetness resting below the other's skin. He rubbed his fingers into the dispersed puddle for a few seconds before smirking and looking down at Dick. "That's so dirty, babe," he said as he started leaning down. "That's so dirty," he murmured huskily.
Then he kissed the shorter man, pressing his abdomen into him as he lifted the other's lower back. He ground down hard and trailed a wet finger down Dick's back sensually, tickling the vigilante and making him squirm as he struggled to focus on the tongue Wally was pushing into his mouth.
When the redhead's hand reached his asscheek, he gave it a firm squeeze before letting go to start groping at his thigh, sliding his hand across his skin until he reached the juncture below Dick's knee and rested the limb on the inside of his elbow. With his other hand, he grabbed the vigilante's other leg and lifted it over his right shoulder. When he had the shorter man manuevered to his liking, Wally leaned over him, spreading his legs as he went and stopped before their lips could touch. "You're gonna love this," he whispered before wrapping his wet, saliva coated fingers around Dick's member and giving a long, easy stroke.
The vigilante gasped loudly and lifted his lower back off the counter, pressing his belly into Wally as his grip on the other's shoulders tightened. The Speedster looked cocky as he began increasing his pace, pressing his thumb under Dick's gland when he reached the tip and squeezing slightly when he reached the base. Occasionally, he would twist his hand as he stroked up, causing the acrobat to let out uncontrolled moans as he tipped his head back. With his neck exposed, Wally took the opportunity to bite and suck every patch of skin he could reach, paying special care to the space right under Dick's ears and jaw, where he was the most sensitive.
"Fuck, Wally. That's my— " he cut himself off on a choked off moan. "That's my saliva," he whined.
"I knew you would like that, you pervert," the Speedster said, a smile in his voice, as he snickered into Dick's neck.
Without further notice, the redhead lowered his other hand and inserted three fingers into the vigilante, instantly finding his prostate and beginning to rub over it slowly but roughly, increasing the pressure each time he pushed down. Dick widened his eyes and tipped his head back, letting out a startled moan (almost scream) as he felt cum dribble down the tip of his penis. Wally used the liquid as lubricant to make the slide of his hand swifter over the vigilante's hard shaft.
"Fuck," he whined, as he squirmed under the redhead.
Being stimulated both front and back was diabolical, and Dick already felt his abdomen clenching with a familiar, tingling tension.
"Wally," he gasped, the other twisting his hand over the vigilante's dick whereas the other continued pressing into his sensitive bundle of nerves. "Wally," he tried again, pronouncing the Speedster's name around a moan, "I'm close."
"I guess I'm doing a great job, then," the redhead said, lifting his head from the other's neck and looking down at him with a dark glint in his eyes. "But you don't seem gone enough, babe."
"W-what?" Dick asked under his breath, looking up at Wally confused.
The other smirked before pinching the tip of the vigilante's member between his fingers and starting to vibrate them at an impossibly devilish speed. The pressure over his prostate increased, as well, but, in contrast to what Wally was doing to his front, the digits kept their leisurely pace. The polarity in the treatments on both of his sensitive areas was so jarring that Dick choked on an exhale before letting out a strangled wail. His mouth widened around the sound and he felt all the air leave his lungs as he tried clenching it shut in embarrassment but to no avail. He gasped raggedly again when Wally touched the pad of his vibrating thumb over the slit at the tip of his dick and pressed down hard. The vigilante thrashed harshly at the sudden sensation and immediately lowered one hand to grab at the redhead's wrist, attempting to pull it away with a trembling arm. His efforts were in vain and felt himself succumb painfully to the pleasure. His head tilted back, his hips lifted from the counter, his eyes rolled back into his head, tears trailed slowly down his temples and his eyebrows scrunched as he began sobbing uncontrollably — quick punched out wails that left his mouth every time he let out a ragged breath.
"Wally," he cried, close to pleading. More precum dribbled onto his stomach and he whimpered.
He felt the other lean closer, his hot breath fanning below the acrobat's jaw and moving up towards his ear. "What's wrong, baby?" he asked lowly.
"Wa‐ally," he choked.
"God, babe, you look so fucking hot like this," the redhead said in, almost, reverence.
"Cum-cumming," he managed to sob out before his whole body went completely taut and his mouth opened in a silent scream. Time seemed to stop for a moment as he toed the precipice between enduring Wally's toruture and the promise of a painful pleasure; and he felt his mind go blank as his lungs expanded with a deep gasp.
And then he was being thrown off the ledge and his next orgasm hit him like a punch in the gut. He came so hard, he felt a few drops hit his chin and his back was curling uncomfortably, pressing into Wally's abdomen. The vibrations didn't stop and the pressure over his prostate either. For a few moments, that's all his mind latched onto and it seemed to prolong his orgasm even more. It rolled through him in strong bursts of pleasure, weighing on him long after his dick had nothing left to offer.
It seemed as though it was just him for a small eternity. Him and his oversensitive everything. And, when he came to, he realised that Wally had long since stopped stroking him and now had both hands caressing him — one, a grounding weight on his thigh; the other, a gentle brush over his cheek — as he left sweet little kisses on Dick's other cheek.
When he saw the other blinking his eyes back to reality, he smiled softly and said, "You back with us, honey?"
Dick unlatched his hands from the other's shoulder and wiped the tear tracks on his face away, rubbing over his temples and his eyes. "What the fuck, Wally," he panted, his breaths still coming in fast. "What the fuck was that?"
"A little something I wanted to try," the redhead responded conversationally. "Did you like it?" He looked at the shorter man hopefully.
The vigilante scrutinised him before looking away, "It wasn't bad," he finally said, his cheeks burning in embarrassment.
Wally's eyes sparkled with pride and elation. "I knew you would like it. I wanted to keep it for a special occasion, but in-the-off-chance-you-hated-it-I-didn't-really-want-to— "
Dick lifted a hand and covered the Speedster's mouth. The other looked down at him and the acrobat smiled in amusement as he moved his hand to the back of Wally's head, brushing his fingers lovingly through his hair. He leaned up slightly and laid a gentle kiss over the other's lips. The redhead reciprocated instantly, pushing Dick back down slowly with the force of his eagerness until the back of the vigilante's head touched down against the counter. The shorter man lifted his other arm and wrapped it around the Speedster's neck as he turned his face to deepen the kiss.
