.OPEN POST. (let's play)

[ergon]

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

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[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. )