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Dick Grayson is the kind of hero Tim had always wished he could be.
When Tim had been Cardinal, before he had been JJ, before he became the Red Hood, he tried as hard as he could to be a symbol of hope for Gotham. A light to Batman's dark. But Batman never actually wanted him, and really, a single dim point of light can only do so much against a vast darkness. And when Tim had been replaced, even Jason could only do so much against the shadows of Gotham. Sure, he could make Batman laugh, more than Tim or even Damian ever could, but he was only one boy.
Dick Grayson, though, is a burst of bright light. A spotlight illuminating even the darkest of shadows. A reaching laughter that fills the city with a warmth it never had before. He's the light Batman sorely lacked all this time.
Tim knew from the moment he laid eyes on Dick, that day at the circus, that there was something special about the boy. He captivated the audience, drew eyes to him as he flew through the air as if he were born to do it. A bird, flying through the sky. A Robin, capturing hearts as he soared.
Tim knows he should stay away from the boy, stop himself from dimming that brilliant radiance of his. But, like everyone else, he's captivated by him, unable to stop himself from drawing closer and closer until there's no distance between them anymore.
And somehow, Dick is just as drawn to him. Maybe it's the mystery of the older brother he barely knows. Maybe it's the allure of someone who doesn't play by Batman's rules. Maybe it's the need Dick feels to bring their family together in a way it never had been before. Whatever it is, it brings Dick close enough to Tim to test his self control. And Tim finds himself unable to resist giving in.
Tim knows he shouldn't be doing this. Knows there's all kinds of things wrong with what he's doing. But it doesn't stop him from leaning down to gently place his lips on top of Dick's. The teen is laying beneath him, bracketed underneath Tim's larger body. There's no resistance from him, not that Tim expected any. It was Dick himself who practically begged for them to be where they are now.
Dick's lips are soft, not chapped like one would expect from someone who feels the sharp winds of Gotham on their face every night. Tim brings a hand up to cup Dick's cheek, just to feel the still-there baby fat squish beneath his fingers as he strokes up and down the smooth skin.
Tim sucks at Dick's bottom lip, coaxing a gasp out of him. He takes advantage of the opening to work his way into the smaller mouth. Really, all of Dick is small compared to Tim, something that doesn't escape Tim's notice. Tim could crush the younger if he wanted to. He keeps things gentle though; as much as he wants to devour the boy beneath him, he doesn't want to overwhelm him.
Tim releases Dick's lips to suck at his neck instead. This leaves Dick's mouth open for Tim to hear the beautiful noises that fall out of it. Gasps and whines leave kiss-swollen lips, with the occasional addition of Tim's name.
"Ah…a-ah… T-tim…"
It's music to Tim's ears, an instrument he vows to perfect.
He moves lower, moving aside Dick's shirt so he can nibble and suck his collarbone. Dick's hands find their way into Tim's hair, and Tim has to hold back a moan of his own at the tight grip he applies to the strands.
Tim pulls away. He doesn't stop for long, only long enough to help Dick out of his shirt and throw off his own before he's back at the boy's skin, marking up his collar and starting to trail downwards. Tim pauses at Dick's pebbled nipples. He licks one, a slow glide of his tongue that has Dick arching up into the touch. Grinning, Tim does the same to the other. He reaches a hand to play with the first nipple as he continues mouthing at the other. More noises fall out of Dick's mouth, encouraging Tim to keep up what he's doing.
Tim probably spends way too long lathering Dick's tits with love, because soon his gasps turn to whines, and he's trying to push Tim's head lower.
"T-tim." Dick whines. "S-stop teasing."
Tim looks up at the boy to give him a small smile. He strokes a hand up and down Dick's hip as he replies, "I'm sorry, Dickie. I don't mean to tease. You're just so perfect under me, I want to take my time appreciating you."
Tim gives each bud one last kiss before giving in to Dick's demand, though. He grazes Dick's chest with his lips, trailing kisses down his abdomen until he reaches the boy's stomach. Tim pauses again as a smirk overtakes his lips.
And then he's blowing a raspberry into the soft skin beneath him.
Dick shrieks. "Tim!"
Tim wiggles his fingers on Dick's hips, tickling the boy relentlessly. The laughter that is ripped out of his mouth fills Tim with awe. It's the laugh of Robin. It's the laughter that echoes through Gotham's alleys and reminds the people that there is a light out there. It's the laughter of a hero. Of Tim's hero.
As Tim slows his fingers down, Dick's wheezing laughter turns to panted huffs as he tries to catch his breath. His face is red, and there's tears in the corner of his closed eyes. There's still a big smile on his face.
Dick opens his eyes to meet Tim's gaze, and Tim's own breath is punched out of him. Fuck, Tim's never seen anything so breathtakingly beautiful before in his life. Something so gorgeous, so radiant, so precious.
"Fuck," Tim breathes out quietly. His eyes don't leave Dick's as he continues, "I can't believe I get to have you like this. How did I get so lucky as to have Robin all to myself, for me to worship to my heart's content?"
Dick's smile turns lopsided, a boyish grin that sends butterflies through Tim's stomach. Tim can't resist leaning up to kiss that smile, tasting Dick's laughter as the boy giggles at the action.