This time he took the initiative and licked over Wally's bottom lip. The other moaned and opened his mouth, giving Dick permission to enter. Like that, they made out languidly for a couple of minutes before the vigilante pulled away, holding the Speedster back with the hand in his hair so that the other wouldn't chase his lips as he started whispering, "There is one problem, though, baby." His breath fanned over Wally's spit-slicked lips.
"And what is that, honey?" the other asked, humouring rhe shorter man.
Dick smiled wickedly before lifting his hips to roll them over the redhead's still-clothed member and gasped at the feeling of it rubbing against his sensitive one. "You're still not in me," he murmured shakily into the other's mouth, a small whimper leaving his throat as he pressed his lips over Wally's.
The Speedster had never undressed so fast in his life, not even to get into the Flash suit when a world ending event occurred — well, maybe Dick was exagerating. As the vigilante lay there, his arms still wrapped around his boyfriend's neck, he felt a gust of wind blow against his heated skin and, though it seemed that Wally hadn't moved an inch, the next time he pressed his lower half against the acrobat, he felt the other's unobscured dick rub against his own.
The vigilante laughed around a surprised moan and wrapped his legs around the Speedster's waist. "You're unbelievable," he mumbled over the other's lips, giving him small kisses in quick succession.
"Unbelievably horny, you mean," Wally spoke up after Dick pulled away.
"Unbelivably cute," the shorter man laughed, brushing his hand through the other's hair.
The redhead rolled his eyes. "Sure, sure, whatever keeps you're dick hard," he said as he slid his right hand into the pool of cum over the vigilante's belly from his last orgasm.
"But I'm already your Dick." The acrobat laughed at his own joke, looking up at Wally expectantly.
The Speedster stared at him in disgust before bursting out laughing, too. "God, that one was actually very bad. I should take away your joke rights."
"Oh, yeah? Maybe I should take away your sex rights," Dick retorted. If he had to endure Wally's ungodly libido, the other could at least withstand his jokes, no matter how 'bad'.
The redhead looked down at him, amused. He quirked an eyebrow before saying, "Nah, you wouldn't. You like this too much."
"Wha— " the vigilante started before he felt Wally insert the fingers he had lathered in his cum inside him. It made Dick groan weakly but he didn't push the Speedster away. "Are you using my cum as lube, you cheapskate?" he asked, cringing. "You can literally get to the bedroom and back in less than a second."
Wally hummed in consideration as he worked the cum inside the other. "That's less than a second too long, though, babe," he said, leaning towards Dick and mouthing up his neck towards his ear. "And besides, you like it dirty," he murmured, suddenly pushing his fingers up into the vigilante's prostate.
The shorter man jerked upwards and let out a small whimper at the back of his throat. "Fuck, don't do that," Dick complained breathily.
Wally smirked, "Watch me." He inclined his face closer to the vigilante and gave him a long, deep kiss as he pulled his fingers out of the other and slid both his hands up Dick's thighs. As he went, he groped at the muscular limbs and moaned appreciatively into the acrobat's mouth as he ground down slowly but roughly. It caused Dick to gasp around the kiss, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes at the feeling of his member getting stimulated again.
"Wally," he whined, trailing a hand down the redhead's chest and towards his abs before slightly pushing him away in attempts to get him to stop rolling his hips.
"Gimme a second, babe. I've got you," the other murmured over the vigilante's lips and patted his thighs as a small request to unwind his legs from around the Speedster's waist. When Wally was free he slid his hands under Dick's knees and pushed the acrobat's legs down until they touched his shoulders. As the shorter man's legs spread with a close-to-uncomfortable stretch, the redhead looked down at him reverently and exhaled out slowly through his noes. "Fuck, babe. Your bendiness is so hot," he whispered, trailing his eyes down Dick's torso as he leaned closer.
"Bendiness, nice," the vigilante scoffed.
"I can't think when you look like this under me," Wally mumbled. "It's honestly kind of unfair."
"What's unfair is that you're taking your sweet time. You should have gotten into me, like, yesterday," Dick said in turn.
The redhead sighed and kissed the shorter man. "God, you're so impatient," he said as he pulled away, resting one of the vigilante's legs on his shoulder as he swiped his right hand back into the small remnants of undried cum and coated it all over his dick. "Talk about a pillow princess," he muttered to himself.
"Well, excuse me, but I've been— "
Wally cut him off with a kiss and a swipe of his tongue. Then, he pulled away and whispered, "Take a deep breath, babe."
Dick complied with a confused scrunch in his brows, filling his lungs slowly until his chest grazed the Speedster's. After a couple of seconds with nothing happening, the vigilante opened his mouth to question where the other was actually going with this, when all of a sudden Wally entered him, cutting the sound from his throat and making him gag on the words he was about to say. The redhead didn't go fast or all at once, he went in slow and, with the knowledge of their previous escapades, Dick knew that the other had only put the tip in (barely). The acrobat clenched his hole, anyway, in response to the uncalled for intrusion and he felt the air being punched out of him each time Wally rocked into him gently.
"Fuck," he choked out at a little thrust that went deeper into him. He closed his eyes shut at the sensation and clamped his hand harder where it was buried in Wally's hair, his other digging its nails into the skin of the redhead's shoulder.
The Speedster winced before letting out a guttural groan. "Shit, Dick, relax. You're so tight, right now," he said between heavy pants over the vigilante's lips. "Baby, breathe for me."
Dick took a few moments to hurriedly sift through the various emergency breathing exercises he had learned throughout the years as a vigilante tending to physically or emotionally compromised civilians. His current case was maybe not as dire but he still struggled to gasp around the promise of the impending weight that was Wally West inside him.
