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Roy’s the last one to arrive at Titans Tower that weekend.
Well, the last of four, anyway, since Donna won’t be joining them due to some Top Secret Themyscira Business with Diana. Or something. And, usually, Roy would be super bummed about that, but–
Well, it actually works out pretty perfectly for something he and the other boys have been planning. Or, he, Garth, and Wally, in any case. Not Dick. Pretty pointedly not Dick, actually, and that’s why it’s for the best that Donna isn’t around, because Roy’s sure she’d have some choice words for the three of them if she found out what they were planning to do.
So, yeah, having Donna out of the way is kind of a blessing. This plan has been in the works for weeks now, ever since Roy first caught that stolen glance of Dick changing when he – no, she, and wasn’t that the whole point? – thought no one else was around, and this is the first real chance they’ve gotten to try and enact it.
Dick’s been lying to them all this time, and Roy would be pissed if it were about anything else, but instead–
Well, instead, he’s pretty sure he’s got the perfect way for Dick to make it up to all of them.
He almost feels guilty for being so late when Garth and Wally are already there and hovering around the Zeta when he finally makes it to the Tower, but it’s whatever, really. They’ve got all weekend, and they’re going to have to figure out how to be patient for a little while longer, anyway. (Somehow, Roy doubts the two of them will have much trouble keeping themselves occupied).
“Roy, my man,” Wally greets, zipping over and clapping him on the back, “What took you so long?”
Roy huffs and shrugs the speedster’s hand off his shoulder.
“Had to deal with Ollie,” he mutters, and Garth gives him a sympathetic look.
“Ah, trouble in paradise, then,” Wally chirps, and Roy rolls his eyes, “Anyway, Dick’s in, uh, ‘his’ room already, if you wanna, like, get this show on the road.”
Roy rolls his eyes harder and smacks at the back of Wally’s head when he moves to pass him.
“Dude, shut up,” he says, and the two other boys trail after him as he heads to his room to drop off his gear, “Can a guy get settled in first? Jeeze.”
Wally and Garth follow him right into his room, and Roy tries not to be annoyed; he knows they’re eager, and, honestly, so is he, and he’s not the one who has to wait even longer. So, he can sympathize, or whatever, but it’s still annoying. The door clicks shut as he tosses his bow and quiver onto his bed, and Garth clears his throat.
“Wally and I will hang back, like we agreed,” he says, his voice taking on an authoritative tone, “Text Wally’s phone when you’re ready for us and we’ll be right over.”
“Don’t take too long!” Wally pipes up, and Garth elbows him, earning himself a glare as Wally rubs at his chest. “What?” He hisses, “You were thinking it, too. Bad enough you let him take first dibs, I’m not gonna let him stall on us, too.”
“I’m not going to stall,” Roy tells him, offense clear in the lines of his posture as he straightens, “And I’m approaching her first because you would make your move too fast and fuck us all over, West. So, can it, yeah? You’ll get your turn. I know patience is a foreign concept to you, but good things take time.” He raises a brow, crossing his arms over his chest, and adds, “Or do you want Dick to cotton on and tell us all to go fuck ourselves?”
Wally scowls and shrugs out of Garth’s grip when the Atlantean reaches out to touch the back of his neck.
“Fine,” he grouses, and Roy can’t help rolling his eyes at how immature he looks right now, “But, seriously, if you try and hog her all to yourself instead, I’m absolutely gonna go behind your back to sabotage you. And then she’ll come swooning into my arms for being her hero.”
Roy snorts at that, and he sees Garth’s lips twitch, too.
Dick Grayson – if that’s her real name, which Roy highly doubts – doesn’t do swooning. If Wally “sabotages” him, she’ll punch Roy herself and then probably use the Bat’s connections to get him fucking blacklisted across the caped community.
His smirk slips at that, and Roy shudders.
On second thought, that’s not such a great alternative, so it’s a good thing he has every intention of playing this fair and square.
“I’m not gonna leave you guys out, stop worrying,” he finally says, and Garth gives him a slow nod of acceptance even if Wally is still looking a bit put out. Roy raises an eyebrow and cocks his head, and Garth huffs out a soft laugh before reaching for Wally and sliding a hand around to cup his dick through his pants.
“C’mon, beloved,” he coaxes, “I bet we can find a way to kill time until Dick and Roy are ready for us.”
Wally groans, pushing forward into Garth’s hand, and, shit, his cheeks are already starting to darken – Roy almost wishes he could stick around for the show. But, no, he has more important matters to attend to. Still, he stops long enough to peck a kiss to each of their cheeks and sends a wink over his shoulder as he opens his bedroom door.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he teases, and then he’s gone, slipping out into the hall and shutting the door behind himself before he makes his way down to Dick’s bedroom.
He knocks on her door and waits until she calls out a ‘come in’ before he slips inside and shuts the door behind himself.
“Hey, Rob,” he greets, and Dick grins over at him from where she’s sitting on her bed. She closes the book she was reading and sets it aside, and Roy moves to join her.
“Hey, Speedy,” she greets, giving him that stupid, attractive smile that she always seems to save just for him, “I didn’t hear you arrive.”
“Yeah,” he says, “I just got in. Anyone else around yet?”
Dick shrugs, and then reaches her arms above herself to stretch, and Roy tries to keep his gaze from lingering on her chest as she does. It’s not like he can even see her curves right now, but he still knows they’re there, okay?
“Yeah,” she says finally, “Kid and Aqualad are around somewhere. Wonder Girl’s away though, remember?”
“Oh, right,” Roy says, as if he didn’t already know, and he leans back, supporting himself on his arms as he looks at her, “Didn’t see the other guys around. They must be nerding out somewhere.”
Dick chuckles at that and leans back against the headboard.
