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Dick is looking for something special to wear for their anniversary. Actually, it's their anniversary and the day Dick tells Bruce he's pregnant again. It's Jason's baby, he told him last night and wanted to keep it a secret until after his little escapade with Bruce for their anniversary…
Sophie is four, keeps everyone on their toes and has begun following Alfred everywhere mimicking his accent to his delight. And she's going to be an older sister…
"Dick, focus."
He brings the attention back to the present and starts looking for something to wear. Something cute, special, sometimes to stand out but not too flashy and—…
"No fucking way…" he laughs at the box in a corner of Bruce's old dresser, opening it while sitting down on the floor. "You old creep, you kept them!"
The transparent bag moves the little balls around, the sound bringing him back to that time… A long time ago, looking back now. His cunt floods almost instantly at the memory and he looks at the clock to make sure he has enough time to touch himself before he meets Bruce at the restaurant.
°°°
Fifteen Years Ago
"We're going to the opera? Is that your idea of fun?" Dick asked from the shower, washing away the sweat from training and fucking.
"The opera is fun, Dick!"
Dick groaned but didn't try to get away from it. Lately, Bruce had been an ass with him being too hard on the criminals, too unruly and too wild. But Dick was just being himself, free and happy to be almost as good as Batman at sixteen. Sweet sixteen, as Bruce whispered that morning while fingering him awake.
Last night's argument seemed long forgotten with make up sex, and Dick thought they'd go out to see a movie or something actually fun. Well. Opera it is.
"Make sure you're properly dressed, Dick. Black tie," Bruce reminded him after knocking on the bathroom door.
"I know!" Groaning and dragging the word, Dick made himself insufferable from time to time to remind Bruce of his age. Just to fuck with him.
He was a bit of a brat, to be honest, a trait he liked to push onto Bruce in their day to day life in and out of their masks. Sometimes he played a little too close to the public, sitting on his lap for a couple of seconds for a hug and a kiss on the cheek, making those pretty models oooh and aaah for being such a good dad. No one knew about their private life and what a good daddy Bruce was behind closed doors.
Maybe it was time to push another boundary. A dangerous one, to make him squirm… Fuck, Dick wanted to squirm too under that gaze: warm, steel blue eyes that had him panting for hours.
Bruce dressed up first and then went downstairs to set everything up with Kate and Babs covering for them that night. Alfred would offer tech assistance to them, so at least Bruce wouldn't have to worry too much.
Dick took advantage being alone to dress up however he liked, rummaging through every closet door and drawer until he put together the perfect outfit for that night. However, something else caught his eye. Something white and beautiful that belonged in a museum or behind an expositor. Dick opened the box carefully, took the pearl necklaces and weighed them on one hand. It was a two-piece, easy to unclasp, the smaller one a choker he tried on in front of the mirror and then left the larger piece close by. He put on the black slacks, fitted to his body just last month, a tight and completely see-through black shirt with a turtleneck and long sleeves, and then for the final touch he put on a deep blue vest that cinched his waist and outlined his upper body almost to the point of indecency. He looked pretty, the kind of young men that would hang from the arm of a much older and richer man than them for entertainment. But he didn't look cheap at all, not with those clothes, the way he stood and, above all, the pearl necklace hugging around his neck like it belonged there.
Dick looked at himself in the mirror, again, and added black eyeliner to the waterline.
Yeah, he definitely looked like an escort.
"Dick, I'm leaving in five minutes with or without you!" Bruce yelled from the staircase.
"Four minutes!"
He could do it in three.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Dick pretended to be innocent of all charges when Bruce accused him of wearing that outfit to make a scene.
The press covering the higher society at the opera palace flashed their cameras and yelled away their stupid questions like always, and both Bruce and Dick ignored them but Dick made sure they had a perfect view of his well dressed ass while he swayed his hips way more than usual. He had a sex-appeal, he liked to put himself in that position in a way Brucie Wayne could never. Dick was a performer since he was a toddler and it helped him keep this persona to the public better than Bruce himself.
He liked to look a little more rebellious than he should, allowed the hand from a stranger to wander too close to his ass in some gala while Bruce did his best not to break the man's nose. He liked to be "punished" later until morning came only to do it all over again next time.
Now was a little different. He was older. Wilder. Unruly like Bruce accused him of, and liked to play with fire sometimes: like walking funny on purpose so Bruce could investigate him silently from the car to their seats in a private box. Food, champagne on ice and sweets were already there.
"Senator! So good to see you and your wife!"
"O-oh, uhm… she's my niece! She's here to see me for a while, don't mind her, he he…" the Senator blushed and waved a hand from his own private box before ushering her escort away to their seats.