When he finally chose one, he closed his eyes shut, his brows scrunching in concentration, and breathed in shakily for five seconds, held for four and let out a ragged exhale for another five. He could hear the Speedster panting softly over him, most likely trying to calm himself as well for fear of a premature ejaculation, and the thought of Wally patiently waiting above him, giving him all the time he needed to be comfortable, filled him with warmth.
His first breath didn't really do much to unwind his tense muscles, but it did help stave off his nerves and allowed him to take in a second more steadily, slowly clearing his mind and allowing him to focus. On his third inhale, he counted five, held for four and let it out with more regulation, forcing his taut body to loosen up as the air left his lungs. His now relaxed state caused Wally to suddenly bottom out in one swift move, his dick sliding past the vigilante's prostate and pushing into his gut. It punched the remaining air right out of his lungs as his eyes flew open and he let out a choked off whimper at the back of his throat. The redhead, in turn, moaned at the abrupt tightness and rested his forehead against Dick, his whole body sagging forward and pressing into the man below him.
"Fuck, baby," he said breathily over the other's mouth. "How the fuck did you do that?"
"B-Batman," the vigilante responded shakily and then cringed. "Forget I said that."
Wally paused for a second before chuckling in amusement. "What? Does your dad not get you up?" the redhead joked, lifting his head from Dick's.
"Please, stop. I don't want to hear my dad and hard ons in the same sentence coming out of your mouth. It's weird."
Wally let out a little huff, ducking his head into the crook of the shorter man's neck and mouthing just below his ear. "Sure, baby. Let's just get this party started," he mumbled into the other's skin. As he did so, he slid each of the vigilante's legs into the inside of his elbows and caressed his hands up the other's torso, sliding them behind his back and reaching up to grip at his shoulders.
"What party? You're not even fully inside me," Dick retorted as he tilted his head to the side to give the Speedster more space and access to expanse of his neck and shoulder.
"Trust me, babe. I've got it all planned out," Wally murmured below the other's jaw, his breath tickling the shorter man and making goosebumps rise over his tan skin.
"What do you— " the acrobat began to question but cut himself off with a small yelp as the other suddenly lifted him off the counter. He immediately wrapped his arms more securely around the Speedsters neck and his legs trembled over the other's arms as his body adjusted to his new centre of gravity. When the redhead righted himself, he let the weight of Dick's upper half fall over his member as he simultaneously thrust up, pushing a surprised moan out of the shorter man when the shaft shoved roughly into his gut.
Wally didn't give him a second to recompose himself and aclimate to the novel sensations that their upright position was creating. He lifted the vigilante as high as he could, sliding out until only the tip of his dick was inside, leaving the other to gasp raggedly over the emptiness it left behind, before letting the acrobat drop and meeting him halfway with a firm thrust of his hips. The force of it squeezed all the air out of Dick's lungs and the constant pressure of the other's member against his sweet spot as he pushed in, left the shorter man scrambling to catch his breath, his eyes prickling with hopeless tears as he could do nothing but take it and feel it and succumb to it.
The Speedster increased his pace progressively, going harder and deeper each time. The acrobat let his mouth fall open around the broken sounds escaping his mouth — hoarse choked off sobs that would cut out whenever the taller boy shoved into him, hitting his prostate dead-on with every thrust — and he shoved his face into the other's shoulder, his arms winding around the redhead tighter, as he felt his toes curl under the barrage of sensations. A familiar tension started gripping at his abdomen, rising towards the top of his head and making him whine dispairingly at the evident signs of an incoming orgasm. It was too soon. Wally had just started and he was going to cum just because the other had pushed into him just right. The thought made heat rise to his cheeks in embarrassment as he moaned on another upwards thrust.
Just when he was about the warn the other of his impending doom, mouth closing around the beginnings of a word, Wally pulled him down hard, grinding his dick as far as he could into him and rolling his hips in small girating movements, causing Dick to gag on the words he wanted to say and let out a guttural sound between a wail and a groan. After that, the redhead stopped, still pressed snuggly inside the vigilante and panting right next to his ear, before starting to walk, making the acrobat bounce slightly over the other's dick with every step. It kept its weight firmly shoved against Dick's prostate, making him whimper each time the member inside him moved.
Before he could pronounce his confusion over the abrupt stop in their love-making, especially so close to his orgasm, Wally shoved him roughly against a cold, firm, vertical surface, and leaned his body closer to the vigilante. The redhead slid his hands down from the acrobat's back and planted them firmly against the maybe-wall by Dick's hips before harshly thrusting into him. The new angle allowed the Speedster's penis to push against his bundle of nerves more ruthlessly, causing the shorter man to let out a broken moan as tears began dripping down his cheeks.
"Wally," he wailed as the other started recuperating his earlier rhythm.
"Fuck, you sound so good," he panted into Dick's ear before trailing kisses down his neck, towards his shoulder, and sinking his teeth into an unmarked patch of skin. The vigilante hit the back of his head against the surface behind him and yelped at the sudden sting of pain, his toes curling painfully as the pulsating ache mixed in with his pleasure (his muddled mind not being able to differentiate one from the other in his current state), making him whimper helplessly. "God, you're amazing," Wally groaned over the wet patch of skin, causing the other to shiver and angle away from the redhead's mouth.
The shorter man gasped raggedly at a well-angled jab to his prostate as the Speedster began sucking hickeys into the space between his ear and the underside of his jaw — his most sensitive areas. He sobbed weakly as Wally kept going and going, increasing his pace until all Dick could do was bury his face against the redhead's shoulder and grasp tightly around the other's neck, his mouth hanging open and letting out loud, throaty ah, ah, ah 's that would increase in pitch every time his boyfriend thrust into him just right.
At one particularly harsh thrust, the surface behind the vigilante moved and he heard distant tinkling, similar to the sound bottles would make when they bonked softly against each other.
"Fu-huh-uck! Is th-ah ! That the fridge?!" he managed to pronounce around his uncontrolled moans. The thought shouldn't have been as sexy as it had felt in the moment but, for some reason, it made him hot all over to know that they dislodged their huge fridge with how good the Speedster was giving it to him, pushing him against it so hard that they managed to move it.