“Probably,” she agrees, her smile turning more fond than it has any right to be if they’re really all just “teammates.”
“So,” Dick drawls, and Roy raises an eyebrow at her, “Did you need something?”
“I can’t just want to hang out with my favourite little bird?” Roy quips, leaning into the flirtation he’s been trying to build up over the past few weeks. Her cheeks darken just the slightest bit, and Roy has to bite back his self-satisfied smile.
“Sure you’re not the nerd around here?” Dick asks, and Roy huffs, pretending he’s offended.
“Aw, c’mon, Dickie,” he teases, “Don’t sell yourself short.”
It’s Dick’s turn to huff, then, and Roy allows himself just the slightest smirk when her gaze darts away for a moment before she clears her throat and looks at him again.
“Whatever you say, Speedy,” she says, and he lets himself hesitate before his expression softens and he shifts to sit up properly, his hands folding in his lap.
“I’m serious, you know,” he says slowly, and Dick’s brow furrows, “You’re totally my favourite.”
Dick laughs, but it’s not the one she uses in the field, or the one she saves just for them after Wally has told an especially bad joke or when Garth is getting confused by human traditions. No, this one practically screams her discomfort, her awkwardness, and Roy leans into it.
“Dick…”
Her brow furrows more deeply, and Roy moves to crawl towards her on the bed.
“Dick, I–”
He hesitates again, and then reaches out to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing over the bone as he shyly meets her eyes.
“Roy,” she says softly, and the look in her eyes is so pitying, but Roy knows he can see the longing in it, too.
“C’mon, pretty bird,” he murmurs, and he watches as that blush starts to darken further on her cheeks. She shuts her eyes for a moment, a shiver wracking through her thin frame, and her lashes flutter when she opens them again, “Tell me I’m not imagining things.”
“Roy,” she says again, and she sounds pained this time. Roy can’t stand it. It was one thing when they thought she was just holding back because she wasn’t ready, but now it’s clear that it’s only because of this secret she’s been keeping. This secret that’s not a secret anymore, so what’s the point?
He takes the risk, then, leaning in to press his lips to hers in a brief kiss. He doesn’t linger, even when she gasps against his lips and stills in anticipation of more to come, but when he goes to pull back, her hand reaches up to grab the front of his shirt. She doesn’t pull him closer, and she doesn’t lean in to kiss him, but she’s breathing just a little heavier than usual, and it makes something sing inside of Roy.
“Dick,” he whispers, and then, “Robin…”
“We can’t,” she finally says, and Roy makes a soft, sad little noise, “We shouldn’t.”
“C’mon,” he tells her, “C’mon, it’s okay. No one says anything about Wally and Garth, right? It’s okay.”
He tips his forehead to rest against hers and closes his eyes.
“I know you like me, too,” he admits, and she whines, freezing even worse for several seconds before she yanks him forward and crashes their mouths together in a heated kiss. Roy groans into it automatically and has to refrain from pumping his fist in victory. This is only the first step, there’s no point in congratulating himself too soon; there’s still plenty of time to fuck things up.
Roy works to take control of the kiss, applying a little more technique though he tries to maintain the desperation and passion that she’s giving him so he can keep her too caught up in the moment to start worrying. He drops his hands to her waist, gripping lightly, and licks into her mouth almost greedily until she finally pulls away to breath. She rests her forehead against his shoulder as she pants, and Roy dares to slip his hands a little further down to cup her ass and try to drag her forwards.
“C’mere,” he says, shifting to sit cross-legged on the bed, and he’s only a little surprised when Dick actually goes along with him and straddles his lap with her legs bracketing his own. It’s probably not the most comfortable position for her, but he suspects maybe the height it allows her is giving her some illusion of control. Still, Roy hopes she’ll relax enough to settle into his lap with time. He tips his head back and surges up to kiss her again, nibbling over her bottom lip for a moment, and she gives a surprised groan before moving to grab onto his shoulders to steady herself.
Roy slides his hands up to her waist, holding her steady as he kisses her, and her own hands slowly move to cup the back of his neck instead of his shoulders. She kisses him back eagerly, if a bit sloppily, and Roy feels his cock twitch at the thought that she seems unpracticed, like maybe she hasn’t done this very much. After a while, she does start to relax, sinking down onto his lap and wrapping her legs around his waist, and Roy wraps an arm around her as he drags her closer.
She shifts suddenly, and Roy can’t hold back the moan when it causes her to rub over the erection that’s beginning to strain at the fabric of his sweatpants. She gasps and pulls away, her cheeks dark and eyes wide as she pants to catch her breath.
“Sorry,” he says sheepishly, and leans in to nibble along her jaw, “Can’t help it, sweetheart, you’re just so fucking hot. Been wanting to kiss you like that for so long…”
“Roy,” she says, and she sounds awed, he thinks, and it makes a bit of a blush rise in his own cheeks as he tips his head back to look at her.
He gives her a shy grin and licks his lips as he grips her tighter and then raises up onto his knees. She yelps and leans in towards him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he moves forward and lays her down against the mattress. He crowds in over her and kisses her again, and she whimpers into the kiss before slowly unwrapping her legs from around him and laying down properly. She runs one hand through his hair and then lets the other slide down to rest at the small of his back, and Roy has to fight not to moan.
Okay.
Okay, he tells himself, so far, so good.
He kisses her just like that for a few minutes longer, and then slides his hand up under the hem of Dick’s shirt, palm skimming over her toned abdomen; she tenses before reaching down and grabbing his arm.
“Roy,” she protests as she breaks the kiss, and Roy doesn’t think he’s imagining the disappointment in her voice, “Don’t.”
Roy hums, and he pulls his hand away obediently, but doesn’t say much as he dips down to mouth over the side of her neck; she sighs in response, still tense but starting to relax again as she lets go of his arm.
