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The first time it happened, Dick had been living with Bruce for all of 6 months. It was quick, chaste, and so wholly unexpected that Bruce froze.
It was incredibly quick. Dick, dressed in his striped blue pajamas that Alfred had insisted he wear after Dick insisted he slept in nothing but his underwear, had climbed into Bruce's lap and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.
“Goodnight, Bruce,” the boy had smiled. Then he'd pushed off the chair Bruce was sitting in and left the room.
That was normal right? Kids kissed their parents goodnight? Maybe not usually on the lips, but it wasn't unheard of. And Dick did grow up with a very affectionate family, so maybe this was just part of his traditions, something completely normal that Bruce was freaking out about for no reason.
Bruce hadn't had affection, a true kiss on the lips moment, in a long while. Sure he'd kissed his dates, but that was all cover up, part of an act... There was no act with the easy affection from Dick. Bruce couldn't remember the last time he'd felt someone else truly caring for him in a physically affectionate sort of way before Dick. He was just a sweet kid who wanted to show his feelings after all. Bruce, after reflecting, decided this was a perfectly acceptable situation. Dick wanted to show affection, and Bruce could accept it.
So Bruce allowed the new tradition of goodnight kisses. He'd permit Dick a hug and a kiss each night before bed. Bruce would never instigate, but he soaked in all the affection Dick gave out.
Except the lips were uncomfortable, a challenge Bruce couldn't fully understand. The teasing soft pressure against his sensitive skin alighted feelings that Bruce was not wanting to associate with his ward. Therefore, after dealing with it for a few weeks (long enough to hopefully assure Dick he cared), Bruce started subtly turning his head so that Dick's lips would catch his cheek. Dick allowed it exactly twice, then on the third time, he caught Bruce's face in his small palms and turned Bruce to face him.
Their eyes met, Bruce felt his own widen in alarm before Dick smiled and pecked him on the lips with a loud smack.
“Dick,” Bruce tried once Dick let go, “you know that's not…” Bruce struggled to say the words as Dick’s guileless blue eyes stared up at him.
“Not what, Bruce?”
Bruce couldn't look away from Dick’s quivering bottom lip, plush pink and ready to pout. “Nevermind, thank you, Dick.”
Dick smiled brightly, “Goodnight, Bruce!”
As the small boy bounced up the stairs Bruce knew that was his last attempt and he resigned himself to accept his fate.
Well, it wasn't exactly a hardship per se. Bruce had to admit, he never disliked the affection. Still, when Dick's lips lingered, when the child grew into a handsome young adult, when the teenager still tipped up to press light kisses onto his lips… Bruce knew his own feelings were the problem.
Dick occasionally would catch Bruce while he was standing. The boy would leap lightly up on his toes, loop his arms around Bruce's neck and tug him down for the kiss. But mostly Dick liked to wait until Bruce was seated. When Bruce couldn't dodge or ignore him and was forced to focus fully on Dick. In the cave chair, in his recliner, even on a kitchen stool– it didn't matter. Once Dick could access Bruce's lap, he'd take full advantage of sliding across Bruce's thighs, his hands caressing innocently across Bruce's chest, and grabbing Bruce's biceps to steady himself. Then he would arch gracefully towards Bruce's face, all smiles, fluttering eyelashes and a pucker of lips.
Bruce's restraint became more tested every day. Dick had always been an adorable child– bright blue eyes contrasting against his glossy dark hair and golden round cheeks– but now the baby fat had melted into devastating, sharp angles, his lips were full and plump, his eyes a fathomless blue and lean strong muscles covered his body. Everywhere Dick, or Robin for that matter, went heads would turn and eyes would linger.
Dick's growth felt subtle. One moment there was a bright eyed young boy clambering in Bruce's lap and the next there was a sultry teenager, graceful limbs and smooth skin slipping into the chair with him. When had it become so much harder to think of Dick as an innocent child? Logically Bruce knew Dick was growing up but the nightly kisses just one day flipped from a slightly uncomfortable affection that Bruce could allow himself to enjoy into a temptation that threatened to over take and drown him daily.