"I'll put it back later," the redhead grunted as he lowered a hand onto one of Dick's asscheeks and pulled it apart, allowing his next thrust to go in deeper. The vigilante sobbed at the heightened pressure in his gut.
After a few of those harsh jabs, the shorter man felt his gut twist dangerously, sending a tingling feeling throughout his body, from the tip of his toes to every nerve ending at the top of his head. The sensation began building up until all he could think about was his incoming release. His toes curled painfully and his breaths came shorter with every slide against his prostate, his little moans getting higher and higher the more it was stimulated.
He wound his arms tighter around Wally — pulling at the strands of the Speedster's hair with one hand and digging his nails desperately into the skin of his shoulder with the other — and his thighs shook as they squeezed around the redhead frantically. He pressed his face into the side of the other's head and panted hopelessly into his boyfriend's ear as he rubbed his forehead into the meta's hairline. "Wally," he whined under his breath, his knees twitching together minutely. "I'm gonna cum," he whimpered, his voice thick with pleasure.
The redhead immediately tried to turn his head to look at the shorter man, but the other held him back with the hold he had on the Speedster's hair. "Dick, baby, let me see you," Wally whined as he nuzzled his nose into the vigilante's jawline. Dick shook his head rapidly, feeling heat rising to his cheeks at the thought of the other seeing him so debauched. "C'mon, honey, don't be shy. It's just me," the meta said, slowing his thrusts down to a harsh grind and punching little, staccato moans out of his lover.
"Fuck, I'm so close, don't do this to me," Dick choked out, his breaths coming in fast.
"Show me your face, babe. I wanna see you when you cum," Wally pleaded. Seeing as how this small game of hide and seek wasn't getting him any closer to release, the vigilante lifted his head slowly to look up at his boyfriend. When their gazes locked into each other, Dick let out a low, guttural moan at the animalistic glint darkening the other's eyes. Wally looked like he was going to eat him alive. "That's it, baby. God, you're so beautiful," the Speedster praised as he trailed his eyes appreciatively down the acrobat's body: from the slight flush on his face, to the sweat glistening across his neck and chest, to the precum leaking copiously from his member, and, finally, down where the lovers were both connected. The redhead moaned at the sight before leaning his forehead against the other and increasing his pace until, once again, their skin clapping agaisnt each other echoed across the room.
He went fast and deep, an unerring rhythm that jabbed against Dick's prostate perfectly every time. The pressure in the vigilante's gut intensified, sending waves of mounting pleasure across his heavy limbs until his muscles drew taut and his spine arched off the fridge. He let his mouth fall open in a silent scream, the air catching at the back of his throat, as Wally's hot breaths fanned over him in time with his laboured pants. He could almost taste his orgasm blooming across his tongue and sparking along the curve of his mouth, making saliva pool in the hollow behind his lower lip.
With one final, well-aimed thrust, the acrobat let out a small squeak at the back of his throat and came, his orgasm crashing through him in harsh, splintering bursts. His body curled into itself in response and his head titlted forward, causing the small puddle of saliva in his mouth to dribble down his chin, drip onto his abs and slide down the curve of his navel before disappearing into the space between the two men, mixing with the cum spurting out of Dick's member.
"God, that's so hot," Wally whispered reverently somewhere above the vigilante losing his mind. Then he felt the redhead lick a hot stripe over the line of drool dripping from his chin and pushing into his mouth for a heated kiss, tipping Dick's head back with the force of it and pressing him firmly agaisnt the fridge. The acrobat moaned at the attention, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as the other fucked his tongue into him, licking across his teeth and pulling away to suck at his bottom lip. Through it all, the Speedster maintained an unrelenting pace, each movement charged with the same fierce determination as before and forcing the shorter man's head to go blank as his orgasm prolonged to an almost unbearable peak. He toed a fine line between painful pleasure and reality for what felt like an eternity, his muscles spasming sporadically under the force that was Wally West.
And he took it. He tightened his grip around his boyfriend and took it, trembling weakly as the Speedster swallowed all of his embarrassing sounds.
It felt like forever before he came down from his high. Little by little, feeling tingled through him: the numbness in his legs, the still-bearable stretch between his thighs, the heat of his boyfriend where their skin met and the soft pressure of the redhead pressing sweet kisses across his right cheek, patiently waiting for him to regain his senses.
"Welcome back, baby," he whispered when he saw Dick blinking heavily and panting through the remnants of his orgasm. "Feeling good?" he smirked as he increased his pace.
Dick moaned weakly, before mumbling, "Why're you asking when you're gonna do that ?"
"It doesn't hurt to be a gentleman," Wally panted as he nuzzled his head into the crook of Dick's neck.
"Gentle-ah ! My ass !" Dick whined, the Speedster hitting his oversensitive bundle of nerves precisely with every thrust. It was painful, but he could feel Wally's muscles tensing under his fingers and the other's breaths coming in faster, hinting that he was nearing his own release, as well.
The redhead moaned into the vigilante's heated flesh. "Dick, I-I'm close," he groaned, canting his hips more sporadically.
At the admission, the acrobat’s fingers curled lightly in the other’s hair, coaxing the redhead away from his neck. Wally complied, leaning back just enough to meet Dick's gaze, his eyes half-lidded and intense with a burning hunger, making the shorter man gulp audibly at the attention. Forcing himself to seem unfazed, the vigilante's hand slid from the Speedster’s shoulder to his cheek, thumb brushing over freckled skin before pulling the other down slowly. He kissed Wally dirtily, angling his head to the side to deepen the press of their lips and sliding his tongue over the other's mouth. The redhead reciprocated almost instantly, opening up willingly for the shorter man and letting him take control as he ground firmly into him. Dick groaned gently at the back of his throat before pulling away. He stared into Wally's eyes for a few seconds, feeling his own soften around the edges, and then he leaned forward, wrapping his arm around the other's shoulders and twisting his fingers intently in red hair. He pulled them firmly together — cheek to cheek, chest to chest, heartbeat to heartbeat — and whispered into the other's ear, voice hot and steady, "Cum for me, baby."