“Fuck,” she hisses, “Roy, we shouldn’t be doing this.” Roy nips at her skin before biting down properly and beginning to suck a bruising mark into her neck; she gives a high whine, squirming on the bed but not pushing him away, and her voice is high and breathy in a way that would give her away if Roy didn’t already know her secret as she adds, “It’s un-unprofe-ehh-ssion-ah!-al.”
Roy doesn’t stop, though, and she doesn’t give more than that token protest; if anything, she arches into it when he bites down harder, and Roy takes the opportunity to slide his hand lower until he’s cupping over her groin, fingers rubbing along the seam of her pants.
“Roy,” she says again, jolting a little, and Roy lets her go when she tries to push him away. He rolls off of her and stretches out next to her on his side.
“It’s okay,” he tells her, his hand slipping up to her hip and turning her onto her side to face him before dipping to her lower back to pull her flush against him, “You don’t have to hide, okay? I already know, Robin, it’s okay.”
Dick freezes against him, body drawing into a taut line as her breath hitches, and Roy eases back just a smidge so he can see her face. Her eyes are wide with shock, with fear and horror, and-
“Hey,” he murmurs, hand sliding higher up her back, under her shirt this time, and she jumps a little when he drags a fingertip under the band of her sports bra, squeezes her eyes shut like if she blocks it out she might be able to pretend this isn’t happening, “It’s okay, I get it; I know why you’d hide it.” She makes a strangled little noise, and Roy huffs and extracts his hand from her shirt.
“It’s a smart cover, actually,” he adds, and she flinches. It makes Roy wonder if it was actually her decision, or if the subterfuge was at the Bat’s orders. Or, huh. He hadn’t-
He hadn’t considered that maybe it isn’t specific to Robin. Maybe Dick Grayson isn’t a cover – maybe that’s really who she – he? – is. But even if that’s the case, Roy doesn’t care; he’s fucked guys before, anyway. He’s-
Bisexual, or whatever.
“H-How?” Dick finally asks, eyes still closed and their body beginning to tremble from how tightly they’re holding themself, “How did you-”
“Shh,” Roy sooths, and tips his head to rest their foreheads together, “I- Saw you. Once. I wasn’t trying to look- I don’t think you realised anyone was in the Tower. Robin, baby…” He hesitates, not entirely sure how to ask. Or if he even should.
“Are you,” he starts and then has to pause to swallow, his mouth feeling a little dry, because what if he misinterpreted everything?
But, no. Even if he was wrong about how Dick identifies, he knows he isn’t wrong about the way they look at him.
“Robin, are you, y’know, trans?”
She shakes her head rapidly, and- it’s not relief, because he doesn’t care, but it settles something in him to know, at least. And it’s not like it’s his right to know, but-
Well, he’s always been a curious person.
“No,” she says, a blush spreading across her cheeks, “It’s just- Just-“
“Just what, baby girl?” He asks, and Dick makes this high noise of shock at the name as a shudder runs through her; Roy files the response away in his mind.
“B thought it would be safer,” she admits, shrinking in a little on herself, and Roy just drags her closer, as if to remind her that she’s safe here, “Thought if some of the people we fight knew I was a girl…” She trails off with a shudder, and Roy growls low in his throat at the implications. Fuck, but he’d kill anyone who dared to hurt her like that, would put an arrow straight through their eye.
Even as he thinks it, something like guilt twists uncomfortably in his gut, but he steadfastly ignores it.
It’s different, what he and the rest of the guys have planned. He’s seen the way she looks at them all, and she wants them. She’s going to be nervous, sure, but, fuck, if what’s happening now is any indication, she’s going to be all for it with a little convincing.
Convincing that he’s been letting himself get too distracted from, fuck.
“You’re safe with us,” he tells her firmly, his hand slipping back under her shirt, “Safe with me, Robbie. You don’t need to hide here anymore.” His fingers dip under the band of her sports bra, sliding right up into the back of it until his hand is trapped by the material, and she shivers, pressing a little closer with a gasp. “You know that, don’t you?”
Dick trembles and wets her lips, and, shit, Roy wants to kiss her again, but-
But he should wait for her answer, at least, and it feels like torture even though it only takes a few seconds before she breathes out a soft ‘yes’. He smiles at her, and then leans in to kiss her again, like he’d been wanting to, and, as he deepens it, Roy slides his hand over her back and around her side to cup one of her breasts. She gasps into his mouth, pushing forward into his grip, and Roy feels his cock twitch in response. It’s not the easiest position with her shirt and bra both still on, but Roy maneuvers until he can get his thumb on her nipple, brushing it back and forth as she gasps again and the little bud starts to firm up.
“Can I see you, baby girl?” He asks when he breaks away from the kiss, biting his lip and giving her a wide-eyed, pleading look. He brushes his thumb over her nipple again as she blinks her eyes open, and, fuck, the rings of her irises seem so thin, her pupils blown with arousal, and it has excitement curling in Roy’s gut, “Just your shirt and your bra, Robbie. I’ll take mine off, too…”
“Yes,” she practically groans, and Roy lets go eagerly when she pushes herself away from him and sits up. She pulls her shirt off in a rush, tossing it down over the side of the bed, and then she’s doing the same with her bra, and Roy groans, his cock jumping in his pants as he watches her tits bounce back into place when freed from the restrictive garment. They’re not big, but they aren’t tiny, either – smaller than Donna’s, but still probably a solid B-cup if Roy had to guess – but they’re perky and just as firm as the rest of Dick’s lithe body.
Roy wants to get his hands on them for real so badly. Wants to get his mouth on them, too, shit. Dick has to cough to get him to stop staring, and her cheeks are a deep pink when he finally looks at her face again.
