I have a fic idea for the first time in months but I’m too tired to write so instead I present a snippet of what’s in my brain
“Oh baby,” Dick’s voice is so low and husky as his lips hover above yours, “Can’t believe he’d ever do that to you. Treating you like garbage when I’ve been in love with you for years, wanting worship you.”
He kisses you like he means it. Deep and slow and all consuming like Dick Grayson always is.
When he pulls away you pant and grip his shirt, “For how long?”
“Since the beginning.”
“We were 12.”
“We were 12. I loved you then. Then we were 16 and you were gone. I thought about you all the time.” His hands play with your shirt until they’re touching the warm skin of your stomach, “You were my first real crush.”
“You were mine.”
“And now?”
“I want you.” That’s all Dick needs to hear to be back on you, kissing and touching you like could break. You want him to break you.