The effect was almost instant. Wally tensed over him and let out a broken moan that Dick eagerly licked right off his lips as he felt hot cum coat his insides, the Speedster's member pulsating and jerking in time with the press of the vigilante's tongue. The acrobat whined weakly into the other's mouth at the feeling of being stuffed full — of dick, of cum — and his legs twitched weakly over Wally's arms.
The redhead pulled away from the kiss after a while and rested his forehead against the fridge, right next to Dick, as he caught his breath. He panted into the smooth plastic and slid slowly down to his knees, seating the vigilante onto his lap with his legs still spread over the inside of each of the Speedster's elbows.
The acrobat took the opportunity to even out his own breaths as he cuddled the taller man, running his fingers through fiery hair and brushing his other hand down his partner's back as he pressed sweet, little kisses into his cheek, neck and shoulder. Wally hummed appreciatively at the acrobat's ministrations, curling himself tighter around the smaller man as he nuzzled into his neck.
"You were amazing, Dick," the meta murmured into the vigilante's skin once he was more composed.
"I'm more amazed that you're still hard," Dick retorted, grinding his ass into the other's lap and pushing Wally's member deeper into him. They both groaned. "But I guess I shouldn't be surprised anymore."
The redhead laughed before rolling his hips in a slow pace, pressing into Dick intently as he began mouthing below rhe other's ear. "You think you've still got one more in you?" he breathed.
Dick moaned weakly, as he pondered over the question. If he said 'no', Wally would immediately back down and give him space; maybe cook him the breakfast he had been craving since earlier this morning and wash him up, while the other was at it. But, the eagerness with which the Speedster was moving agaisnt him, the worship bleeding into each and every one of his words, and the adoration behind his actions as he touched Dick... it was everything and more. It was loving in a way that took the vigilante's breath away and, in the end, he was willing to give the other the same level of focused dedication back. With that in mind, he turned his head slightly to press his lips to Wally's ear and said, "Give it to me, baby."
The Speedster didn't wait another second. As soon as the words left Dick's mouth, he increased his slow grinding to a faster, harsh thrust, pushing into the vigilante more intently and making him choke on a low moan. The stimulation from his previous orgasm mixed with the new pleasure he was currently feeling, making his dick harden again, painfuly. He whined breathily as the sensation intensified with every slide of Wally's member agaisnt his prostate, his own giving a pathetic twitch as it began to slowly rise and curve towards his abdomen.
"Wally," he panted, "slow down. I just-ah ! I just came!"
"Are you close, already?" the Speedster asked as he lifted his head to stare down at Dick. He didn't stop, however, and a well-aimed, firm jab at the shorter man's oversensitive bundle of nerves had the vigilante letting out a strangled moan. "Oh my God, baby. The sounds you make."
Dick shook his head and panted around small, punched put sounds as he brought his hand down from Wally's hair to grip at the other's shoulder. "Slow down! I can't!" he whined. "Wally!"
The Speedster rocked into him once, twice and then, before Dick could even process it, he manueveured them both into a new position. The redhead was now on his back, his hands kneading into the shorter man's thighs, as he had the other's legs spread along either side of his waist. The surprise of being manhandled so easily distracted the vigilante momentarily from the way the other's dick slid deeper into him as gravity pushed him flush agasint Wally's pelvis, his hands falling over the Speedster's pecks to steady himself. However, the second it registered, his eyes widened and his knees twitched together where they lay flush against the kitchen tiles. His back bowed slightly forward and his hole clenched as he let out a strangled breath. It was too much in so little time and his mind was struggling to process it all.
Wally's fingers tightened around Dick's thighs and his eyebrows scrunched in pleasure as he moaned under the vigilante. "Fuck, you feel so good like this. I knew you'd love it," the redhead said as he stared up at the other. He tilted his head a little to the side, trying to catch the acrobat's eyes, "You good?" he asked.
Dick huffed in response, panting hard as he tried adjusting to the new sensations blooming in his gut. "Wally, babe, if you move, I'm gonna die." he said, looking down at the other.
Wally laughed, jostling the vigilante a little where his hands lay across his chest. "You don't have to worry about that, honey. Move as freely as you want," he responded, then lifted a hand to lightly slap the skin of the acrobat's thigh, hinting at... something.
"What?" Dick asked, his brows scrunching in confusion.
The redhead smirked. "You're riding me, baby."
The shorter man felt heat rush to his cheeks as he finally took in their position. He looked down at his hands pressing into the Speedster's firm chest, then he lifted his gaze back at his boyfriend smiling cockily back at him. "Wally," he breathed. "That's so... " His hips twitched forward at the thought he didn't finish, causing the other's dick to shift inside him and push harder against his prostate. They both moaned.
"Now, you can go as slow as you want," Wally said when he composed himself. Something in his voice seemed odd to Dick, like his boyfriend was being petty in some way, scheming secretly right before the vigilante's very eyes; but he couldn't quite put a finger on what it really was.
He sighed before looking down to where they were both connected, his red, hard member in full view, curving towards his stomach and leaking small drops of precum onto his skin. His breath hitched as he thought of the view the redhead had of him, seated on his lap and panting like a fucked out mess. He closed his eyes and tried clearing his mind. Thinking too much about it would make him too shy to move and, in all honesty, he kind of liked it when the Speedster gave him control, even if it was for a short while.
With that in mind, Dick rolled his hips, trying to get accustomed to their new arrangement and back on track with their love-making. He bit his lip hard as the other's dick twitched inside him and seemed to push in deeper. When it grazed his prostate, he inhaled sharply through his nose and looked up at the kitchen's ceiling, attempting not to lose his mind in the feeling.