“Fuck, Robin,” he breathes, and she blushes even darker. He sits up himself, quickly pulling his shirt off and tossing it away, and then he reaches for Dick, drawing her in closer as he runs a hand up her bare back. Her skin is so warm against him, burning under his palm and against his chest where they’re now pressed together, and fuck, fuck, Roy wants to feel even more of her warmth, wants to feel the heat of her cunt squeezing around his cock, maybe even the heat of her mouth around it, too. Of her throat.
Fuck. Fucking shit, he can feel himself getting harder with every thought.
“Beautiful,” he groans, trying to distract himself, and Dick shivers against him encouragingly as her own hands slide over his abs.
“God, Robin, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he goes on, his hands both roaming over her back, exploring all that toned muscle that reminds him exactly who he’s touching. Reminds him that this isn’t just some chick whose pants he’s trying to get into.
It’s Robin.
Roy kisses her then, hard and desperate, practically fucking her mouth with his tongue, and her hands move higher until she’s clinging onto his shoulders. He slides his hands up her body, too, clinging firmly to her ribcage for a moment before he takes hold of her breasts. They both fit so nicely in his palms – not too heavy, and not so much of a handful that they’re spilling over – and Roy can’t help but squeeze them instinctively. It has Dick moaning into his mouth, though, so he figures it was a good decision.
“Roy,” she gasps as she pulls back a little, and Roy just hums and trails his mouth lower, laving attention to her neck once more. He squeezes them again and revels in the way that she arches towards him, “Oh, fuck, Roy!”
Fuck, but he wants to keep making her make those sounds. Wants her screaming his name in ecstasy.
“S’it feel good, Robin?” He asks her, and she whines sharply when he starts to push, shoving her tits together and then spreading them apart again, “You like how it feels to have my hands all over your pretty tits?”
“Roy!” She squeaks, just a hint of a scandalized tone in her voice, and Roy chuckles.
“They are, baby girl,” he tells her, pulling back so he can look down at them as he continues to squeeze and push them around, “Pretty, perky little tits. Perfect.” She squirms under his attention, her blush spreading down her neck, and Roy groans as that dusting of pink gets closer to where his hands are.
“Do you trust me?” He asks suddenly, and Dick blinks before nodding, licking her lips slowly before she tells him ‘yes’. He gives her a soft look and leans in to kiss her one last time before he lets go of her and pulls back. “Lay down for me, baby girl,” he instructs, and she hesitates only for a moment before obeying, laying down for him and letting him crawl over her, straddling over her hips.
“Beautiful,” he says again, and the look she gives him is so wide-eyed and dark that Roy feels a shiver run down his spine. Her hands settle on his hips tentatively, and Roy has to close his eyes and groan when she grinds up against him. Fuck, fuckfuckfuck, it feels good, but it’s also not enough, and if she keeps that up, Roy isn’t sure he’ll be able to keep his cool. Taking his time with her like this is already pushing the limits of his patience when all he wants to do his tear the rest of her clothes off and shove his cock inside her.
But he can’t fuck this up for himself, or for Wally and Garth; they’d be so pissed.
He doesn’t want to fuck it up for her, either.
He plants one palm against the mattress just over from Dick’s face, and then folds himself down, stealing a quick kiss before he drags his mouth lower, down her chin and her jaw, down her neck and collarbone. Lower still until he’s kissing at one of her breasts, nibbling lightly over the swell of it before he flicks his tongue over her nipple. She jolts beneath him, letting out these delicious, soft panting noises and quiet whimpers, and when Roy keeps teasing over her nipple just like that, she drags a hand up his back and then fists it into his hair, pushing him down insistently as her hips roll up again.
Roy just chuckles, makes a muffled comment about how eager she is, and then opens his mouth and sucks the hardened little bud into his mouth as his free hand fondles her other tit. She rolls up against him again, and Roy can’t help it; this time, he pushes down in response, grinding over her and grunting at the friction it causes. Dick practically comes alive beneath him, meeting each roll of his hips with one of her own and giving these short, high cries and moans as she tugs at his hair and digs her nails into his hip before slipping her hand down onto his ass and squeezing.
“Fuck, Dick,” he groans, pulling back just long enough to move his mouth to her other tit, “That’s it, baby girl, shit, feels nice. Gonna make me jizz myself, baby.”
He’s not even kidding, which is kind of ridiculous; he’s hardly a virgin, and a little dry-humping shouldn’t have him ready to cream his pants like this. But it’s Dick, and he wanted this even before he found out the truth – and there’s something about the entire situation that just feels forbidden and dirty, too, and he’s only human, okay.
It’s fine. He’s young, he’ll get it up again in no time even if she does make him come like this.
Dick doesn’t stop – if anything, she seems to be moving with even more intent as she grinds up against him, and Roy groans around her breast as he thrusts down to meet each roll of her hips. He pulls away after a few moments in order to kiss her again, plundering her mouth eagerly with his tongue as his thrusts grow quicker and more erratic. He freezes right before he comes, muscles going tense as the contractions start to pull at his gut and his cock spills inside his sweatpants until he can feel the damp spot spreading.
Roy moans into her mouth as he regains himself, grinding down against her desperately as he rides himself through it, and Dick’s grip on his hair tightens as she gives a high moan of her own. She’s panting when he breaks the kiss, pulling back only slightly to hover above her as he catches his own breath. Her eyes are wide and dark with desire, and it makes his cock give one last desperate little twitch.
“Oh my God,” she gasps, and Roy gives her a lazy grin, “Oh, God, Roy, that was so hot. Oh my God.”
He hums and dips down to kiss her again, and when he pulls back, he moves to stretch out next to her once more. He trails a hand down her stomach before shifting it lower, letting it rest over her groin and watching the way her chest rises and falls with her hitching little breaths.
