[Okay, so this - all of this, but especially what Dick is doing with his mouth between Tim's legs, feels really, intensely good, so much so that the word intense has taken on a new meaning composed entirely of this wash of sensation and pleasure running through him. As embarrassed as he is to hear himself moan and gasp in response, he can't help the noises Dick is chasing out of him.
And then Dick's hands are moving, working warm and deft against the soft, sensitive peaks of his breasts, and he's sure he's getting even louder but it's just not fair how good the older ex-Robin is making him feel. Even after Dick's hands leave his breasts, they're still warm against his skin, holding him in place, and then Dick's tongue is moving and it's pressing almost inside him and oh, god, he's actually going to explode, or melt, or something, and he runs his hand down his face so he can bite at his fingers for a second.]
Dick...
[He doesn't know what to say, what to do other than squirm on the bed under Dick's attentions, but he vaguely remembers how good it felt when Dick was caressing his breasts - vaguely only in terms of how hard it is to concentrate on that, but it gives him an idea. Should he...? It doesn't matter if he should or not, the thought is enough to have his hand leaving Dick's shoulder and coming up to grasp one of his own breasts with an experimental squeeze. He makes himself gasp, and - okay, good idea, but he has to get used to what feels good, here. He starts working his nipple more softly and moans Dick's name again, low and edged with need.]
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And then Dick's hands are moving, working warm and deft against the soft, sensitive peaks of his breasts, and he's sure he's getting even louder but it's just not fair how good the older ex-Robin is making him feel. Even after Dick's hands leave his breasts, they're still warm against his skin, holding him in place, and then Dick's tongue is moving and it's pressing almost inside him and oh, god, he's actually going to explode, or melt, or something, and he runs his hand down his face so he can bite at his fingers for a second.]
Dick...
[He doesn't know what to say, what to do other than squirm on the bed under Dick's attentions, but he vaguely remembers how good it felt when Dick was caressing his breasts - vaguely only in terms of how hard it is to concentrate on that, but it gives him an idea. Should he...? It doesn't matter if he should or not, the thought is enough to have his hand leaving Dick's shoulder and coming up to grasp one of his own breasts with an experimental squeeze. He makes himself gasp, and - okay, good idea, but he has to get used to what feels good, here. He starts working his nipple more softly and moans Dick's name again, low and edged with need.]