Play

by Weirdness Magnet
June 23, 2004

Disclaimers: They're DC's not mine.  I'm rather upset about that.

Spoilers: None.

Summary: Dick and Tim have a quiet night after patrol.  With handcuffs.  And sex toys.

Ratings Note/Warnings: NC-17, PWP.

Author's Note: There is no Dana; there is only Zuul.  Er, I meant, there is no plot; there is only smut. 

Acknowledgments: For the gorgeous and talented Te for inspiration.  Also for Vegawriters, as I think she could use some porn today.

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Dick is always surprised at how *still* Tim can be.

As a rule, Tim doesn't like to be touched, but he doesn't often resist when Dick is in a petting mood. The cynical part of Dick's brain reasons that it's a way for Tim to give off the illusion of affection without having to actually talk or make facial expressions.  Or put any real effort into it, for that matter. 

Then again, the less-cynical part of Dick's brain reminds him, Tim doesn't *like* to be touched. 

Tonight, Tim lies serenely on the pillows, eyes half-closed, while Dick traces the line of his collarbone with a finger.  He's careful over the newest set of stitches. Alfred's handiwork is always even and neat, but it will still scar. Dick sometimes wonders if Alfred does that on purpose.

He caresses Tim's sides down to the lean thighs and draws them up around Dick's waist. He likes the feel of Tim surrounding him.  In more ways than one.

Tim's mouth quirks. "What are you smirking about?"

"How incredibly easy you are."

Tim's eyes narrow. "Don't *make* me recite the list of your ex-girlfriends."

"They weren't all girlfriends."  He pauses. "Wait, that doesn't actually help my position, does it?"

That makes *Tim* smirk, which means Dick has to reach down and run his fingers lightly over Tim's sac. The tickle makes Tim bite his lip.

Works every time.

He keeps it up until Tim wriggles beneath him, not so much to get away as to get *more*. But tonight, Dick isn't in a hurry. Patrol is done and he's arranged to have Tim all to himself, and he's feeling just a little bit mean.

The too-light touch on his balls makes Tim finally grasp Dick's shoulders, urging, but Dick is content to keep up the slow caress until Tim moans through his bitten lip.

"Want me to do it harder?"

"You're in one of *those* moods, huh?"

"I just feel like taking my time." He drags his blunt nails slowly up the inside of Tim's pale thighs. "You *could* take more initiative, if you're so inclined."

Tim is smirking a lot tonight. "I wouldn't want to spoil your fun."

"Remember you said that when I get out the handcuffs."

Tim smiles dangerously, arching in a deliberate writhe and sliding his cock against Dick's stomach. "Is that how you want me? Cuffed to your bed, spread out so you can do *whatever* you want?" Tim's eyes glitter and Dick swallows *hard*.

Tim watches his reaction and sits up a little. "You'd like that."

Dick licks his dry lips and kisses Tim, bucking against Tim's thigh. Tim threads fingers in Dick's hair. "You can if you want. I trust you."

Dick grinds against him. "*Tim*."

"Do it." And Tim gracefully raises his arms over his head.

Dick fumbles a little until the cuffs click around Tim's wrists. Tim is stretched the length of the bed, pale skin and muscle and long, lean legs bent and spread.  Tim's eyes are nearly playful and the silent encouragement makes Dick's cock *jerk* and leak.  He has no idea what he's going to do to Tim, except he wants to do it all right *now*.

He kisses Tim, exploring with lips and tongue and Tim bites Dick's lip until he groans. Dick slides between Tim's spread legs, pushing them further apart and thumbing the soft skin behind his knees. Tim gasps and tries to wrench away.

"What?"

"Tickles."

"Since when are you ticklish?"

"I have my secrets."

Dick sits up and deliberately thumbs the skin again, watching Tim gasp out a laugh and try to pull away. Dick smiles at the way it makes Tim's hips buck and he watches Tim writhe in his grasp a while longer before letting his legs go.

"Didn't know you were into *that*," Tim chuffs out a breath.

"You should see my last order from The Toybox catalog."

Tim's eyes widen. "You're not kidding."

Dick smirks. "Let's find out, shall we?"

Dick spreads Tim's cheeks with his thumbs, letting Tim's legs drape across his back. He slides his tongue up and down the cleft, listening to Tim bite off a moan. The hole flexes when he twirls his tongue around it, getting it wet and making Tim *push* toward his face. Dick hears the cuffs rattle on the headboard and he knows Tim has slid as far down the bed as he can, so Dick pulls back just enough so only the tip of his tongue touches the hole.

He flicks and teases at it, tiny dips inside before Tim can register, and his gasps turn to moans. The cuffs clink hard against the iron headboard and Tim's heels drum against Dick's back.

Dick gives the cleft a slow, flat stroke with his tongue that drags out a groan and Tim spreads his legs wider. "*Dick*, you have to..."

Dick runs his finger lightly around the pink pucker. Tim plants his feet flat and *arches* into the touch.  "Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Nnn, god..."

He presses his fingertip at the hole, not real penetration, but enough to make the muscle *yield* to him. Tim makes a choked sound.

"I didn't quite catch that."

"*Yes*, Jesus, fuck me..."

Dick makes a considering sound. "Nah. I've got something else in mind."