Bruce sat down and looked at him with a knowing smile.
"His niece, my ass…" Dick mumbled and sat down slowly, trying not to show discomfort.
"Are you okay? You've been acting strange since we left home." Bruce put a hand on his neck just under the pearls. He couldn't even fit his thumb between the necklace and his neck. "Isn't this a little too tight, love?"
"Not yet."
"What do you mean?"
"Maybe it'll break when you fuck my throat later, we'll see…"
"Dick, Jesus Christ…"
Bruce looked around but the private boxes were ten feet away from one another and everyone was minding their own business. Dick, however, liked to mind Bruce's business and slid a hand up his dad's thigh, one finger away from his crotch.
"Not yet, old man."
"Dick, not here…"
"Where else am I going to suck your cock? At the bar? I'm sixteen, they don't even hace mocktails."
The lights blinked to announce the play would start in minutes, so Dick settled down and ignored Bruce's questioning look when he grimaced in his seat, squirming for a couple of seconds before he stopped moving with a light groan.
He ignored Bruce. He ignores him for ten, twenty and thirty minutes before he couldn't take it anymore and when he turned to look at him, in the dark, while the soprano lady sang dramatically, he caught sight of the Senator's niece bobbing her blonde head up and down his lap. And Dick couldn't help himself, his thighs pressed together, unable to feel much except for being full already.
He wet his lips and moved the hand to Bruce's zipper, pressed the heel of his hand on the growing hardness underneath and hid his nose in Bruce's neck. Dick began licking and nipping at the sensitive skin there while teasing his cock with that stray hand. He'd seen enough of the illicit couple, now it was their turn.
"Dick…" a warning, nothing more.
"Can you come twice before this is over?" His hand finally pulled Bruce's thick cock out.
"Depends…"
"On what, B?"
"On how much you want me."
Easy. Dick wanted him like nothing else. His love, his approval, his life… And Dick took that answer as enough consent before lowering his head down until he began to suck him off.
Dick started with kitten licks, lapping at the salty precum and lubricating around the head. He pulled the skin down slowly and tasted him again, sucked the head and moaned when Bruce held his neck with one large hand. He became aware of the tight pearl necklace when he lowered down, inch by inch, until the tip of his tongue touched Bruce's ballsack and the nest of black curls around his cock. Dick liked to keep himself neatly trimmed and he wanted to try laser but that wasn't on his mind now. Actually, only Bruce's cock was all he could think of.
The cock breaching his throat until breathing finally became a problem thanks to the girth of it and the choker. He wanted to taste him now.
"Mmhgh…" Dick gargled and his saliva pooled on Bruce's lap as he pushed his large hand higher up his head. Asking. Begging him to use his mouth.
Bruce was still unsure of Dick giving him a blowjob due to his size, still small even though he was sixteen. He'd be taller, his body would grow in a couple of years but now Dick was stuck in himself and didn't really care if Bruce broke any of his holes using him.
The older man didn't use his hips to fuck Dick's mouth. He used Dick's head as a fleshlight, a hole and nothing more, until he spilled down his throat and Dick's tears mixed with drool and cum.
Once Bruce released him, he breathed like it hurt, cum coming out of his nose and a painful void in his throat.
"You're so beautiful… thank you, sweetheart…"
Bruce held his face and kissed him, cleaned the cum around his lips and fed him back into his mouth with a clear, silent order: swallow. So he did.
There was no time for another round because the crowd applauded as the lights turned back on, finalizing the first act. Dick scrambled back to sit straight and the movement made him whimper, uncomfortable.
"What are you hiding from me?"
"You'll see… do we have to go?"
People started leaving their private boxes and seats. Not everyone but a lot, and Dick half remembered it was a bathroom break before the last act of the play. He didn't remember a single thing from the first act.
"No, sweetheart. We're not going anywhere."
He loved to be the one who brought Bruce's darkness out, the one who could control the beast inside and gladly plaid the price. Those eyes screamed darkness and possessive obsession, three things Dick loved about this man. This man, not Batman or Brucie Wayne, the playboy asshole he fucking hated.
"Aren't we?"
"No, and you're going to tell me why you've been squirming on your seat since we arrived. And earlier."
Both looked around before Dick walked backwards until his lower back hit the railing of the balcony. Being in a private box was the only thing he liked from the opera so far.
"I wanted to show you my necklace."
"I can see it." Bruce answered carefully, like he knew it was a trap somehow.
"No, you can see part of it."
"Dick?"
"You know how stretchy I am? Well, that's all of me."
