Fic: Stolen Touch (PORNDAY!)
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iesikaI hereby declare today to be a holiday.
That holiday is called PORNDAY.
This is how we celebrate it:
Title: Stolen Touch
Rating: PORN
Character: Tim. And accessories.
It’s a risk, because there is a chance that Dick will wake up and wonder where he’s gone, wonder why he isn’t tucked in safely on his couch. Tim thinks it’s worth it, though – even the risk that something awful will happen that requires Nightwing’s attention, and that Dick will open up the secret panel and discover his theft.
He’s on the floor of Dick’s bathroom, leaning back against the hard edge of the tub, the porcelain as cold as the tile under his ass, against his balls. He doesn’t even feel it, though, because he’s pulling on the gloves. They’re too big – his hands slide inside them too easily, and his fingers don’t reach the tips. He doesn’t care. It’s good enough. It’s enough.
His gauntlets don’t feel like this. They’re stiffer, textured for climbing, reinforced across the knuckles with durable polymer. Nightwing’s gloves are like a Kevlar skin, and just barely thick enough that when he brings his fingers to his mouth, he can only really feel it with his lips.
There’s a mirror on the back of the bathroom door, and Tim watches, revels in the illusion as he traces his own mouth. Nightwing’s gloves, and it could be Dick’s fingers in them, should be, should be Dick’s palm he licks from the heel, along the stripe, up and between his middle and ring fingers. It should be Dick’s thumb on his chin, prying his mouth open, to slide those two, blue fingers into Tim’s mouth, push a little, past his teeth, scraping on the edges, pressing down on his tongue. His index and pinkie, dark against his pale skin, splay against his face when he thrusts the fingers deeper, all the way down.
Tim’s other hand – the other glove – is busy. He cups his testicles and squeezes, lightly at first and then a little more. The glove is too dry to do more without pain, and so he switches hands, bites down on his thumb until he can feel it through the glove, catches his cock with his slick hand and pumps, slowly, looking down.
He’s not going to last long. He’s not –
Tim pulls himself up to his knees and turns a little, and then he sucks his index finger hard, licking it all over and getting it as wet as he can. He wishes there were another mirror, behind him, wishes he could see better as he pushes into himself. If he didn’t have to decide which hand to watch…oh, if he had a camera... He could edit the footage, crop it just so...
He bucks into his fist – into the glove – grips himself tighter and lets himself go, caught between his hands – the hands - his hands.
Oh. He bites his lip and shakes his way through a gasping, panting orgasm, careful as he can be to keep himself silent. If he called Dick’s name, he would come running.
Oh.
The glove looks even better, now. Tim examines it in the light, turning it, careful, watching the damp shine. He brings his fingers to his mouth again.
He ought to put the gloves back clean, after all.
END
Now with a sequel, here: Borrowed Pleasure
That holiday is called PORNDAY.
This is how we celebrate it:
Title: Stolen Touch
Rating: PORN
Character: Tim. And accessories.
It’s a risk, because there is a chance that Dick will wake up and wonder where he’s gone, wonder why he isn’t tucked in safely on his couch. Tim thinks it’s worth it, though – even the risk that something awful will happen that requires Nightwing’s attention, and that Dick will open up the secret panel and discover his theft.
He’s on the floor of Dick’s bathroom, leaning back against the hard edge of the tub, the porcelain as cold as the tile under his ass, against his balls. He doesn’t even feel it, though, because he’s pulling on the gloves. They’re too big – his hands slide inside them too easily, and his fingers don’t reach the tips. He doesn’t care. It’s good enough. It’s enough.
His gauntlets don’t feel like this. They’re stiffer, textured for climbing, reinforced across the knuckles with durable polymer. Nightwing’s gloves are like a Kevlar skin, and just barely thick enough that when he brings his fingers to his mouth, he can only really feel it with his lips.
There’s a mirror on the back of the bathroom door, and Tim watches, revels in the illusion as he traces his own mouth. Nightwing’s gloves, and it could be Dick’s fingers in them, should be, should be Dick’s palm he licks from the heel, along the stripe, up and between his middle and ring fingers. It should be Dick’s thumb on his chin, prying his mouth open, to slide those two, blue fingers into Tim’s mouth, push a little, past his teeth, scraping on the edges, pressing down on his tongue. His index and pinkie, dark against his pale skin, splay against his face when he thrusts the fingers deeper, all the way down.
