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Nights weren’t meant to end like this, not at all. But it was one of those things that when you started, you couldn’t stop. It was sheer ecstasy as his hips thrusted into you from behind, the move shifting against the spot that has you moaning his name in a matter of seconds. A move only someone like Dick Grayson, a man that studied your body from the first night, knew how to do within an instance.
It really was meant to be a one time thing. One that started from a certain toxic by a certain plant loving rogue. The sexual tension between the two of you was already off the charts - years before that instance with Poison Ivy on that dreaded street within Park Row.
Rules and expectations always held you two back from the nights you had stumbled into. His hand slithering from your hips down to your core, a finger toying with your core with the perfect amount of pressure. Batman didn’t want this, his star pupils sleeping behind his back. You were off limits to his beautiful birds, the demand for you to remain benched from their flirtations was more than clear.
You were too invaluable to lose. Your expertise came with undercover missions, a useful thing for a group of boys with subtly lacking their stealth and striking punches. Nobody knew who you were, a perfect invisibility for the team of birds. It wasn’t like you stuck to one style and a simple makeup look and wig went a long way for disguises. You were invaluable to the team.
It wasn’t like Bruce’s rules stopped Dick from flirting with you. And it wasn’t like it stopped you from returning them, either. But that’s what happened when you brought two teenagers together - and it wasn’t like you two had been irresponsible about the banter. For the better half of a decade, neither of you fell into the traps of hormones and tension.
At both your cores, you were two friends. That was always your main concern when Ivy spilled her toxins around you. For Dick, too; he was always the gentleman and apologised with every step that first night.
Because it never was just once, was it?
The second time came when the adrenaline from fighting another Gotham rogue refused to diminish. It was growing late - or early, depending on your perspective - and sleep was growing a desperate need to survive the next day. It was a logical decision. That was the lie you both told yourselves.
In a simple move, Dick effortlessly twisted you around, his drowning blue eyes pulling your attention. You always adored seeing Dick like this. Sweat forming over his body, his raven hair sticking to his forehead and face twisted in pleasure from your connecting bodies. He was gorgeous - it was some of the few moments where you could see the imperfections he held. Because, for a reason you would never understand, society deemed sweat and wrinkles faults to a human.
His head dipped between your own sweating body, his head resting against yours in the familiar heat you refused to give up now you had it. Soft kisses trailed around your jaw and face; his lips missing the place you wished to have them most as your eyes closed.
It was a rule you had. No kissing. It had been determined from the very first night. For some reason, in your fantasy world where only your bodies coming together mattered, your lips interlocking was far too intimate. A thing you could not come back from.
The excuse fell from your lips with the ping of your heart, you regret it. But you can’t help the gratitude you felt for it at the same time.
Tears formed beneath your eyelids as you focus on the pleasure building within your body; a burst of height nearing with every thrust against your g-spot. His finger returning to your clit brought a squeeze around his dick, the sound emitting from the raven haired vigilante landed straight to your core.
You couldn’t stop these nights, you were too weak. Too… willing. It was the only way you could have Dick Grayson and the affection that followed. Aftercare was something he never skipped on. Another gentleman aspect of the blue and black spandex wearer. He always took his time making sure neither of you felt used afterwards. You loved it and hated it all the same.
A loud moan ripped from your throat as his hips followed the steps to speed your dance along. You couldn’t blame him, the prolonging of your orgasms would soon become uncomfortable. It was another thing you had both learned. The way your bodies would melt together was engraved into your brains. There was already no going back.
There were no thoughts as your tears spilled from your eyes, the noir haired boy wiping them away with thoughts it was brought with the intensifying pleasure ripping through your body. Your limbs shaking in ecstasy helped mask the truth, a thing you felt grateful for in the moment.
You hadn’t thought about this at first - too wrapped up in the idea and sights of Dick worshipping your body. You didn’t want your stupid feelings getting in the way of the good thing you had going. Because it was that - good. The sex was a natural stress reliever and neither of you could deny that it brought you both closer as friends… or was that just you and your feelings talking?
Your body tensed as your orgasm fell from its peak, the pleasure causing a temporary paralysis of your body while Dick chased his high. Your heart had begun to feel heavy during these moments, for the past few nights. A wish that nights weren’t just nights and it wasn’t just sex or a friends with benefits situation came to mind as Dick pulled out.
He disappeared for a minute or two, throwing the condom away and getting a cloth to clean you both up. It was those one hundred and twenty seconds you allowed yourself to cry that your stupid feelings were getting in the way and a good thing would have to end soon.
A smile plastered on your face as Dick handed you a fresh bottled water from the fridge, the cold drink more than welcome to return you to reality. No, nights weren’t meant to end like this, not at all.