Instead of making Bruce think harder, Dick pulled his pants down and showed him he wasn't wearing anything else but the pearls. However, only a string of four or five white pearls could be seen.
The string hung between his folds, swaying lightly with the movement, and Dick pressed two fingers in an inverted V over his clit to push the hood back. Then he grabbed the end of the string and pulled enough to show three more beautiful and soaked pearls coming out of his cunt. Dick's face contorted into a grimace mixed of pleasure and discomfort.
"I'm so full, B." He whined as the string rubbed next to his clit, the pearls giving him a much needed stimulation. "It's like when we made love for the first time, remember? I felt so good…"
"Are those….? Dick, are those my mother's pearls?"
Dick's smile grew wider.
"Wanna find out? Come and get them, Mr. Wayne."
And Bruce would have done it if not for the blinking lights. The Senator and his "niece" entered their private box almost immediately, laughing like idiots, so Dick could pull his pants up and sit next to Bruce in time.
"You better not have my mother's pearls inside of you." Bruce hissed, clearly torn between feeling angry and aroused.
"Or what?"
The lights dimmed until the show began again, and then Bruce grabbed his cunt while pretending to be interested in the opera. Two of the pearls pressed against his clit and he held back a yelp.
"Stand up right now and go to the bathroom. I'll meet you there in five minutes exactly… if you touch yourself I'll make you regret it."
And Dick wanted to regret it but at the same time he had already pushed Bruce too far, so he did what he was told. After all, he could disobey him in another situation where he could get his attention again. It was hard enough to keep this man focused on their relationship and not have him make a scene every week for the press, so Dick had to be creative in other ways.
He left the private box and found the bathroom right away. Uncomfortable but so fucking horny -what did they put in his T-shots?-,Dick took his pants off and folded them over the toilet. Not five minutes had gone by when Bruce opened the bathroom door and then his stall, capturing his mouth at the same time he was pushed against the nearest surface.
It was so easy to rile him up. Dick loved when they made love, slow and lazy in the morning, quiet in the dark after patrol… but Bruce fucking him, craving to claim his insides and mark his skin for weeks.
That's exactly what Dick was getting.
"Come on, B. Don't you want to take those pearls out?"
"You're a brat, Dick."
"Oh, that's news to me!"
Dick mocked him and Bruce got on his naked knees, pulled from the strings a little and he could feel them moving around inside, making him moan weakly. His head hit the wooden wall behind him and his hips shook as Bruce secured the pearls against his clit, pressing with an unforgiving thumb, and then the fucker put the string of pearls between his teeth to pull them out. Slowly. Tasting his juices and licking it from the pearls. When he ran out of room, Bruce let them go and sucked on his clit before pulling from the string again.
The whole time Dick cried out, moaned and thrust his hips as much as Bruce allowed him to, the emptiness noticeable by the time he came and tried to push Bruce's mouth away from his abused cunt. Bruce pulled back only when Dick shook and his legs almost gave out.
Hazed and fucked out, Dick saw Bruce putting the pearls away in his pocket before he stood up and carried him up. Dick's mouth was fucked next by Bruce's mouth and then he felt the thick, bulbous head of his cock against this cunt. It burned when Bruce pounded into him, holding him up against nothing and Dick praying not to fall off.
Bruce came deep inside and kept thrusting until Dick came again, crying from overstimulation and so fucking sore he wanted to scream. Instead Dick's legs gave out for a second and the sudden movement had Bruce impaled further up his cunt. Full with a long pearl necklace? Try Bruce Wayne's cock.
"Your face is a mess, sweetheart. Clean yourself up, we're going home. Maybe you'd like to fuck yourself on my grandfather's walking stick?"
"Oh, fuck, B!"
°°°
Now.
"Dick?"
"Coming!"
Tim was back home from his trip to Australia with Cass for a very complicated case, so now he wanted to spend time with his lovers. Dick, however, was Bruce's this weekend. Fully Bruce's.
Tim came into the bedroom and saw with with the pearls in hand and a blush on his cheeks.
"Were you gonna do what I'm thinking?"
"Oh, no… it's gonna be a while before I do that again." Baby #2 had to be safe and not-mother's-pearls were definitely NOT safe to put inside of him now. "Are you taking me to the restaurant?"
"Yep! Jason, Jon and Damian are with Sophie, I have patrol with Steph tonight."
"Good luck, baby."
Dick kissed his partner, his baby brother, and restrained himself from telling him he was pregnant again. Damian and Tim would know soon enough.
"Baby…" Tim whispered against his lips as he touched his lower belly.
"I'm going to kill Jason."
"Hey, he can't keep secrets after four orgasms, you know that."