“Let me return the favour, sweetheart?” He asks and squeezes his hand gently, drawing another gasp from her, “Just my hand, Dickie, c’mon, want to make you come, too.”
She hesitates, but Roy can see the desire that’s still in her expression, and he drags his hand back up before slipping it down the front of her pants. She gasps, grinding instinctively up against his hand when he strokes his knuckles over her slit through the thin cotton of her panties.
“Let me finger you, baby girl,” he coaxes, fingers pressing down a little more insistently, and Dick whimpers as she pushes up against them again.
“Okay,” she says, her voice gone high and breathless, and Roy has to bite down on the smirk that tries to curl his lips, “Please, yes, Roy, do something.”
“Shh,” he sooths, and then he slips his hand free. He hushes her again when she whimpers and makes quick work of popping the button of her jeans and sliding the zipper down so he’ll have a little more room to work.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he reassures her, and when he slides his hand back in this time, he does so beneath her underwear. Her pussy is so warm under his palm that he has to groan, a shudder running through him as he imagines how much hotter she’ll be inside. He just cups her for a moment, getting used to the feel of her, and she shifts her hips almost impatiently as she calls his name.
Roy just chuckles.
“Patience, Dickie,” he teases, but even as he’s saying the words, he moves to drag the tip of one finger up the length of her slit, drawing a high whine from her throat. “Like that?” He asks, ducking his head so he can nip at her shoulder, “C’mon, spread a little wider for me, baby girl.” She obeys easily, her chest rising and falling rapidly as Roy rewards her by sliding his finger in a little deeper. He traces along her slit a few more times before he actually slides it into her cunt, and she gasps sharply as she draws her legs up slightly.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Roy coos at her, his finger stilling inside her, and, fuck, God, she’s just as hot as he expected, but she’s not wet enough yet – but Roy can fix that. “Just relax,” he tells her, and Dick shivers before forcing her legs back down; he presses a kiss to her shoulder and hums, ”Good girl.”
It makes Dick shudder all over, and Roy smirks as he slowly starts to drag his finger back out and then slides it back in. She’s so responsive, giving all these soft moans and quiet whimpers as he slowly gains speed, sliding a little more easily each time as her arousal grows and her pussy gets wetter. When he finally slides a second finger into her, she cries out and then reaches up to cover her mouth with a hand, and Roy chuckles.
“It’s okay,” he tells her again, and she looks at him wildly, her cheeks flushed such a deep shade of pink, “I like hearing you.”
She gives another whimper at that, and Roy dares to thrust in a little more roughly, which turns the sound into a moan as she clenches around his fingers.
“Oh,” she cries out, and Roy does it again, and again, and again, does it until she’s trembling all over, until the walls of her cunt are squeezing so tightly around his fingers that his cock is rising again in jealousy. He shifts his hand, despite the slight cramping it causes, and starts circling over her clit with his thumb, and then she’s gone, crying out loudly as her cunt contracts around his fingers and drenches them with her cum. He curls his fingers inside her and keeps rubbing her through it until she’s shaking all over and gasping in air to catch her breath.
He keeps going until she’s whimpering his name and reaching down to try and stop him, and Roy just groans at the way hearing his name on her lips like that makes him feel. “C’mon, Robin,” he tells her, “Bet you can come twice, sweetheart. Girls can do that, you know. Have you ever-?”
Dick just gasps and her grip on Roy’s arm tightens even as she keeps pushing down against his fingers, even as Roy dares to slide a third into her.
“N-no,” she finally says, “I… I haven’t- Not really.”
Roy groans, and he has to bury his face in her shoulder for a moment as his cock jerks at that revelation.
“You’ve never touched yourself like this, baby girl?” He asks, and she gives an embarrassed whine as she clenches around his fingers again.
“No,” she admits shyly, “I’ve never… Ah, Roy! Never mas-masturbated before.”
Jesus Christ.
He’s really the first person to ever touch her like this then, and, fuck, that shouldn’t make Roy feel as hot as it does. Fuck, fuck, fuck, that means he’s definitely going to be her first for everything else, too, shit.
Roy shifts, pushing himself up on his forearm so he can look at her.
“Robin, do you trust me?” He asks, and she looks up at him through wide eyes that are already so hazy with pleasure. Her mouth opens, but instead of responding, she just whimpers again as Roy starts thrusting his fingers in and out of her a little more roughly again. Finally, she gives a jerky nod, and Roy gives her a soft smile and drops a quick kiss to her lips, “Can I try something, baby? I gotta take your pants off for it.”
She hesitates at that, and Roy can see the question in her eyes, so he cuts her off.
“I wanna taste you, Dickie,” he tells her, and the way her eyes blow wide lets him know she understands just what he means, “Please, sweetheart? Been told I’m great at it, you’ll love it. Want you to come in my mouth, baby.” He kisses her again, and then he dips down to kiss her neck. “I’ll make you feel so fucking good,” he promises, the words pressed into her skin, and she reaches for the back of his head, her fingers twisting into his hair. She doesn’t shove him down, though, but Roy shudders just at the thought that she might want to.
He doesn’t mind having a demanding partner. To be completely frank, it’s pretty fucking hot. Donna gets that way sometimes, and so does Garth, so desperate for pleasure that they’ll start shoving him around where they want him, holding his head down until he can hardly breath as he goes down on them. It’s good; it makes him feel proud that they like what he’s doing so much.
He can sense that Dick is still feeling hesitant and not a hundred percent comfortable or sure of herself, but, fuck, the thought that she wants this and is just warring with herself makes him moan against her neck.
“Please,” she finally says, and her voice is so thin, shivering over every syllable as she continues, “Please, Roy, yes. Yes, you can- I want you to-.”
