.OPEN POST. (let's play)

[ergon]

[ open. texts, messages, rp prompts and starters. gen & nsfw. ]

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[pleasant]

( matt is a tease and he knows it -- and dick has never considered himself a particularly patient man, always losing interest in stake-outs and finding too much normalcy to be boring. matt keeps him on his toes, touches his thigh and strokes warm circles against the sensitive skin there -- and dick has been sporting an erection since the start of dinner, some blissful consolation in being able to press it up against matt now, hips akin to each other, a hand cupping him, the warm embrace of those lovely thighs hugging his cock in close. dick shudders and groans around the sensation, his forehead laying flat on matt's back while his hands claw at the footfalls of muscles on his sides, tiptoeing upwards and clawing back, leaving bright red lines in his wake. he doesn't break skin -- matt has enough wounds for dick not to add to the pile.

breath hitching against matt's words, dick's tongue licks up the sweat on his back to connect their mouths, drawing sweet moans out as he brushes a hand against matt's cock, cupping it like it's something delicate, to take care off. even in the intensity of the moment, he manages to smile against a pair of lips that find themselves at the forefront of dick's mind more often than he'd like to admit, huffing out a brief and happy laugh that's more breathless than anything else, swirling his fingers around the head of matt's cock. )

They only get to watch so they can see what they're missing. I get to have you, they don't. ( a hand moving downward, almost possessively cupping his balls as if dick can pretend he has a lot more power here than he does, as if he isn't a slave and beacon to matt's every word, hanging over every syllable like some finery symphony, to be dissected. emphasis, breathlessness, every ounce of want he can hear in matt's voice that he eagerly devours, crushing their mouths together. ) Two fingers, you think that's enough?

( on cue, his free hand dips down to stroke at the sensitive ring of his ass, finding it wet and loose as matt promised -- two fingers plunge in easily, stretching him with short, scissored motions. not to hurt, just to ease open. )

Or did you want it to hurt, baby? ( nipping at his neck. ) I'd never hurt you, you know that. What did you think about? ( his fingers curl, seeking out his prostate to massage, purring against the shell of his ear. ) My cock in you? My fingers where yours were? Maybe -- me in the other room, having no idea what a filthy little slut you were being.

[ergon]

[ Dick's impatience is something heady, intoxicating -- the man is exceptional at pretty much everything else but patience, and Matt doesn't stop goading him, rewarding that impatience when a small roll of his hips, the head of Dick's cock rubbing nicely against his balls, nestled snugly between his legs. He turns his head to kiss him back, mouth parted and just as hungry for his attention as the other man is for his.

Next to come are the little half-sounds of pleasure, of open desire that he doesn't hide from him; it's easy to want to be a better person around Dick Grayson, to believe that he can be someone as genuinely good as he is, someone this man can love. He hisses softly when fingertips leave marks, aware of his possessive nature and feeding off of it, aroused by the ferocity of his nature as he meets him halfway, his hand coming down over Dick's as they stroke his cock together, Matt smiling into that huffed laughter.

There's everything erotic about how he's exposed to the entire damn world like this, entirely naked with his cock hidden from view only by grace of Dick's hand, and he rocks into it, as if he could fuck into his fingers somehow, tightening around the other two that's buried inside him. And oh, shit, how he's longed for this one, how he'd hungered for it. In here they're equals; in here he knows what Dick likes, what makes him wild, and he uses it for their ends, so often mutually compatible, and he fans the flames further. It's what keeps them on their toes, what keeps this relationship fresh and new, when they discover different facets of each other all the time. He understands control and power, wields it to curl around Dick as he tempts and teases and offers the sweetest sins, all the while taking the man apart and putting him back together with care.

Dick is magnificent, blazing like a light in the dark that Matt can't help but he drawn to, and he laughs breathlessly at those distinctly filthy words, thrilling quietly at how they come so easy to him, so smoothly -- ] Tight enough to make you feel so damn good inside me. [ And he knows he'd never hurt him, not like this, but sometimes Matt likes just a little pain, and he gasps, reaching down to grasp Dick's cock in his palm and stroke the underside of it, openly encouraging him. He loves the memory of it, leaning over the bathroom sink with two fingers buried inside himself, panting hard as he opens himself up, desperately missing him. ]

Wanted to call you in so you could fuck me right there. Thought you'd love pinning me to the sink, watching yourself thrust up inside. [ An almost-purr, and a soft answering nip, and another, and while he's leaking pre-come onto Dick's fingers, he's greedily sinking back onto his fingers. ]

I'm your filthy slut, don't you know that? I'm aching for this. [ A gentle, gentle squeeze to his cock, a thumb sliding up and down the underside of his shaft. ] Give it to me.

[pleasant]

( something more than primal latches onto his heartstrings with matt stroking his cock, something passionate more than not, an instinctual behavior to arch in closer to this warm body and fuck his hand for a few thrusts, shuddered and stunted against him, winded with emotion. dick grayson is not a man who works in halves, divisible only in parts to reach all those a giant heart adores -- but for these moments, for whenever his hand can interlace with matt's and his lips can prim the corner of a chiseled jaw, the man who belongs to the city belongs entirely to daredevil for a change, melted honey in his calloused, well-worked hands. his grip is just a little too tight, in a way that dick takes pleasure out of, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he arches forward, stroking his cock in tandem -- tight like it's teasing at how good it'll feel when dick falls apart inside of him, warmer, smoother, sweeter.

he can't deny matt anything, wouldn't think to. a silky smooth voice that grows ragged with each fuck of his fingers excites dick to no end, almost hungry to watch him collapse entirely in his hands -- but no, he can't restrain himself even so far, even the child of restraint himself. give it to me matt says, and dick smacks his lips against the corner of his mouth, slowly pulling his fingers out from inside, giving his ass a joking smack with no real mirth behind it. )

Eager.

