hellooooo would you consider elaborating on your thoughts about Dick & biting... doesn't have to be a fic written post but ough. I wanna hear your thoughts about marking him up, how he reacts, etc.
I feel like biting any part of Dick is the equivalent to picking up a kitten by its scruff and watching it go absolutely limp and pliant in your hand. Dick is a peacock in human form, always flashing his pretty smile and pretty eyes, his pink lips pulled into a sultry pout, his black curls like a halo atop his head. But the second he feels your canines dig into his soft, supple flesh he starts singing like a (pretty) bird, all gasps and airy pleas of "Again, please." The pain of it is absolutely exhilarating to him. The dull ache that within a moment manages to turn into hellfire, all his muscles tensing that in return knock the air out of his lungs and make the bite hurt more; the sweet release of your teeth letting his skin go and the now pleasurable ache that throbs beneath his skin.
Let's not mention him getting off to all the purple-blue-yellow-green splotches that cover his body a few days later. He's standing in front of a tall mirror in all his naked glory, transfixed by all the colourful bruises on his skin, his hand slowly working on his cock. He presses down on a set of teeth marks inside his thigh and comes with a long, drawn out whine of pain, his stomach clenching as he paints his fist white.
There's also something extremely erotic about him feeling those said bites underneath his Nightwing suit each night he patrols - both a sweet reminder of you to go home to and a reminder of your teeth digging into his bicep two days earlier. He snaps out of his thoughts when gunshots are heard a few blocks away and grapples there with pink dusting his cheeks.
Now, that's you biting him. I wholeheartedly believe he bites you back.
Okay, not bites. Nips. He nips at you like a playful dog wanting to play catch. He nips at your fingers, your cheeks, your nose. He loves biting down on your bottom lip and pulling it down, a self pleased smirk on his face. He likes to nip at your jaw whenever he peppers you with kisses, but he usually doesn't go anywhere near your neck. He likes to take his time there, suck the flesh between his lips and hold, letting go with a soft "Pop!", admiring the now bright purple spot on the side of your neck, too high to be covered by clothing. Your neck is his canvas and you are his muse.
