Aw, man, i so want to but but... D: *nibbles on her nails* i don't want to go insane from not writing for weeks!
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Tim bit his plush bottom lip, Dick kissed him and made him stop.
Dick pushed Tim down to lie on the bed and possisioned himself over the younger boy. He bent his head down and lapped at Tim's earloab, gently sucking, then nibbling. He could hear Tim's moaning, then spread the boy's knees appart and possisioned himself.
In one quick movment Dick bit down on Tim's soft earloab and at the same time thrust himself deep inside the youth.
Tim let out a cry and let his hand cup his sore ear, "That h-hurt."
"The penetration?"
"Um, no, not as much... ."
Dick kissed his ear, "You still want to go through with this?"
"Yes," Tim replied, a soft airy tone, yet confident, "You...?" He asked hesitantly.
"Yes..."
Dick began to pump, slowly, then a little faster, his hand holding Tim by the boy's waist, the nape of his back, gently bringing him into each rhythmic thrust.
Tim hummed, moaned, and held on to Dick's broad shoulders, his own erection trapped between them, slowly massaged by Dick's abdomen brushing it with each pump.
Tim could feel the thin plastic-y texture of the condom Dick was wearing, the squealchy sound of the lub as Dick thrust into him. He could feel Dick's lips on his neck, suckling and licking, it tickled a little.
Dick moved one of his hands and started to stroke Tim in earnest. Tim gasped at the surprise. He started to move more, thrusting a little into Dick's hand, biting the inside of his mouth. He was so close.
He'd imagined this. THIS. It's the only thing he could dream about, think about for weeks. And it was brilliant because it was Dick. Dick his 'brother'. Dick who he had known and idolised since he was three years old. Dick who was a guy, who'd actually said yes because it was Tim asking.
Dick's fingers brushed roughly over the head of Tim's shaft, and he came with a slight spasm. His eyes rolling up into his head, just a little, and the only thing he could think was, shit, yes. Over and over again.
Dick wasn't finished. Tim lay still and rode out the rest of his rush while Dick gave him a few more thrusts then collapsed next to him. A weary, uncertain, smile palying on his lips.
"Happy 18th birthday Tim."
Tim smiled back.
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I am so weak D: curse you school! *goes back to work*
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Tim bit his plush bottom lip, Dick kissed him and made him stop.
Dick pushed Tim down to lie on the bed and possisioned himself over the younger boy. He bent his head down and lapped at Tim's earloab, gently sucking, then nibbling. He could hear Tim's moaning, then spread the boy's knees appart and possisioned himself.
In one quick movment Dick bit down on Tim's soft earloab and at the same time thrust himself deep inside the youth.
Tim let out a cry and let his hand cup his sore ear, "That h-hurt."
"The penetration?"
"Um, no, not as much... ."
Dick kissed his ear, "You still want to go through with this?"
"Yes," Tim replied, a soft airy tone, yet confident, "You...?" He asked hesitantly.
"Yes..."
Dick began to pump, slowly, then a little faster, his hand holding Tim by the boy's waist, the nape of his back, gently bringing him into each rhythmic thrust.
Tim hummed, moaned, and held on to Dick's broad shoulders, his own erection trapped between them, slowly massaged by Dick's abdomen brushing it with each pump.
Tim could feel the thin plastic-y texture of the condom Dick was wearing, the squealchy sound of the lub as Dick thrust into him. He could feel Dick's lips on his neck, suckling and licking, it tickled a little.
Dick moved one of his hands and started to stroke Tim in earnest. Tim gasped at the surprise. He started to move more, thrusting a little into Dick's hand, biting the inside of his mouth. He was so close.
He'd imagined this. THIS. It's the only thing he could dream about, think about for weeks. And it was brilliant because it was Dick. Dick his 'brother'. Dick who he had known and idolised since he was three years old. Dick who was a guy, who'd actually said yes because it was Tim asking.
Dick's fingers brushed roughly over the head of Tim's shaft, and he came with a slight spasm. His eyes rolling up into his head, just a little, and the only thing he could think was, shit, yes. Over and over again.
Dick wasn't finished. Tim lay still and rode out the rest of his rush while Dick gave him a few more thrusts then collapsed next to him. A weary, uncertain, smile palying on his lips.
"Happy 18th birthday Tim."
Tim smiled back.
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I am so weak D: curse you school! *goes back to work*