He ground down again and again, noting the way Wally's fingers would grip his thighs tighter and his hip muscles would twitch whenever Dick slid slightly forward, as if trying to impede himself from fucking into the shorter man and have his way. The thought was sweet, but it didn't impede the vigilante from wanting to torture the other a bit; and hearing the redhead moan under him spurred him on further in his wicked little plan.
He wasn't unaffected, however, and, after a while, he decided he needed more. Letting go of his lip and panting harshly through his mouth, he planted his hands firmly onto the Speedster's chest and lifted his hips as high as he could on his shaky legs before letting them fall back down, putting all his weight into the movement. The resounding clap of skin was drowned out by his loud cry and Wally's low groan, making heat bloom across the vigilante's cheeks at the combined lewd sounds.
"Fuck, Dick, keep going," the Speedster ground out, his fingers digging into the acrobat's skin.
The shorter man complied and lifted his hips again before slamming back down. He cried out again, throwing his head back at the feeling of the redhead's dick reaching deep inside him and pushing against his prostate, a constant pressure that promised to make him scream if he wasn't careful.
He kept going, however, finding a steady pace that made his legs tremble and burn the longer he went. The redhead's release from earlier made the glide easy, and Dick could feel it seeping out of him and coating the other's thighs whenever their hips met, making the slap of their skin sound wetter each time the vigilante would come down. It was dirty, but it was so hot.
His voice came out sharp and breathy, and would cut off every time he reached the bottom, Wally's dick punching the remaining air from his lungs. He inhaled as he could, gasping in short inhales, but seemed like he was never getting enough air, and he was left choking on the Speedster's member as he slammed down again and again and again, trying to chase that moment of mindless pleasure that Wally had made him feel.
He huffed as he slammed down again, his thighs shaking and sweaty as he panted through the rising frustration in his chest. He looked down at his boyfriend and wrinkled his brows pitifully. "Wally," he said thickly.
The redhead slid a hand up the other's quivering thigh towards the vigilante's waist before traveling back down, caressing down his leg until reaching his aching knee. He did the motion again, as if sensing the acrobat's mounting vexation and trying to calm him down. "What's wrong, honey?" he asked through laboured breaths.
"I-I can't," Dick panted.
"Need help?" Wally asked, a sparkle in his eyes. It looked more menacing than endearing. The vigilante gave him a curt nod before looking away in embarrassment. "Don't be like that, baby, it's fine. I've got you," the redhead tried reassuring, but it didn't stop the heat from spreading down his neck to his chest. He most probably looked like a blushing mess, redness bleeding into his tan skin as he struggled for breath. What a sight. "Wow, you're so pretty," he heard the Speedster breathe reverently below him.
"Stop. I bet I look like a mess, right now," Dick argued, his brows furrowing.
"Nah, you look like the most beautiful person I've ever seen." And the way Wally said it was so warm, so full of love, that the vigilante couldn't help but look back down at his boyfriend to see the devotion and adoration shining through his eyes. It made the acrobat's breath hitch. Just a little.
Dick stared down at the Speedster, taking in the state the other was in. He noticed the other's dishevelled hair (curtesy of the vigilante, no doubt); his pink, freckled cheeks alight with exertion; his glistening skin under the morning light bleeding in through the kitchen window; and his strong chest, rising up amd down under the acrobat's slightly curled fingers. He stared and couldn't help the words that escaped his lips — a small, shy whisper said under his breath. "You're also the most beautiful person I've ever seen."
The statement made Wally's cheeks darken and made the corners of his eyes soften, fondness overtaking his features like it was second nature when it came to Dick. "Thank you, honey," he said, his fingers digging into the vigilante's thighs, right under his ass and lifting the other's hips up effortlessly. "Let's get back to business, shall we?" he asked, before bringing the shorter man down and meeting him halfway with a hard, upwards thrust.
The redhead's dick seemed to reach farther into him, farther than the acrobat thought he had been able to go, and he let out a surprised cry, forced out of him with the sheer strength that Wally penetrated him.
And then the Speedster did it again, and again, and again, and again, accelerating his pace, until Dick's mouth stayed permanently hung open around broken, helpless moans. The redhead seemed to be tapping into the speedforce with how fast he was going, but the vigilante wasn't conscious enough to care as the other shoved against his prostate repeatedly, abusing it with nerve-wracking precision.
The shorter man trembled as he curved into himself slightly, his muscles tensing at the onslaught of the sudden pleasure. His fingers dug into Wally's skin and he clenched his eyes shut as he tried to steady himself enough to cry out, "W-Wa-ah ! Wally! T-Too-huh ! Fast! Too fast !"
"You want me to go slower, baby?" the other said through ragged breaths — it sounded almost taunting. Dick nodded furiously above him. "As you wish."
Wally slammed their hips harshly together and started grinding roughly into the vigilante. The shorter man let out a hoarse sob at the sudden movement, his arms shaking as he tried to keep himself upright and not fall over onto his boyfriend.
"Fuck," he choked, his voice cracking at the end. He looked down at the redhead and keened as the other lifted him slightly and shoved back in roughly. Tears were pooling in his eyes and he tried blinking them away, gasping heavily around another hard thrust. "Wally !"
"Is that what you want, baby?" the Speedster asked, sweat shining across his forehead as repeated the motion again.
The movements were deep and brutal, knocking the air out of Dick each time and forcing him to make sounds he didn't even know he could make. The thrusts were slow and almost evenly paced. Maybe a few seconds passed between each one, though in the vigilante's fucked out head, it felt like minutes; and he could feel the tell-tale building pressure in his gut, making his mind buzz and his face tingle with tiny sparks, but the rhythm was too slow for the rising tension to amount to anything. His body shook and he clenched his teeth, letting out a pathetic sob. It wasn't enough. It was what he wanted but it wasn't enough.
