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deannawolTitle: Snapshot Views in the Lives of Lovers
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Characters: Dick/Tim; Nightwing/Robin
Word Count: 5 x 100 words
Rating: 15+
Author's Notes: The five prompts used were the first five prompts from the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
50kinkyways comm. Each drabble is hidden under it's own lj-cut tag containing the prompt.
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Prompt #1 - Ritual
Patrolling side by side.
Ducking. Weaving. Fighting.
Throwing witty banter back and forth like offensive weapons.
Swinging. Leaping.
Flying on metal wires.
Stripping. Washing.
Talking out the night's happenings before riding the adrenalin high to
mutually shared relief.
Curling. Sleeping.
Snoring softly before denying it in the morning.
Cuddling before seperating and going about their normal daily routines.
Rejoining again as the clock strikes midnight.
Gotham City. Bludhaven. New York.
Brothers. Partners.
Lovers tempered by the same fire.
Shared histories. Shared missions.
Shared lives wherever possible.
Safety. Ritual. Comfort.
In and out of Kevlar.
Prompt #2 - Crossdressing
The plan was supposed to be a pointed comment on the fact that Tim was tired of tiptoeing around Dick's socks and discarded underwear, not to mention the dishes from last night's dinner. It was supposed to be a petty irony designed to make Dick think and reconsider his behaviour.
Well, it had made Dick think alright. But not about laundry or washing dishes. It had made Dick think about bending Tim over the kitchen table, flipping the French Maids outfit up, ripping Tim's tiny lace panties off and fucking his lover hard until they both screamed in shared orgasm.
Prompt #3 - Spanking
The deep sound that echoed through the room.
The warmth spreading from the reddening cheek.
The involuntary tightening of his lover's muscles.
The mewing of his partner as he reacted to the impact.
Exciting as these things were in their own right, this wasn't why he did it.
No.
He did it because his lover asked for it. Begged for it.
A way to ease his guilt, to repent the bad decisions he'd ever made, to escape the self-destructive cycle he'd been trapped on.
This was the reason Tim kept doing it until his hand throbbed and Dick's ass glowed.
Prompt #4 - Biting
Dick looked in the mirror, or rather at the multitude of red marks that covered his torso and thighs. He knew there would be matching marks on his ass. He traced the outline of the marks, smiling as he remembered how they got there.
Tim had been frustrated last night - he always was after a quiet patrol - and had taken it out on Dick. Biting whereever he could. Pining him down. Taking the older man hard and fast.
Dick loved when Tim was like that. It was worth the second patrol last night, cleaning up the streets before Tim patrolled.
Prompt #5 - Oil
They'd gotten carried away during the afternoon, ignoring the advance trig homework to trade in sexual favours. Kissing had become touching, touching had become massaging until they were both sliding across each other, groaning out their pleasure.
A long shower had followed as they had tried to remove most of the residue. Soap suds and wandering hands. Unscented bodywash to remove the vanilla essence followed of course by fluffy towels. The perfect precursor to their night time activities.
However, they should have known better than to get carried away in the afternoon. Soap was no match for the Batman's nose.
Author:
deannawolCharacters: Dick/Tim; Nightwing/Robin
Word Count: 5 x 100 words
Rating: 15+
Author's Notes: The five prompts used were the first five prompts from the
50kinkyways comm. Each drabble is hidden under it's own lj-cut tag containing the prompt.~#~#~
Prompt #1 - Ritual
Patrolling side by side.
Ducking. Weaving. Fighting.
Throwing witty banter back and forth like offensive weapons.
Swinging. Leaping.
Flying on metal wires.
Stripping. Washing.
Talking out the night's happenings before riding the adrenalin high to
mutually shared relief.
Curling. Sleeping.
Snoring softly before denying it in the morning.
Cuddling before seperating and going about their normal daily routines.
Rejoining again as the clock strikes midnight.
Gotham City. Bludhaven. New York.
Brothers. Partners.
Lovers tempered by the same fire.
Shared histories. Shared missions.
Shared lives wherever possible.
Safety. Ritual. Comfort.
In and out of Kevlar.
Prompt #2 - Crossdressing
The plan was supposed to be a pointed comment on the fact that Tim was tired of tiptoeing around Dick's socks and discarded underwear, not to mention the dishes from last night's dinner. It was supposed to be a petty irony designed to make Dick think and reconsider his behaviour.
Well, it had made Dick think alright. But not about laundry or washing dishes. It had made Dick think about bending Tim over the kitchen table, flipping the French Maids outfit up, ripping Tim's tiny lace panties off and fucking his lover hard until they both screamed in shared orgasm.
Prompt #3 - Spanking
The deep sound that echoed through the room.
The warmth spreading from the reddening cheek.
The involuntary tightening of his lover's muscles.
The mewing of his partner as he reacted to the impact.
Exciting as these things were in their own right, this wasn't why he did it.
No.
He did it because his lover asked for it. Begged for it.
A way to ease his guilt, to repent the bad decisions he'd ever made, to escape the self-destructive cycle he'd been trapped on.
This was the reason Tim kept doing it until his hand throbbed and Dick's ass glowed.
Prompt #4 - Biting
Dick looked in the mirror, or rather at the multitude of red marks that covered his torso and thighs. He knew there would be matching marks on his ass. He traced the outline of the marks, smiling as he remembered how they got there.
Tim had been frustrated last night - he always was after a quiet patrol - and had taken it out on Dick. Biting whereever he could. Pining him down. Taking the older man hard and fast.
Dick loved when Tim was like that. It was worth the second patrol last night, cleaning up the streets before Tim patrolled.
Prompt #5 - Oil
They'd gotten carried away during the afternoon, ignoring the advance trig homework to trade in sexual favours. Kissing had become touching, touching had become massaging until they were both sliding across each other, groaning out their pleasure.
A long shower had followed as they had tried to remove most of the residue. Soap suds and wandering hands. Unscented bodywash to remove the vanilla essence followed of course by fluffy towels. The perfect precursor to their night time activities.
However, they should have known better than to get carried away in the afternoon. Soap was no match for the Batman's nose.
