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8 days earlier
Wally wasn’t sure how they got here. After a month of helping his best friend chase down pointless leads and several night spent freezing his ass off on Blüdhaven’s rooftops they finally gathered enough information on an up-and-coming cartel to create an actual file. With an overprotective Batman at the helm of the League’s logistics they needed a solid case before they would be allowed any sort of in depth sting to try and get the modified joker gas off the street’s of Dick’s city.
It was debatable if it was actually joker’s doing, as the substance was crossed with scarecrow venom, as well as just about every schedule one drug they could think of. Oracle was still trying to break down the compound fully, but every sample seemed to yield a different result.
With a few major actors and a semi regular delivery schedule uncovered, they’d finally been given the go-ahead for a sting abroad - a one week stay in Krakow to try and track down the name of the lab used to process the drug before it was reimported into Blüdhaven.
They landed in Poland a few days after the monthly League meeting, on a cold November night. But that’s not what confused Wally, no.
He wasn’t sure how they got to the point of stripping each other’s clothes off and falling ass first into a borderline BDSM dynamic, going at it in a tiny motel on the outskirts of the city.
-
Nightwing was propped up above him, breathing heavily, his every breath gasping for air to calm his wrung out body. Wally moved to adjust his aching hips and - oh.
Wally could feel him, still hard and throbbing inside of him where they laid connected.
"Dick, did you-"
"No!" Came the hurried answer, Dick sounding panicked, almost pleading, and oh.
He'd waited. He was being so-
"So good for me, Dick-"
He'd waited, because Wally told him to wait, and he was being so good for him, and-
‘’Such a good boy, Dick.’’
A pained exhale reached Wally’s neck where the other’s face was buried, but something told him Dick didn’t mind the praise at all, if the way he tried to press himself deeper -it was impossible, they were pressed flush skin to skin- was anything to go by. All his poor birdie could do was mindlessly rub his cheek against the shoulder supporting his head.
Wally huffed a laugh back, petting the raven locks, and sliding his legs back up Dick’s thighs. He reached over his hips, tying his ankles together to hold his lover closer.
‘’It’s okay, Dick. You can -fuck-, do anything, Dickie.’’
Dick braced one hand above them both, gripping the edge of the headboard to lift himself up, head still hung low and breathing heavily.
Wally bared his neck, hoping to tempt another mark or two out of the man above him.
‘’Anything you want, it’s okay, keep going.’’
With a soft, shaky gasp Dick’s hips finally rolled back deeper into Wally.
He was still sensitive from his own orgasm, it was almost too much, almost not enough, his cock already stirring at the thought of how pent up Dick must’ve been after waiting this whole time.
He’d waited-
‘’Ah!-’’
He’d waited, because Wally had told him to wait until he was allowed to cum.
“Yeah, just like that, baby - go on, keep going, so good for me-’’
He deserved the world.
‘’Gonna come for me, baby?”
Dick’s breathing grew heavier and he buried his face back into the crook of Wally’s neck, the fingers of his free hand digging into Wally’s thigh, and his hips snapped forward, quickly losing rhythm.
Wally gently caressed the back of Dick’s head, scratching at the shortest locks at the bottom of his scalp and murmuring low, encouraging words. He kept the petting slow and gentle, despite the heavy thrusts against his hips. The cacophany of flesh hitting flesh, Dick’s heavy pants, and the mattress creaking beneath them echoed between the walls of the bedroom.
Even when given free reign of his own orgasm and Wally’s body, Dick still seemed so obedient. It pleased Wally almost as much as the several orgasms that’d been wrung out of him earlier.
Wally ran his nails from his neck down Dick’s back, leaving what would surely be angry red marks in the morning.
Dick let out a cry, gaspy and wanting, and his hips stuttered as he came.
‘’There we go, baby, there we go.”
Wally gladly accepted the heavy weight of Dick’s body slumping into him, embracing him into a cradle between his legs and arms, slowly petting everywhere his hands could reach.
He wondered why they’d never done this, how anyone could see the way Dick reacted to every touch and wanted him to be anything but obedient and guided towards pleasure, how he was-
“You’re perfect for me, Dick.”
Wally’s phone laid forgotten on the living room carpet.
The league could wait until tomorrow.