"Do you like it like this?" Wally continued below him, his fingers kneading into his flesh. "Or do you like it fast?" He thrust his hips upwards suddenly, with enough force that Dick lost the remaining strength in his arms and went tumbling towards the man below him, his forehead knocking into the space between the other's right clavicle and shoulder. He let out a strangled cry as the redhead started up another cruel, rapid pace. He skated his right hand up Dick's back and, when he reached his head, he threaded his fingers through the vigilante's dark hair before roughly pulling his head up so they were face to face. The acrobat yelped in surprise, bringing a hand up to grip at Wally's hand, as the other lowered his head until their foreheads touched. "Tell me, baby," he panted in the space between them. Dick wailed and gasped desperately as the other continued to pound into him roughly. "Do you want it fast?" The pressure in the acrobat's gut kept rising and rising until his toes curled and his chest felt tight, making him moan fast and urgently into his boyfriend's mouth, his orgasm prickling all over his skin in foreboding tension. "Or do you still want it slow?" And with that, Wally gave one last thrust before stilling his movements completely.
Dick let out a shattered sob, his orgasm right there yet still out of reach. "Wally," he whined helplessly. He felt frustrated tears fall from his eyes as he panted shakily in the space between them.
"C'mon, baby. What's it gonna be?" The Speedster thrust up suddenly. Dick wheezed out a hoarse moan.
And that was it. That was the last straw. He completely lost it.
"Wally, fuck ! Give it to me, already! I'm so fucking close, I'm so— " he groaned in irritation trying to cant his hips backwards onto the other's dick but was held back by the redhead's hand under his upper thigh. Then he tried to lift one hand to masturbate but ended up abandoning the idea as his body shook dangerously at the effort, his supporting arm threatening to give out under him. He sobbed as he felt his dick give a pathetic twitch where it was trapped between the two men. "Fuck ! Wally, just fuck me! I want it hard ! I wanna feel you tomorrow when I sit down! I wanna feel you pound into me until I forget my name ! Just— "
"Oh my God." Wally whispered below him, surprised.
" —fuck me, already!"
The Speedtser let out an amused huff below him, his hot breath mingling with Dick's strained pants, before he lifted the vigilante's ass and hammered his member into him at an absolutely inhuman pace. The acrobat's tears of frustration quickly turned into ones of pleasure as Wally slammed into him like there was no tomorrow. He was panting hard and fast into the redhead's mouth, his throat closing up at the end of every breath around a helpless, high-pitched whimper as he felt goosebumps rise across his skin.
"Wah-y !" he cried, feeling his muscles coil and his face grow heavy, the sensation of pins and needles prickling his skin and tingling through his lips. He felt drool start to drip from his open mouth and he heard Wally moan filthily as he lifted his head to lick the saliva right out of his mouth. In any other situation, Dick would have found the action to be extremely disgusting but, with the Speedster's shaft digging into his prostate and screwing the sense right out of him, the vigilante's dick rubbing between their moving abdomens, and the redhead now fucking his mouth with his tongue, licking into him like he had been thirsting for this his entire life; he found it all the more stimulating. He lowered the hand that had been gripping Wally's in his hair and rested his elbow next to his lover's head, sliding his fingers into red strands and tugging as he sobbed into the other's mouth.
His eyes clenched shut as he felt the tension in his body building and building, his body curling into itself until he was suddenly thrown off the edge, his orgasm flooding through him in powerful bursts of pleasure. His body shook harshly and, distantly, he thought that maybe he screamed but his mind was floating too far away to register it. He felt Wally keeping up his brutal pace, his lips now wrapped around the sensitive skin under his ear as the Speedster's teeth worked marks over the tan expanse of his neck, fingers still gripping and pulling at his hair. It made the aching pleasure pulse through him a second time, his dick squirting out weak spurts of cum, making it slide easier between the men's stomachs.
Dick shuddered and wailed despairingly against Wally's ear as wave after wave of pleasure shot through him. At some point, he'd blacked out and, when he came to, the Speedster had halted his movements and had lowered the vigilante's head to rest gently on the floor. The redhead's hand was brushing through the acrobat's hair, the other rubbing soothing circles into his hips as Wally waited for him to catch his breath.
"Wally," he groaned, after a moment of feeling the other's soft caresses.
"Yeah, honey? How're you feeling?" the meta asked, worry tinting his voice.
Dick huffed a small laugh, "I think I saw the light," he joked. Wally laughed quietly by his ear. "Did you...?" he trailed off, reaching a hand down to feel at his entrance.
The Speedster grabbed his hand gently before he could reach his goal and brought it up towards his chest, rubbing his fingers more intently in the Vigilante's hair. "I'm fine, babe. Just relax," he said softly, turning to kiss Dick's cheek.
The shorter man whined and swivelled his head to look at the other. Their eyes met and the acrobat could still see the need burning in the other's eyes. Dick shook his head. "Wally," he began, his voice hoarse, "We're finishing this."
"Are you sure, honey? That last one looked like you were done," the redhead inquired, his brows furrowing with the question.
"If I haven't fainted, I'm still good."
"I don't think that should ever be a way to measure how good you're feeling."
"It hasn't failed me so far."
"Dick."
"Wally."
The Speedster sighed. "Fine, but if you want me to stop, tell me." He looked at the vigilante consideringly. "Or hit me, if you can't speak." Dick unwound their hands and slapped the redhead's chest, affronted. How dare he. "Yeah, just like that," the other said, a teasing smile forming over his lips.
Then, in an impressive a show of strength, he turned them both over so that Dick was the one on his back. He cushioned the shorter man's head with the hand still in his hair and he positioned his bent knees under the vigilante's ass to prop him slightly upwards and asure he stayed comfortable in their new position. The acrobat gasped at being manhandled so easily once again. His legs felt leaden where they lay over Wally's thighs and he didn't attempt to lift them so he could wrap them around his boyfriend's waist like he usually would. Instead, he wound his free arm around the Speedster's neck, his other hand still twisted in red hair, and kept the other close, looking into his eyes with all the adoration he could convey.
After a few seconds, he pulled the other down into a gentle kiss and then whispered against his lips, his skin tingling against the soft warmth, "I love you, Wally."