“You want me to go down on you,” he says, a needless clarification that’s meant more to tease her, and she shivers and clenches around his fingers again as she moans and then nods.
“Yes.”
Well, then, who is he to deny her?
Roy slides his fingers free of her, and the sad little whine she gives strokes his ego perfectly. For a second, he thinks about slipping those fingers into his mouth to suck them clean, but, shit, no, he wants his first taste to be straight from the source. He forces himself up instead, and leans in to give her another deep kiss before he starts moving lower. He shuffles lower over her until he can settle between her legs, and his mouth trails down her chest and stomach the whole way until he finally pulls back in order to drag her jeans and her underwear down.
He groans at the sight, and can’t help leaning in to press a kiss over the dark curls covering her pussy before he lays down between her legs.
“Gorgeous,” he murmurs, and she whimpers and rolls her hips up as his breath ghosts over all that sensitive skin. The lips of her vagina are all wet and puffy with her arousal, and the musky scent wafting off of her makes his cock leak a little against his already dampened sweats.
He curls his hands under her ass, lifting her slightly to get a better angle and then he leans in and drags his tongue up her slit to get his first taste of her. She gives a strangled little cry, and the grip in his hair tightens as she draws her legs up together to bracket his face. Just that one taste has Roy groaning and pushing in deeper, fucking his tongue up into the space his fingers had vacated and tasting the fluids still clinging to her walls from when he’d made her come.
Her cries begin to rise louder, growing more and more shrill as Roy fucks her on his tongue and reaches a hand up so he can pinch and rub at her clit. Her thighs tighten around his head even more, and Roy moans as he forces himself to pull back so he can actually suck at her clit – a move that has her jerking beneath him as the pleasure surprises her. It only encourages Roy to work harder, and he flicks his tongue over her clit a few times as he slides two fingers back up into her wet cunt and spreads them wide. He tongues over her clit for a few seconds longer before dropping lower again, licking into the gap left by his spread fingers.
She rocks down against his face, and Roy moans, unable to stop himself from grinding down against the mattress beneath him. Fuck, if he doesn’t get his cock inside of her soon, he’s going to lose his damn mind, holy shit. He just needs to get her to come one more time first, and it shouldn’t be too hard. He doubles down on his efforts, fingers pulling away in favour of going back to lifting her hips as he forces himself harder against her pussy until it’s all he’s breathing it, all he can smell and taste as he alternates between quick, harsh jabs of his tongue up into her and slower suction that sounds filthy and wet even to his own ears.
She starts pulling at his hair eventually, her voice constantly breaking up with moans as she tries to call out to him, to warn him, and Roy just works harder in anticipation of the flood that’s to come.
And it does feel like a flood, Christ. Roy does what he can to swallow it down, but it still soaks over his chin and his cheeks, too, and when he finally starts to pull back, he can feel how his face must be glistening with her slick. He eases her down, licking gently over her clit and the lips of her cunt, almost as if he’s cleaning her up, and drags the back of his arm over his mouth when he finally sits himself back up.
He moves to straddle Dick once more, dipping down to kiss her hard and letting her get a sense of his own urgency, allowing her to taste herself in his mouth, and he can’t keep himself from grinding down against her. She pants against his lips, a frenzied look in her eyes as she pulls back to lick at the mess still on Roy’s chin, and he can’t stop himself from sliding two fingers back into her, and, shit, she sounds so wet as he starts moving them in and out.
“Fuck, Dickie,” Roy groans as he ruts against her hip, “I wanna fuck you so bad, baby girl. Wanna make you feel so good.” He nips at her jaw, and then steals a kiss as he slides his fingers back into her and curls them, “C’mon, you wanna fuck, sweetheart? God, your cunt feels so good, feel even better around my cock. Could fill you up so well.”
Dick gasps and closes her legs, which really only traps Roy’s hand where it is rather than relieving the sensation like she was probably going for. “We- We can’t!” She whines and then gasps again when Roy starts rubbing all along her walls, “I- I don’t have any condoms.”
Roy hums, and kisses her cheek again. “We don’t need one,” he reassures her, and when she starts to protest, Roy starts rubbing circles over her clit with his thumb, effectively cutting her off, “Come on, baby. I bet you’re on the pill.”
She blushes a pretty shade of pink and bites down on her lip, and Roy groans.
“I- I- Yes, but-” Dick stammers, soft whines interrupting every word as he continues to toy with her. Roy cuts her off with another kiss, fucking his tongue into her mouth until she’s squirming and whining beneath him. When he finally pulls back, she’s panting, gasping for breath as she tries to pull her thoughts back together. All she really manages to get out is, “Wait, but- I can’t- Roy!”
“Hey,” he says gently, and presses a careful kiss to her lips as he meets her wide eyes. He can see the desire in them, can see the conflict, and it makes his cock twitch. She wants this, too. “I promise I’m clean, Dickie,” he goes on, even if that’s not strictly speaking true – he probably is, but he shouldn’t be promising her anything. He’s had a fair bit of unprotected sex already, and, well, none of his partners have ever said they had anything, but that doesn’t necessarily mean they didn’t.
But. They probably didn’t. Surely if he’d caught something, it would have shown up in one of Ollie’s many blood tests by now; it’s been a little while since he slept with someone new, at least. And, God, he’s so close, he can practically taste it; he doesn’t want to make her worry about something that probably doesn’t even matter.
Dick is wavering, her legs splaying open once more as she starts to relax, and Roy takes advantage, fucking his fingers in and out of her now and watching as her chest starts rising and falling faster.
“I- Roy,” she says, and he just fucks into her harder, “Roy!”
He feels a little guilty, because he does have a sleeve of condoms in his room, but he doesn’t want to use them. Not even because he doesn’t want to go get them or anything like that; he left them behind on purpose, after all.