Bruce was no exception to the desire Dick left in his wake, but Bruce did have to live in close proximity. He received the kisses, the touches, the hugs that everyone wished they could have until he felt like he would vibrate out of his skin. All of the care and affection from Dick compounded and piled on him until every little glance, every little brush of skin, felt like it would be the final straw and he'd burst.
Bruce sat at his computer chair, absolutely on edge. Dick had trotted off to the showers immediately once they'd come in from patrol and Bruce forced himself to steadfastly avoid the showers. He'd just wiped himself down, pulled on clean sweats and focused on logging the reports.
All Bruce could think about was what was about to happen. Sure he typed, filed, and organized the evening's reports, but the anticipation of Dick emerging from the showers boiled. Bruce knew what to expect– Dick would approach, freshly showered and sweet smelling with his hair slightly damp, dressed in sleepwear probably of too short shorts and half a shirt like he wore nowadays, and slide right into Bruce's lap. Bruce tensed at the thought. His lap was cold and empty, his heart rate was steady, and his breathing was currently controlled.
That was all being threatened.
Bruce was hyper aware as he heard the soft footsteps approaching from behind. He felt the chair shift as Dick gripped the back and then his sight, scent, and lap were filled with Dick.
Bruce stiffened as the soft lips caressed and lingered against his. All these years and he still couldn't be normal about this.
“Dick,” Bruce pulled all his strength, "Don't you think you are a bit too old for this?”
Dick's lips turned up in a smile as he brought his hands to the sides of Bruce's face, forcing Bruce's attention like he tended to do anytime Bruce tried to escape. The teen shifted slightly, and adjusted so that instead of sitting daintily across Bruce's lap sideways, he swung a leg over and bracketed his thighs on the outside of Bruce's, putting them chest to chest and providing Dick with a bit of higher ground.
“I don't know Bruce,” Dick's smile was positively wicked as he looked down at Bruce's face and Bruce felt something he tried not to name churning in his gut. "Don't you think I'm just finally the right age for this?”
Later Bruce might regret, might dwell on the inappropriate actions, but as Dick leaned back down and kissed him again he pressed back for the first time. His hands reached as he gave into the rolling temptation and he wrapped a hand around Dick’s waist to hold him steady and the other caressed up the side of Dick's face.
Bruce felt the fire, something only Dick had ever been able to really ignite, grow to a roaring blaze inside himself. Suddenly the chaste embrace wasn't enough.
His fingers tightened from where he held on and he ran his tongue across Dick's lips for entrance. His boy gasped, a perfect sound, and Bruce licked inside. He chased Dick's tongue, worked his hands into Dick's hair and pulled the boy closer against him. Dick was trembling in his arms and Bruce felt satisfaction at the reimbursement for all the years of his suffering. Unable to taste, unable to claim what was so obviously his all along and now Dick was ready to fall to pieces at his simple reciprocated touch.
Bruce felt the hunger and desire crash through him as he stood. Dick gave a startled shout, but Bruce easily took his weight, carrying him to the nearby worktable. He could feel Dicks hardness pressing against his stomach where the boy's legs wrapped tightly around.
Bruce's hand could span the width of Dick's groin with ease and he pressed his palm against Dick's clothed cock as his fingers tickled against Dicks stomach.
Dick gasped and pressed back against his hand with a whine.
“Dick,” Bruce couldn't help the smirk, “do you need me to help you with that?”
Dick's sound was musical. Part plea, part whine, part moan. Bruce ground his palm lightly down on the boy's crotch before grazing his fingers at Dick's waistband.
“Show me, Dick,” Bruce didn't pull any further but he didn't need to. The teen beneath him arched up and pushed his own pants down. His small, hard cock slapped up on his stomach and Dick grasped himself to tug at his cock.
Bruce watched, transfixed for a moment, before covering Dick's hand with his own. His hand completely engulfed Dick's hand and cock but the touch sent Dick rocketed up with a shout as he came all over himself.
Dick whimpered as he let go of himself, but Bruce immediately pulled him into another deep kiss, refusing to allow Dick any shame.
“Don't worry chum, that's just to take the edge off. Let's get you cleaned up and I'll tuck you into bed properly tonight.”