Personally I think Dick Grayson’s bad fashion choices are deliberate.
at least like, a good deal of the time. it’s his little way to rebel, to annoy everyone around them and remind them yet again that they can take the kid out of the circus, but they can’t take the circus out of the kid. it makes him feel braver, because there’s something else for them to criticize than his actual mistakes.
- he’s also got no sense of fashion. but his color choices are 100% on him.
⤷ ゛Overstimulating Nightwing with your mouth because you love the taste of him and simply can’t help it! . ˎˊ˗
“C’mon baby let up..” he hissed, and followed his sentence up with a whimper. You lapped up the pre that pooled at his tip, happily taking it into your mouth and swallowing it. A few seconds later, you pulled away and had to talk to him about how he kept squirming.
“Stop squirming so much..you’re making it difficult for me.” Dick rolled his eyes and soon felt your hands on his thighs. He was confused at first, but quickly realized what you were doing and helped you out. His legs were now over your shoulders and your hands were curled around his thighs, making you sort of keep him in place. Anyway, you resorted to kissing the inside of his thigh before going back to sucking him off. Nightwing sucked in a breath and bit his lip to try to conceal any noises, but failed miserably and let out a moan. His hand snaked down to grab at something—or you—but in the heat of the moment he went back to gripping the side of the couch.
Paying more attention to his tip, your goal was to get him to cum a few more times before stopping. Which you were sure you were close to succeeding your goal because Nightwing was one-hundred percent about to cum. He huffed out whines and whimpers, and squirmed way more than usual. His hips slowly thrusted into your mouth in hopes of you not pulling away and edging him.
Luckily you didn’t seem to care about how desperate he was. You worked harder, helping inch him closer and closer to the edge before finally, he came with a light groan and a rather quick snap of his hips. You tried to swallow all that he produced but ended up nearly choking and having to pull away; some getting on your face a little. You were satisfied and he was spent, but that was only one part of your goal.
“Can you give me another?” You asked, and he could practically hear the smile that was on your face.