Raw is just so much better.
“I’ll pull out, baby girl,” he adds, talking over her, even though he’s got no intention of doing so when the time comes – what’s the point, if she’s on the pill? “How does that sound?” He prompts, “It’s gonna feel so good, Robbie, you’re gonna love it, I promise. It’s gonna be fine.”
She whimpers, pushing down against his fingers as the muscles in her abdomen flex. “I don’t know,” she says, and turns bright eyes towards him as she starts clenching around his fingers, “Roy, we really shouldn’t.”
He’s almost got her, he just knows it.
“Is this your first time, Robin?” He asks gently, a fire already building in his gut because he’s pretty sure the answer is yes; the blush that spreads across her cheeks as she bites her lip is confirmation enough. He tries to keep the hunger off his face as he reassures her. “Hey, I promise I’ll make it good for you, baby,” he murmurs, and brushes a kiss over her cheek, “It’s gonna feel even better without a condom, anyway.”
He drags her right to the edge, and then slides his fingers out of her, reveling in the distressed, needy whimper she lets out. He moves over on top of her, keeping himself just slightly above her as he starts to kiss down her chest, licking over her nipples and then moving lower.
“It’s okay, Dickie,” he whispers against her skin, “Want you so fuckin’ bad. Let me make you feel even better, baby girl.” He kisses lower still, dipping his tongue into her navel and watching her shiver beneath him.
“You promise to pull out?” Dick asks finally, and her voice trembles in a way that almost makes Roy feel bad. Or, maybe more than almost, but still not enough to make him change his mind.
He wants to be inside her so bad.
“Yeah, of course, sweetheart,” he tells her, and smooths his hand over her stomach before he pushes himself up to look down at her, “Would I lie to you?”
Dick shivers, biting down on her lip as she looks up at Roy with so much hesitation warring with the trust in her eyes.
“Okay,” she says softly, and Roy gives her a gentle smile.
“Thank you, baby girl,” he purrs, and then he leans down to press his lips over hers. He nibbles gently at her bottom lip and dips his hand lower until he can tease a finger along her wet slit again, and she shivers beneath him once more. He presses a chaste kiss to her lips before he sits up. “I promise it’s going to feel so good, Robbie.”
He slips that finger in deeper and then adds another, parting the folds of her cunt, and he can’t quite hold back a groan at the sight of them glistening with slick from earlier. Just the thought of putting his cock inside her makes it jerk and twitch between his legs. He pulls back to quickly strip out of his sweats, and then returns, settling in between her legs eagerly and grabbing both of her thighs.
“Put these up over my legs, baby girl,” he instructs, and she obeys easily, her chest rising and falling in quick little bursts as her blush travels down her neck, “Yeah, just like that.” Roy grabs onto his cock, then, and leans forward, guiding it up against her pussy. He rubs the head of it up and down her slit a few times, getting the tip nice and wet in lieu of trying to use spit, and then he guides it back down to the opening of her cunt and starts pressing in.
Dick gasps and tries to pull her legs closed, but Roy is able to reach down and stop one of them; after he pushes the head of his cock in fully, he grabs onto the other one and holds it down, too.
“Roy,” Dick protests, and her voice sounds wet in a way that makes his stomach do some rather unpleasant flips that only get worse when he looks up and sees tears beading up in the corners of her eyes.
“Hey, shh,” he murmurs, rubbing his thumbs into her thighs as he keeps his hips still, “Shh, Robbie, it’s alright. I know, it’s bigger than my fingers were, but you can take it. I know you can. Just breathe, sweetheart.”
She swallows down several gasping breaths before she gets her breathing under control, and Roy keeps up the gentle massaging over her thighs. It’s killing him to keep himself still, but all conniving aside, he wants Dick to enjoy this; especially if it really is her first time.
She’s-
She’s Robin. Anyone would be lucky to be given that honour, and Roy knows he’s no exception. Hell, he’d nearly fought Wally for it before Garth got involved and started calling the shots.
It feels like an eternity before Dick gives a shivering little breath and says, “Okay. Okay, Roy, you can- You can move. Just-” She shudders again, and Roy makes an encouraging noise in the back of his throat, “Go slow. Please?”
“Of course, baby girl,” Roy answers, and she meets his smile with an anxious one of her own, “I told you, Robin, I’m gonna make this so good for you.”
She gives him a tight little nod and then exhales, and Roy slowly pushes another inch of his cock into her. Fuck, fuck, she’s even tighter against his cock than she was against his fingers, and it makes her feel hotter, too. Shit. Roy’s glad he’s not a virgin himself, because if he was, he’d surely end up coming before he’s even fully inside of her. He pauses again when Dick’s breath hitches, when she reaches down towards him, and he slides one hand up her thigh and over her belly to meet it. He twists their fingers together, letting her hold on and squeeze back as tightly as she needs to as he pushes forwards again.
He groans as his cock forces her open wider, making her fit him, and she clenches around him with a whine that has him bucking forwards sharply. She cries out, wincing beneath him, and Roy stills again, murmuring out apologies as he rubs his thumb over the back of her hand.
“H-How much is left?” She asks him after a second, and Roy can’t help the slight smile that curls his lips; she’s just so fucking cute.
“A little more than half, Dickie,” he says, and her eyes go wide as her grip on his hand tightens.
“It’s not going to fit,” she gasps, and Roy chuckles, “Fuck, Roy… Roy, it already feels so big, I- It’s- I feel so full, I don’t think I can take the rest.”
“You can,” Roy tells her, and his voice takes on the edge of confidence that he uses when they’re in the field, when he’s leading at her side, “You can, and you will, Robin.”
