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Dick Grayson is so soft in his sleep; the hard lines of his highly trained body relax as he rests. The ever-present serious squint to his eyes is gentled by his unfurrowed brow, and the deep valleys of his dimples are but a whisper alongside his mouth, which parts slightly for near-silent breaths to fill his lungs.
Tim feels inordinately lucky to get to experience the phenomenon, and he keeps sneaking glances at Dick on the bed as he cleans up their dinner and scotch glasses. They do this in Dick’s dinky little studio apartment because he feels like someone is less likely to interrupt here rather than the penthouse. It’s a silly notion; their family will find them anywhere if they are needed after all. It’s why the drugs Dick takes for these nightcaps are drugs they have quick acting cures to.
This whole thing started a few months ago now. Tim, dosed out of his mind on Ivy’s pollen, went to the first place he considered safe but didn’t quite have the heart to wake his exhausted big brother up to help him. He hadn’t gone all the way with Dick’s sleeping body that night, but what had happened before he collapsed on the bed beside the man was clear enough that Dick had been ready to talk about it when he shook Tim awake. “Talk” about it, because he’d been so aroused that Tim had been worried that he hadn’t gotten all of the pollen off in his decon shower. Dick had to politely confess that someone getting off to him while he slept had been his biggest untouched kink possibly ever.
They have a relationship now, one borne from their attraction rather than just their parts in The Mission or their roles as Bruce Wayne’s sons. If it keeps going as good as it is Dick even wants to tell people about them, which fills Tim with so much happiness he could damn near melt into a puddle on the floor.
That first night had been a bit of a one-off in terms of Dick not waking up, both because he had been so exhausted from a five day long JL mission and because Tim hadn’t actually touched him. Dick wants to be touched too; the whole appeal for him is that he gets off on the idea of Tim doing anything he wants to Dick’s sleeping body. While he appreciates waking up and finishing together, he gets off so much harder to waking up in the morning and finding that Tim has fucked him and filled him up or cum all over his face after using his lax mouth to get off.
Hence the drugs.
Nothing addictive or dangerous, of course; they’re vigilantes and they’ve both been too close with people who have suffered through the angry, hungry monster that is addiction. Every few weeks, however, the two of them indulge in this play as both a nod back to how they came together in the first place and a shared kink that they both simply adore.
Tonight Tim is indulging in one of the positions he likes a little more than the others. Sure, he enjoys fucking Dick’s mouth, hands, and thighs because every part of his boyfriend is lovely and fuckable, but Tim also enjoys being filled. He’d already fingered himself open while dinner had been in the oven, showering to conceal his plan from his brother who doesn’t like to know how Tim is going to take advantage of him before it happens. Dick says it adds to experience, and Tim is nothing if not giving.
Shedding his joggers and his tank top, Tim climbs onto the bed and claims the lube from on top of the headboard where they often toss it when they’re done with it. He works Dick’s cock to hardness with a long familiar system of strokes and squeezes practically patented to get Dick erect. He doesn’t bother when he’s fucking the older man, of course, and he won’t bother getting him off now either, as Dick’s orgasm during these events is more of an “if it happens, it happens” ordeal rather than a goal.
No, Dick will get off in the morning like usual, waking Tim up with hungry kisses and rough hands.
For now, Tim climbs astride his brother, legs bent at just the right angle to dig his toes into the blankets. He positions the tip of Dick right at his entrance and without further ado — aka without Dick worrying about hurting him — drops down the entire length of the man, shouting in pleasure as he’s filled up all at once. His own prick is practically drooling by the time he gets breath in his lungs again and plants his hands on Dick’s chest to anchor himself.
In a lot of ways this is about Dick, but in equally as many ways it isn’t about Dick at all. Tim rides the older man just the way he likes. A little too quick, a little too hard, and with a grind that doesn’t press against his prostate but is as deep within him as Dick can reach, because above all the feeling of being full makes Tim see more stars than the pleasure from his sweet spot being stroked.
It’s not long before Tim’s thighs are burning and his breaths are coming short. His orgasm burns through his veins, spreading like a flame from the base of his cock. His hands stay firm on Dick’s chest keeping him from tumbling forward and cutting off his orgasm before it can even start. Every grind and jerk of his hips pulls the tension rolling down his spine tighter and tighter, until it pops!
A whiny, embarrassing sound leaves Tim as he succumbs to his orgasm, spilling over the relaxed definition of Dick’s abs in thick streaks. Clearly he needed this as much as Dick did, if the way he shifts to let his feet lay flat against the bed and his body sag forward is anything to go by. All the tension of the last few weeks seems to drain out of him as he shoves his face into Dick’s neck and just breathes in the comforting scent of the man’s soap and skin. Dick is still hard inside him, and the discomfort of their skin being glued together with Tim’s cum isn’t even a blip on his radar with that comforting weight against his oversensitive walls.
He really should bring it up to Dick sometime, how much he loves warming the other man’s cock. He knows that Dick thinks they wake up still together like this to show him what Tim did to him, but really it’s because it’s so much easier to fall asleep with the weight of something — of Dick — inside of him. One day soon, probably.
With a soft, sated noise, Tim weakly paws at their bed and yanks the covers over the two of them when he finds them. For tonight this is enough. He does so love these nightcaps after all.