Tim *whines* high in his throat and Dick gives the hole a slow, thorough kiss. He spreads Tim as wide as he can, trying to get deeper, and works his tongue until Tim's ass is sopping wet and Tim is bucking against Dick's mouth.

Dick pulls back, reaches across Tim's body and rummages in the nightstand. Tim pants hard, flush spreading down his chest and he *twists* his hands in the cuffs.  Dick knows that Tim could get out of them; the show is for his benefit.  Dick makes a mental note to thank Tim later.

"I've got something for you." Dick settles between his legs again and spreads Tim's knees apart.

"And it's not even my birthday."

Dick warms the slick with his fingers before working it in. Tim's hips rock back to meet Dick's thrusts and he has to resist the urge to push all the way in and let Tim fuck himself on his fingers. He pulls his hand away to slick Tim's present.

He watches Tim's face as he pushes the plug in. Tim is fine until the wider part near the base stretches him, and Tim grunts and bites his lip until Dick gets it fully seated inside. Tim moans at the fullness, and Dick brushes the sweaty hair out of the boy's eyes.

"Like that?"

Tim gives Dick a pleased look. Tim shifts a little and squeaks when the toy massages him inside.  Dick smirks at Tim's expression.

" 's nice," Tim purrs.

Dick holds up the bulb and narrow hose attached to the base of the plug. "That's not the good part." Dick pumps the bulb and Tim's eyes *widen*.

Dick grins. "It's inflatable."

Tim *groans* and arches. "*Jesus*, Dick..."

Dick feathers his fingers across Tim's leaking and long-ignored cock. The shaft glistens with pre-come, and Dick wipes it and sucks it off his fingers.

Tim bites his lip but moans anyway.  He's *moving* and flexing in the cuffs, and Dick knows with every twist Tim feels the fullness in his ass. The plug should brush his prostate too, but with the pressure Tim shouldn't be able to come quite yet.  Dick has a little time to prepare.

He moves the plug's cords out of the way and slides Tim's legs together, drawing out a delicious groan from him. Dick straddles Tim's legs and pours lube onto his fingers.  "I want you inside me."

Tim tosses his head back and moans. "Dick, I need to come..."

"You will. Just let me..." He reaches down and pulls his own cock and balls out of the way.  He slides his slicked hand down and *pushes* two fingers inside.

Harder than he meant to, but his cock is screaming for attention and he knows, he *knows* he's not going to last long, but if he's done this right, neither will Tim. He works the fingers steadily, scissoring and stretching, and he feels Tim bucking up beneath him and brushing their cocks together.

"*Dick*." Long moan of his name and Dick opens his eyes to see Tim's mouth open and working. His hips move steadily beneath Dick, and it's like Tim is trying to fuck the *air*.

Dick draws out his fingers and guides Tim in, grunting when he slides down faster than he should. He's not as prepared as he needs to be, and this is going to hurt but Dick doesn't *care*.

Tim's head is thrown back, screaming soundless when Dick moves the first time. Tim's cock hits him deep and *there* and Dick whimpers and tosses his head. He closes a hand around his cock and strokes. The friction burns and it's *good*, and Tim arches and bucks and maks Dick's name sound like a prayer.

Dick feels the build in his balls. "Hey Tim. This--nnn--this isn't the best part."

Tim makes a strangled sound and looks up at Dick through sweat-slick hair.

Dick holds up the plug's other cord. "It's also a vibrator." And clicks it on with his thumb.

Tim *screams* and arches off the bed. Dick strips his own cock ruthlessly and works his hips, and Tim is half-yelling, half-sobbing beneath him. He rides Tim's thrusts, and some part of his brain wants to *thank* Tim for letting him do this, letting him just take what he needs, but he can't get his voice to work apart from guttural moans that he didn't think were coming from him.  He watches Tim's face as long as he can before the orgasm whites out his vision.  He feels Tim coming through his own spasms, a violent shudder beneath him and a drawn-out groan that sounds like his name.   

Dick reaches blindly and switches off the vibrator. It's a slow, clumsy movement to slide off Tim and Dick tries to be careful, but can't get his fine motor skills to cooperate. Tim whimpers at the slightest touch, so Dick even more carefully removes the plug. The cuffs release with a click and he helps Tim lower his arms, rubbing them to get the blood flowing again.

Tim is coated in sweat and come.  A shower would be good, Dick thinks, but not until they can do important things, like blink. He pulls Tim close and cradles him a little, smoothing the sweaty hair from his eyes and works to get his own breathing to something like normal.

Tim shifts in his arms. "You okay?"

"Me?" Dick blinks.  Tim is still breathing like he fought Bane single-handed and he's *letting* Dick cuddle him, which is worrisome all by itself, but no, Tim worries about *him*.  "I'm... yeah. You?"

"Yeah. Just remind me to never, ever tempt you with handcuffs again."

"You seemed to enjoy it."

Tim drags Dick's chin down, making him look. "Your turn, next time."  

Dick searches his eyes for a sign that this isn't okay, that maybe he went too far, but all he sees is that glittering Tim-look that always seems to...

Well, lead him into situations like this.

Tim pulls him down, kissing him languidly.

Dick can go with it.