Something in her expression steels at that, and Roy smiles down at her proudly as he pushes in further still. She whines, squirming beneath him, and instead of continuing to push in, Roy starts to pull out; when he’s back to only having the head of his cock inside her, he pushes forwards again, sliding in a little more smoothly and then forcing himself just a bit deeper than he’d been before he pulled out. She gasps beneath him, hips jerking away before pushing down against him, and Roy grins.
“That’s it,” he encourages, and starts pulling out to repeat the motion, “Just like that, sweetheart.” She gives a startled moan the next time he pushes back into her, and Roy wets his lips as he looks down at her hungrily.
Two more long thrusts like that and he’s sheathed fully inside of her, and Roy lets go of her hand to smooth the palm of his over her stomach.
“That’s all of it, baby girl,” he tells her proudly, “You did it, Robbie; the hard part’s over.”
He glances up, and the tentative grin on her lips makes his heart stop for a second.
“I think,” she gasps, and Roy shudders as she clenches around him, “I think the hard part’s–ahh– inside me.”
Roy snorts, and she breaks into anxious giggles that have Roy folding down over her to steal a kiss. He rests his forehead against hers when they part, and he closes his eyes for a moment as he shifts his hips, pulling out slowly and sliding back in just as gently. Her breath stutters where it’s landing over his lips, and she reaches up to clutch at his shoulders.
“Feel good, sweetheart?” He purrs, blinking his eyes open again to look down at her as he lifts his head slightly; she looks back at him, her own eyes looking a little dazed, and her mouth drops open on a wordless cry as he starts pushing into her faster in shorter little half-strokes. Her nails bite into his skin, and Roy groans and drops down to start sucking a mark into her neck.
“Roy,” Dick gasps, and arches up against him, “Oh, oh, fuuuuck, Roy, it’s- That’s-” She whimpers and lifts her legs to wrap them tightly around Roy’s waist, “Don’t stop. Please, it- It feels good, Speedy. Please don’t stop.”
Roy nips at her throat before he pulls back, trailing his lips along her jaw and up to her ear. “Not going to,” he promises and snaps his hips forwards into her again before pulling out a little further, “Told you, baby girl. Told you I’d make you feel good.” He slams into her again, and the next time he pulls out, he does it all the way, and then pushes in entirely with one sharp thrust that makes Dick yelp beneath him, her nails scratching down his back as her hands slip.
“Fuck, Dick, you feel so good,” he groans, eyes squeezing shut as he repeats the motion, and then does it again, and again, building up a steady rhythm that has Dick arching against him and clenching around him every time he pulls out, “Your cunt’s so fucking tight, sweetheart, so hot. Fuck.”
When he opens his eyes and looks down again, her face and chest are both a deep red, and he wonders if it’s embarrassment, too, or just the exertion. He smirks, and leans in to kiss her again, teeth dragging at her lip when he pulls back, leaving her panting and whining.
“Are you close, Robbie?” He asks, and she makes an embarrassed little squeaking noise as she looks up at him with wide eyes, “Hey, it’s alright. You’re doing so well, baby. Want you to come, it’s okay.”
She surges up to kiss him again, and clamps tightly around his cock as a rush of wetness slicks over it, and Roy groans as he starts thrusting into her even harder. She clings to him the whole time as he drives himself closer and closer, another burst of cum soaking over his cock, and he grunts like a damn animal as he ruts into her wet heat.
Then her nails are scratching at his back again before her hands are at the front of his shoulders, pushing at him.
“Roy,” she says, her voice gone high and shivery, but not enough to mask her urgency, her desperation, “Roy, you have to pull out. Roy, please.”
Roy groans like he’s fucking dying, but he manages to push himself up off of her, and the anxiety on her face steals his breath away. “I know,” he chokes out, because-
Because he can’t do it, he can’t look at her like this and fuck her over.
He pulls out of her, and then scrambles to move up her body, straddling over her waist as he gets his hand around himself and starts furiously jerking off. He looks up to meet her eyes again, reads the relief and the adoration in them, and he’s coming all over her chest in the next breath, shooting cum all over and between her breasts. She gasps in surprise, and it makes her chest heave so that the next spurt hits the underside of one of her tits.
Roy groans as he jerks himself through his orgasm, painting white streaks over her chest that make her look so fucking filthy that his cock gives one final little jerk like it wants to give more after its already been spent. He collapses against her, panting into her neck, and she squirms under his weight until he rolls over onto his side.
“Fuck, Dick,” he murmurs, and presses his lips to her shoulder.
She turns to look at him, and he winds an arm around her waist to hold her close.
“Rhiannon.”
Roy blinks sluggishly, nuzzling against her jaw, and frowns when he sees the nervous look on her face.
“Wha?”
“Rhiannon,” she says again, a fresh blush spreading over her cheeks as she tucks herself in against Roy’s chest. Her words are muffled, but intelligible enough, as she adds, “S’my name.”
Something swells and bursts inside Roy’s chest, and he drags her that much closer as he tucks his chin over her head. Something nags at the back of his mind, though, and it takes him a moment to place it – and he nearly laughs when he does. Because, fuck. Fuck.
Rhiannon Wayne-née-Grayson, former circus acrobat, now the darling of Gotham high society. Which means the Bat is Bruce Wayne, surely.
Holy shit.
And, God, but he’s met her. How had he not seen it?
“Rhiannon,” he says softly, testing it out, and she shudders against him. He chuckles and starts humming, and she groans, headbutting his chest.
“No,” she protests, and Roy just grins wider.
“Takes to the sky like a bird in flight and who will be her lover?” He sings, and she huffs out a groan.
“You’re the worst, I regret telling you already,” she whines, and Roy nuzzles down into her hair and presses his lips to her head.
“No you don’t,” he says, and she sighs.
“No,” she agrees and shuffles against him to get more comfortable, “I don’t.”