Keeping their lips connected, Tim reaches a hand down to slide Dick's pants down his legs and off. He does the same with his underwear, leaving the boy completely naked beneath him. Dick wiggles, as if trying to entice him. Tim smiles at the action, feeling the matching one on Dick's lips.
Tim takes hold of Dick's cock, this time not hesitating to devour the boy's mouth when his lips open in a gasp. He pumps the hardening length languidly, feeling Dick squirm beneath him. Tim keeps a slow pace, squeezing and twisting his hand to draw moans out of the boy.
"Tim, please!" Dick begs, bucking his hips to grind into Tim's unhurried hand. Tim just smiles at the action, rubbing his thumb along the slit of Dick's cock just to watch the boy's hips buck once more.
"So impatient, Dickie. I'm gonna take good care of you, I promise. You just need to be patient."
Dick lets out a whine, and Tim decides maybe it is time to give the boy something more. So he gives Dick's lips one more peck before sliding down to his thighs. Tim doesn't stop his hand movements on Dick's cock the whole time, keeping them slow and steady as he starts leaving kisses and bites along Dick's thighs. His lips venture closer and closer to where Tim knows Dick wants him, but he never quite lets his lips touch.
Instead, Tim plays with the sensitive skin, nibbling just beneath the younger's balls. Dick huffs, trying to use his legs to push Tim's head closer, but Tim's able to anticipate the reaction and remains rooted in place.
"That's not very patient, baby bird." Tim teases, nibbling a little harder at Dick's skin just to hear the boy's cry. "But I guess I can indulge you."
Tim trails his lips up Dick's thighs towards his cock once more. Instead of going straight for the shaft, he goes low, taking the boy's balls between his lips instead. Dick gasps, bucking up into the sensation. Tim starts suckling one section of the balls, reaching the hand not currently stroking the shaft to grasp the other. Dick's voice is starting to grow louder, panted moans working their way out of his lips.
Tim takes his mouth away to whisper into the boy's skin. "That's it, baby bird. Are you close?" At Dick's wordless nodding, Tim smirks. "Good."
Tim moves his hand off of Dick's cock so he can replace it with his mouth. At first, he contemplates taking the boy all the way down, letting the boy shoot off straight down his throat. He knows if he does that, the boy would cum in mere seconds. He decides against it in the end. Instead, he works the cock the same way he's worked the rest of Dick's body so far. Slowly and reverently.
He kisses the tip, slipping a bit of it into his mouth so he can suckle the pre-cum leaking out of it. He tongues at the slit, tasting as much of the bitter liquid as he can. Then he pulls off and starts working down the shaft. Kissing and sucking, Tim leaves no part of the cock untouched as he works up and down the length of it.
Dick is squirming beneath him, his hips trying to lift up into Tim's mouth every time he returns to the tip. Tim has to hold him down with one hand on his stomach so that he can continue at his own pace. He uses his other hand to resume stroking the parts of the length not occupied by Tim's mouth. The hand is quickly covered with spit and pre-cum as it glides up and down.
Then, Tim is moving the hand down under Dick's balls to play with his hole. Dick keens at the feeling, alternating between trying to buck up into Tim's mouth and grinding down onto his hand. Tim circles the rim, coating it with the makeshift lubricant that covers his hand. He knows it won't be enough, not if he wants to avoid hurting the boy, but it will work for now.
Every time Tim thinks Dick can't grow louder beneath him, he's proven wrong by the noises coming out of his mouth. Tim knows he's going to cum any moment now, can feel it in the way his cock is pulsing beneath his lips and the way his hole is fluttering beneath his fingers. It just takes Tim pressing the tip of his finger inside for the boy to finish with a shout.
Tim quickly moves his lips back to the boy's tip, not wanting to waste any of the cum that squirts out. The taste is heaven, another part of Dick Grayson that Tim wants to praise and cherish and worship like it deserves. Tim works Dick through the orgasm, pumping the tip of his finger in and out of his ass while suckling as much of the cum as he can from his cock.
Tim keeps up his movements until Dick is whining beneath him, trying to squirm away from the touch. Slowing his movements to a halt, he pulls his mouth and fingers away. He takes a look up at Dick's face. His eyes are squeezed closed, his face full of pleasure as he comes down from the high of his orgasm. There's sweat dripping from the strands of hair clinging to Dick's face, and Tim can't help reaching up to brush them away.
The touch causes Dick to open his eyes and the two lock gazes.
Tim can only describe Dick's expression as "fucked out". His pupils are dilated, his face red and sweaty, and the corners of his eyes filled with the remnants of tears. Tim moves his hand to gently wipe them away.
"How was that, baby bird?" Tim asks, his voice a whisper.
Dick takes a minute to answer, but when he does, it's not with words but with a searing kiss. Tim accepts it easily, maneuvering them so that he can lay beside the other while he recovers from his orgasm. Dick is kissing him pretty heatedly for someone who just came not three minutes ago.
There's a sudden shock of pleasure filling Tim, and he looks down to see Dick palming at his obvious erection.
"Is it your turn yet?" Dick doesn't look at Tim's face as he asks it. He's looking down at the hand that continues to grind into Tim's cock, and Tim can see him lick his lips as he stares. Tim feels a surge of affection for the younger swell in his chest.
Tim rolls himself back on top of Dick, bracketing him once more. "Don't worry, baby bird, I'm not done with you yet."
Tim leans down and connects their lips once more.