Title: Vuestro gesto Fandom: DCU (Golden Age) Series: Hábito del alma Summary: Maybe that was counterproductive, but can we do it again? Warning: Content some readers may find disturbing. Notes: Posted for Caia. Bruce stops writing and reaches over to touch his shoulder. "Are you all right?" Dick blinks at him. "Sure. Why?" Bruce reaches for him and Dick hugs him. "You seem nervous." Dick kisses him and takes a really deep breath so he can do it again and get it right this time. Bruce hugs him and pulls him onto his lap. "I'm not nervous. I'm just --" He shrugs. "We should get the report done." Bruce shakes his head. "You're not focusing well." "I was okay until I kissed you," Dick says, because he's not okay now and he's not going to try to pretend. "So -- um -- maybe that was counterproductive, but can we do it again?" Bruce chuckles and kisses him instead of being mad at him for not being able to think, so that's all right. "Of course." Dick hesitates. "Can I -- no, may I touch you? Are we okay yet?" "Dick --" Bruce tangles his fingers in Dick's hair and kisses him hard. Dick clings to his shoulders and tries to catch his breath and not come in his pants -- it hasn't been very long, only a few days, but this is making him crazy already. "All right," Bruce says, so softly that if Dick was any farther away, he wouldn't hear it. "I'm quite painfully fond of you." Dick blinks at him. He knows Bruce doesn't say things he doesn't mean, but --"Painfully?" "You are an intensely distracting young man." Bruce kisses his cheek. "Not always," he says defensively. "Recently," Bruce says, grimacing, "you have been in top form in that department." "Just because you wouldn't let me --" Dick realizes that now he's got permission and touches Bruce's dick through his pants. "Oh, man," he says. "Painfully." Bruce lets out a breath through his teeth. "Somewhat." "I'm sorry," Dick says, and tries to figure out how to unbutton somebody else's pants when they're really not fitting right. It's upside down and backward and it takes too long, but any time would be too long. "You haven't done anything wrong," Bruce tells him. "I'm --" he groans when Dick touches him again. "I'm fine." "Like heck you are," Dick says, backing off for a second. It's as long as he can manage. "Get up -- take them off, god, I know boxers are comfortable but that's gotta --" Bruce shakes his head, but he does take his pants and boxers off. "You're overreacting." Of course Dick has seen him naked a thousand times, in showers and helping Alfred when he got injured and that kind of thing, but this is way more important and different in ways he can't name. "You remember that time you told me I was lovely?" Dick asks. "Vividly." "Well -- I get it." Dick gets on his lap again and strokes him, leaning against his chest to hear the soft noises he makes. "I really get it now." Bruce kisses him again and Dick loses track of the rhythm he was trying to work with for a second. "Good to know," Bruce says. Dick tightens his hand and Bruce groans and thrusts into his fist. "I -- um --" Dick kisses him again. "I don't know what you like." "You're fine --" Bruce shivers hard and pulls him into another kiss. "Just like that." He tries not to change anything, not the speed or the rhythm or even the way he's sitting, but he can't manage it. He has to go faster after a while -- and that makes Bruce's breath hitch. "Okay?" Dick asks. "Oh yes." Bruce kisses him again and squeezes his shoulder hard enough to make Dick gasp in surprise, and then his hand is familiarly wet and sticky and Bruce is making a totally unfamiliar sound, gasping and choked against his mouth. "Oh, man," Dick says, laughing. Bruce hugs him tightly, not noticing or not caring that that means both their shirts are pretty gross. "Dick," he says, petting his hair, "you're wonderful." It makes him blush and hide his face in Bruce's shoulder. "It really wasn't anything special." "You are." Por vos he de morir
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