( as if dick isn't actually shaking to be inside him, every time just as good as the first. an uncovered cockhead brushes his hole softly, circling to smear the milky whites of precome against his entrance, lubricating the glide -- every little caution a good one, not wanting him to burn. just to feel it, dick propping matt's ass further outwards and holding the crown of his cock in place, pushing his hips forward to break that barrier dividing them and fuck forward, slowly sinking himself down to the root inside. his forehead presses against his shoulder, breaths coming out soft and heavy at once, a hand still holding his cock while the other glides up matt's chest to hold a place in front of his heart, rising and falling with his breaths. )

Fuck, Matt. Feels good. ( he laughs a little with this -- because good can't begin to cover it, this feeling of love and acceptance and, of course, sex, mindblowing and perfect sex, tangible electricity between them. ) Uh-uh, I want face to face, I wanna watch while I rock your world, huh? Fuck you for all of Gotham to see. We'll be the headlines, nnn, tomorrow.

[ergon]

[ Dick is a force of nature, powerfully passionate, so very overwhelming when he closes around what he wants -- Dick Grayson is never a man who works in halves, and he gives himself wholly over to him, to the moment, and Matt burns with him, their bodies a perfect fit.

He feels his own restraint slip away with every filthy word uttered from that sinfully sweet mouth, and he's positive Dick can feel his heart pounding in his chest, the way his lover's hand rests over it like it belongs to him. And oh, in this moment, it does. He's the tempering force behind Dick's sound and fury, egging him on and calming him at the same time, when he gives him what he wants and groans quietly, his forehead resting on the glass, cool against his fevered skin.

The other man has never felt so large, so thick and hard inside of him, and Matt meets him halfway when he sinks down on his cock and takes him to the root shamelessly, as if he had been carved for him, as if his entire body isn't aching to feel Dick move against him, inside him, reminding them both that they've never been more alive than this, when they're taking pleasure from each other and nothing else matters.

Matt closes around him and leans back, pulsing tight like a vice as he moves to fuck himself on him, guiding his hand from his chest to his lips, pressing a kiss against those knuckles. One kiss, two, three -- it is affection mingled with lust, his warmth for a man that is everything all at once. He laughs with him because that's how infectiously lovable the man is, breath hitching before he shakes his head, a twinge of bittersweetness at the reminder that he could never really see the look on Dick's face when he comes. All he has is a patchwork of approximations pulled from his physiological responses, the way his heart races, the way he whispers his name.

Sometimes it's almost enough, and sometimes it reminds Matt of what he's lost. His hand comes to curve over Dick's balls, palming them in his hand and stroking, even if they're practically pressed right up against his ass. ]

You'd like that, wouldn't you? [ Dick Grayson, caught in a lurid act with a lover, busting up the headlines. He likes the idea of it, the alluring risk, and he teases him when he slowly pulls away, more than happy to give him what he wants, even if it means easing that magnificent cock out of him for awhile.

He turns around, lips tracing over Dick's jaw, hands smoothing down his ass to squeeze, and he kisses him again, and again before he practically jumps him, legs wrapped around that ridiculously slender waist, the head of his cock rubbing lightly against his balls. ] You love the attention. How no one can match up to you. [ He nips at his chin, eyes closed because a part of him is still self-conscious. Matt's breathing a little harder, warmly aware that there's nothing he doesn't love about this, nothing he wouldn't fight tooth and nail to protect. ] Now get back inside me.

[pleasant]

( muscles decorated all over his body from strength training even as a prepubescent boy gather the weight of matt with ease, lithe and acrobatic in their formation -- not bulky, not too showy, but still very much there the way a ballerina presents their perfect form, strong but beautiful. hands more or less used to balling up in fists slide against matt's smooth sides, crawling across every minor hitch of scar tissue or still healing wound, finding each of them beautiful for the story they tell. another man fighting to protect a city that has some worth in the eye of the beholder, another antihero doing a thankless job for the sake of doing it. justice, freedom, liberty. they're the traits dick was raised up on after his swift adoption into the wayne family at the age of nine.

a muscled back pressed sharply against the glass window, dick takes his time, smashing an already red mouth against his own in a kiss that's more like a fight, teeth and tongue and dominating while also eager to please, easy to manipulate, to turn this way and that to kiss matt however deeply he can. sex still lingers between them, cock pressed against a hole made to fit him, but in the small cracks and voids of space sex provides, affection lingers, love remains, embracing the two of them in pinkish light. dick has hearts in his eyes by the time he pulls away, chest heaving and their foreheads tapped together, breathing the same air.

with little extra thought, he picks up one of matt's hands to press his fingers against dick's mouth, lips plushy and soft on his sensitive finger pads. he can't see his mouth, but he can feel it at least -- dick grayson who is always sincere, putting every bit of emphasis on his words to the kiss of his calloused palm, genuine and full of emotion as always. )

Bossy, bossy. ( a smile turns up, dick circling his hips this way to tease his entrance, breath stolen in the motion. he bites at fingertips, softly joking. ) You love the attention. You love being the only one I want.

( which is the truth, and most of the reason why a little pressure forward has him right back inside of matt, cock slipping against his tight walls like he belongs inside of him, sinking in swift and deep. a gasp shudders against matt's hand, inky eyelashes shutting quickly as he snaps his hips forward again, licking heavily against the webbing of his fingers. )