Care

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ship: Bruce Wayne/Dick Grayson
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content: mommy kink

Dick nipped at Bruce's neck, grinning as he tickled Bruce's sides, which resulted more in obliging squirming than actual resistance or attempts to escape. Try as he could, it was almost impossible to have playful sex with Bruce.

Which was fine.

Their relationship had always been partnership first, reassuring physical presence second, and sexual compatibility a distant far-off third. They got tangled up in the bed sheets often enough, but this limitation was something they both knew. Dick wanted a little extra, and Bruce groaned tiredly at the very idea. Not that Dick needed whips and chains, but without the novelty of sleeping around on the side like he had in his twenties, he chafed at sex that was little more than taking care of erections and blowing off steam.

Just one more private, intimate thing to navigate as they got older. Bruce never sat him down to talk about his little blue pills he'd had to start taking, so Dick never sat him down to explain that sex was a game, and a really fun one at that.

Perhaps sex was like puns.

Bruce had laughed whole-heartedly at Dick's puns when they were younger; now he just smiled fondly in that way that said, "It's funny because it's you."

Dick had tried it all. Every pet name, every dirty word, but they all landed flat in this relationship. At best, Bruce accepted it with amusement and moved on. Other times, Dick noticed Bruce upping his dose of Viagra the day after. C'est la vie.

He'd always been careful to skirt around dangerous territory. 

Today, however, something in the way Bruce was smiling up at him from the pillows, tired but obliging, had him feeling reckless. He pressed close, nipping at Bruce's earlobe, moaning at the feeling of Bruce's hand around his cock, and grinned.

"Daddy." 

Bruce froze, his breath hot in Dick's ear, but pulling away and leaving his skin cold. All traces of fondness had turned to perplexion. Definitely a mistake. Covering for it, Dick tried for a little humor. 

"Mommy?"

He felt it as he said it. The word came out of his mouth with a hitch and his face flushed. When Bruce pushed himself to his elbows, he could see even in the scant light the moonlit night offered that Bruce's cheekbones were dark with blood too. Oh.

Careful, slowly, so as not to spook either Bruce or himself, he pressed a soft kiss to Bruce's lips.

"Take care of me, Mommy."

Bruce shuddered convulsively, like he'd had a bad chill, then surged forward for a firmer, harder kiss, the stubble on both of their chins particularly prickly today and adding texture, rough and welcome. Between hot breathless kisses, Dick managed to gasp out, one word as a time, "Please fuck me, Mommy."

With a growl, Bruce rolled them over, crushing Dick into the sheets with so much weight Dick's brain struggled to catch up that this was sex and not a fight. One moment he'd been questioning whether Bruce's libido would ever feel like enough for his voracious appetite or if he should talk to him about sleeping around again, and the next, Bruce was forcibly maneuvering one of Dick's ankles up past his head, letting the other leg try to find purchase around Bruce's shoulders.

"Please, please, please, Mommy," he begged as he was sandwiched against the mattress to the full extent of his flexibility and felt Bruce rub the tip of his head over his rim. 

"You had a long tiring day, haven't you, baby?"

Dick's eyes went wide. He hadn't expected Bruce to say anything. In fact, Bruce was looking down at him just as bewildered and desperate for Dick not to laugh. The words had come out stumbling, hurried, like Bruce had had to tear them out of his throat at speed to get them out at all. There was live, hot fear in Bruce's eyes as Dick stared up at him, hating himself already for stepping out of his comfort zone. Dick felt himself tear up, gripping Bruce's face, desperate to keep him here, open, vulnerable for the first time in as long as Dick could remember.

He nodded as hot tears slid down his face. "It was a very long day, and I missed you so much, Mommy."

Bruce buried his face in Dick's shoulder and a sob shook his large shoulders. 

Panicking, wrapping both arms around Bruce's head, Dick kissed his soft dark thinning hair. Did he stick to the scene? Did Bruce need it to stop? "Please, don't cry, Mommy," he tried. "I love you very much."

Shuddering, Bruce seemed to collect himself, lifting his face and looking up at Dick guiltily. He looked shaken, but his eyes were dry, and he pressed forward, crushing Dick's body under his to get a kiss.

"I'm not crying, baby. I just missed you too. I miss you every day when you leave the house." Bruce smoothed his hand down the side of Dick's face, brushing away more tears Dick hadn't realized were there. "But now that you're home, I can take care of you."

Nodding, voice quivering, Dick asked again, "Please fuck me, Mommy."

Bruce pushed in with altogether less force than Dick had anticipated at seeing him so horny, but he pushed in so deep it felt like Dick had never been penetrated so far before, and Dick shuddered at the thought as he was driven ever more tightly into the bed, his knees next to his ears, drowning in the covers.

Kissing Dick soundly, Bruce didn't pull out far, rolling his hips as he stayed lodged to the hilt and turning Dick to putty at the pressure and stimulation.

"Please, Mommy, fuck me harder."

Bruce growled and teeth scraped down Dick's throat before Bruce seemed to remember his role and abstained from biting. Stars in his vision, Dick tried to remember the last time Bruce had been so horny he'd bit him. Must have been years ago.

Suddenly, with a grunt of effort, Dick was pulled wholly off the bed. Knees still pressed to his knees, asshole still stretched over Bruce's large cock, his feet bounced in the air behind Bruce's shoulders as Bruce clasped his hands together behind Dick's back and started thrusting up into him in earnest.

Dick had truthfully never gagged for it before, but he absolutely was now. Being forcibly folded up and crushed like this to Bruce's massive muscular body was a headrush in and of itself, but to then also be forced to take his dick so deep at a heretofore undiscovered perfect angle?

He could barely croak out his litany of, "Mommy, yes," and, "I love you, Mommy," between his moans, punched out of his as they were with Bruce's thrusts.

He could hardly get his hand between their bodies, squeezed as he was so tightly against Bruce's body, but he no sooner had squeezed his dick than he was coming, body tensing so hard he almost broke Bruce's grip around him. 

Through the soft feelings of receding orgasm, he felt Bruce lay him down gently, kissing his face, catching Dick's tears one by one as they rolled across his skin.

"Mommy, do you need-"

Bruce shook his head. "I finished."

Dick hadn't even been capable of noticing.

Accepting the blanket Bruce pulled over both of them, Dick bit his lip. Bruce's embarrassment after the fact was palpable, and Dick didn't even want to look at him so as not to add to it.

"I'd…" he ventured, "like it if we did that again."

Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw Bruce nodding.

"Maybe next time I'll call you Mommy."

Dick jerked his head around to look at him, face furiously blushing. 

Rather than an affectionate smile, Bruce treated him to a deep, whole-hearted laugh.