The redhead took in a shaky breath, his eyes widening slightly before they smoothened out, glistening a beautiful, bright green under the morning sun. "I love you, too," he breathed back into the vigilante, curling closer into the shorter man as he slid an arm down his side towards his hip. He halted and looked down at Dick in question. The vigilante nodded, giving him a small smile to encourage the other to not worry about him.
With that, Wally shoved back into him, but this time gentler and slower, as if he were handling porcelain and not the renowned, unbreakable Nightwing. He rocked into Dick tenderly, gasping into his mouth as he moved languidly above him. The acrobat, in turn, whimpered as the other moved agaisnt his oversensitive areas, sliding against his abused prostate and rubbing against his soft member. He didn't complain, didn't try to push his boyfriend away, as the other kept his lazy rhythm, pushing into him softly and looking at him like he was something divine, something out of this world.
It didn't hit Dick until later but, in that moment, Wally had been making love to him. To him. Broken and aching as he could be sometimes, harsh and severe he could get when he was mad, and sweet and caring he would let himself be whenever they were completely alone in their own world. To him, Dick Grayson-Wayne, like he was the one. The only one for him.
It brought tears to his eyes as the other kept going, increasing his pace slightly as his muscles coiled in the vigilante's hold. Dick moaned pathetically as his penis began hardening again, the sensation painful after his four previous orgasms.
"Fuck," he sobbed weakly, tilting his head backwards against Wally's hand. His breathing became laboured and the water accumulating in his eyes spilled as he faced the overstimulation.
"I'm sorry, baby. Just a little more," Wally panted into the shorter man's neck, his hips losing their rhythm. "I'm so close."
Dick moaned in response, unable to formulate a coherent sentence in his state.
A few thrusts later and the acrobat started feeling a new wave of pleasure start to crawl its way through his body, warning him of another aching release. He whimpered helplessly as he tipped his head forward to stare at his boyfriend. "I-I'm gon— " he slurred around his uneven breaths.
"I've got you, honey," the redhead whispered, reaching a hand between them to finish the other off.
The shorter man immediately stopped him with a trembling hand. He shook his head when the other looked at him in confusion. "C-Close 'nyway," he whimpered as another wave of pleasure pulsed through him. He whined pathetically at the feeling.
"Fuck, okay," Wally said, letting out a strained groan. He leaned his head forwards until his forehead rested against the other's, their breaths and desperate sounds getting lost in the space between them, the world zoning into just this little moment. "Let's cum together," the redhead proposed, panting over the vigilante's lips.
Dick nodded weakly and, after a handful of deep, gentle thrusts, the Speedster went rigid and let out a filthy moan that cut off at the the back of his throat as his hips pushed sporadically into the acrobat. It was enough to push the shorter man right off the edge, his orgasm falling over him less harshly than the previous ones and more like a full-body shudder that lasted less than ten seconds. His dick twitched pitifully but nothing came out, as he was rung dry from his previous sessions. It made the pleasure all the more sharp and painful.
He sobbed brokenly under Wally, his eyes rolling to the back of his head before blacking out. The last thing he remembered was the Speedster's laboured breaths fanning across his face, his hot cum spurting into him, as he rubbed his fingers comfortingly into Dick's hair with the hand behind his head. God, he loved that man.
♡♡♡
The next time he came to, he was lain across the couch in new clothes with a blanket carefully draped over him. He felt clean and refreshed, a monumental contrast from how he felt as Wally defiled their kitchen with every liquid in Dick's body. He shivered slightly at the memory and willed his mind to focus on something else, like the smell of food wafting through the air.
Food. That's right, he was still hungry.
With that thought in mind, he threw the blanket off his body and sat up on the couch. His legs ached minutely as he placed his feet on the floor and, when he pushed himself to get up, he immediately fell back onto the soft cushions in pain. What in the everliving fuck?
He tried again, only to be met with the same results.
Not one to be bested by post-coital body pains, he planted his hands on the arms of the sofa and used the remaining strength in his limbs to pull himself up and off the soft pillows. He careened dangerously as his butt lifted from the couch but ultimately managed to stay upright.
Beaming at his small victory, he limped his way to the kitchen, following the sound of the oil sizzling and popping that echoed through the apartment. The smell of well cooked eggs and something else hit him soon afterwards and he tried to quicken his pace as much as his trembling limbs could carry him.
When he reached the kitchen he was met with the sight of his lively boyfriend in their frilly pink apron Jason and Tim had bought them as a housewarming gift. The vigilante leaned against the wall, smiling stupidly as he watched the Speedster work.
After a few minutes of frolicking around left and right, the redhead turned the stove off and set two plates on the small table in their kitchen before turning towards the exit, his hands already working on untying the apron from his back. When he looked up, he let out an indignant yelp and jumped backwards. Dick stared at him, unamused. "What the hell, babe! When did you even get there?" Wally voiced over his surprise, hand held across his heard. "You almost gave me a heart attack."
"I was hungry," the vigilante stated as he pushed himself off of the wall and limped slowly towards the other. He cringed at how hoarse his voice was.
At the sight of his struggle, the Speedster closed the distance and wrapped his arms around the shorter man's waist. His eyes softened as he stared at Dick. "You know, you didn't have to get up, I would have brought it to you instead," he said gently.
"I was hungry," the acrobat repeated, looking up at his boyfriend expectantly.
Wally sighed. "And I thought I was the only one with an appetite," he mumbled, before letting out an endeared sigh. "I made what you wanted. Even got your fancy cheese."
"Ooh," the vigilante exclaimed, leaning slightly around the redhead to oggle the plates behind him. He smiled when he saw the cheese, then looked back up at the Speedster. He lifted his hands and placed them on the other's cheek, squishing them gently together. "My hero," he said fondly.
"May thine hero have a kiss," the meta said, puckering his lips.
Dick laughed. "Sure." He pulled the other down and pressed there lips softly together, his nose curving into the redhead's cheek. He sighed through his nose before pulling away and whispered, "By the way." Wally hummed. "No sexy time until next month."
"What!" the Speedster whined in complaint.
Dick snickered into the other's neck. God, how he loved him.