Tim’s other hand – the other glove – is busy. He cups his testicles and squeezes, lightly at first and then a little more. The glove is too dry to do more without pain, and so he switches hands, bites down on his thumb until he can feel it through the glove, catches his cock with his slick hand and pumps, slowly, looking down.
He’s not going to last long. He’s not –
Tim pulls himself up to his knees and turns a little, and then he sucks his index finger hard, licking it all over and getting it as wet as he can. He wishes there were another mirror, behind him, wishes he could see better as he pushes into himself. If he didn’t have to decide which hand to watch…oh, if he had a camera... He could edit the footage, crop it just so...
He bucks into his fist – into the glove – grips himself tighter and lets himself go, caught between his hands – the hands - his hands.
Oh. He bites his lip and shakes his way through a gasping, panting orgasm, careful as he can be to keep himself silent. If he called Dick’s name, he would come running.
Oh.
The glove looks even better, now. Tim examines it in the light, turning it, careful, watching the damp shine. He brings his fingers to his mouth again.
He ought to put the gloves back clean, after all.
END
Now with a sequel, here: Borrowed Pleasure
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Date: 2009-10-18 10:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-19 02:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-19 02:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-18 11:29 pm (UTC)I think it's Tim's favourite holiday :P
HAWT XD
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Date: 2009-10-18 11:44 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it. ^_^
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Date: 2009-10-19 12:17 am (UTC)If he called Dick’s name, he would come running.
I'm not sure why THAT'S the thing that undid me, but it is. Dear God.
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I heartily approve of pornday.
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Date: 2009-10-19 12:30 am (UTC)Mmm... Deviance.
I think this is your fault. I have a Tim In The Nightwing Suit thing now, and it's all your fault.
I'm not sure why THAT'S the thing that undid me, but it is. Dear God.
I think that's what got poor Timmy there, too. ^_^
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<3!
I heartily approve of pornday.
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Date: 2009-10-19 12:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-19 12:30 am (UTC)God, I'm so glad I'm not the only one.
THE BLUE FINGERS!
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Date: 2009-10-19 12:22 am (UTC)...you know, you should make it porn week, so everyone else can join in on the porn. ^_^
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Date: 2009-10-19 12:32 am (UTC)As I was telling
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Date: 2009-10-19 01:05 am (UTC)Pffft, pornday should be everyday! ^-^
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Date: 2009-10-19 03:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-19 04:00 am (UTC)or offer sexual favorsno subject
Date: 2009-10-22 12:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-19 06:40 am (UTC)You are so not doing anything to help me with my unhealthy Timmy fixation. Now I wanna jump him and molest him. Or, rather, have Nightwing walk in on him sucking on his gloves and then take him right there on the bathroom floor. While I watch.
I freakin' love Porn Day!
Also, you're a lean, mean writing machine, you know that? Two stories written and posted since lunch? Whoa! You're a writing ninja!
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Date: 2009-10-19 01:48 pm (UTC)If you're looking for THAT kind of help, you are in the wrong place.
Porn day was awesome. And since I declared it around five yesterday, I believe we do have eight more hours to go.
Oh god. Now that I've realized that, I'm not going to get ANYTHING done on my giant pornless wip am I?
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Date: 2009-10-19 06:43 am (UTC)If he didn’t have to decide which hand to watch…oh, if he had a camera... He could edit the footage, crop it just so...
He's thinking about photoshop and camera angle while perving on Dick. You adorable creepy nerd, Tim!
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Date: 2009-10-19 01:50 pm (UTC)And obsessive.
And slightly crazy.
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Date: 2009-10-19 01:58 pm (UTC)I love angry-badass Tim but I miss seeing him geeking out with Barbara and Ted and Ives so much. =(
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Date: 2009-10-19 02:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-23 10:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-13 07:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-13 07:03 am (UTC)That is a good prompt. *ponders*
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Date: 2010-09-13 07:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-14 08:42 am (UTC)That was so fucking hawt Baby. I I I don't know what to say. I am....going to need a little alone time after this one...bye