thinking about coming home from a long day at work to boyfriend dick grayson running you a bath.
he eases you out of your clothes, pressing tender kisses to your tired shoulders while whispering quiet reassurances against your skin. “i love you” and “i missed you so much” and “let me take care of you baby”
dick eases you into the warm, soapy water. he kneels beside the tub, lathering your favourite body wash into his hands.
each stroke of his hands has tension easing from your tired body. thoughts about work flee to the back of your mind as you focus on dick. his gaze is soft but attentive, gentle concern swirling in those pretty blue eyes. he doesn’t like it when you get stressed.
he doesn’t ask you questions about your day, not yet. not when he knows you just want to exist here with him, to momentarily forget you could ever be anywhere else than by his side.
dick moves on to wash your hair, humming gently to himself. his hands feel so good in your hair, fingers massaging your scalp, that a soft moan is pulled from your lips. your eyes flutter open, embarrassment warming your cheeks, but dick only gives you a soft smile.
he helps you out of the bath and wraps a soft towel around your body. dick uses another towel to dry off your hair, pausing occasionally to press his lips to your neck and shoulders.
your shared bedroom is a welcomed sanctuary. you’ve been longing for your bed all day and dick knows it.
he unhooks the towel and it drops to the floor, then he kisses you, soft and tentative. and when you melt into him, craving the relief of his body on yours? dick hums, low and satisfied, and eases you onto the bed.
his body covers yours, hand moving between your thighs. you gasp, arching into him as he works you with loving touches.
dicks mouth moves between kissing yours and nibble on the sensitive skin on your neck. he forgets about his own needs, the strain in his sweatpants, his sole focus on you.
your orgasm isn’t mind blowing. it’s a crest of pleasure, the release of tension. all your stress’s and worry’s fade out, replaced by the quiet intimacy of the bedroom, the sound of dick’s soft praises.
and afterwards, when your limbs are too heavy to move, your body too relaxed, dick brings you a plate of your comfort food.
he listens to you quietly rant about your day, and somehow says all the right things. when you grow tired he curls under the covers with you, wrapping you up in his warmth.
you fall asleep with dicks breath on the nape of your neck, his hand tracing absent patterns on your stomach. warmed by more than just his touch.
