50kinkyways fic 1, Safe in Your Hands

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Title: Safe in Your Hands
Author: ilyena_sylph
Pairing: Dick Grayson/Roy Harper
Rating: NC-17++
Prompt: Collars (39)
Word Count: 3,863
Tags: dick/roy
Warnings: It's kinkfic. It's slash, and it's explicit. Doesn't that cover everything?
Setting: Some indeterminate time before "Graduation Day"
Feedback: Yes, please!
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sure. Surely DC has more important people to watch.


The first touches of sure, callused hands had not awakened him--those hands were better-known than his own, and implicitly trusted--but a faint, metal-moving clink pulled him towards awareness, //Dick? What do y--//

The half-awake, sleepy question was suddenly cut off, answered by the slow caress of (body-warmed?) leather along his throat, metal rings jingling faintly as the kidskin of the lining slid butter-soft over his skin, guided by one strong hand as it slipped around his throat. Dick's other hand gently brushed his hair away from the back of his neck, baring it to let him slip the tongue through the buckle--he couldn't see it, but he could hear the soft hiss as it slid under the metal--and tighten it against his skin until the edges started to bite gently into his throat.... He gasped, throat opening--and the leather bit down tighter, making him gasp again. He felt himself shudder at the touch, at the warm feel of the leather and the feather-brush of his lover's hands... and it was no surprise at all that he was already rock-hard and shaking, waiting for Dick's voice and will.

"Oh... this is good, then?" He couldn't help the slight tremble at the warm, pleased tone of that first soft noise, and moaned a soft, "yes," nodding just slightly, careful not to dislodge the collar. It'd been a while since they did this, given their hectic lives, but... he'd been wanting this kind of freedom--and Dick'd seen it. //He always did,// Roy thought as he felt Dick's hands work the buckle, sighing as it tightened that last bit, resting secure and heavy against his throat. He heard the soft noise that was the almost-laugh of Dick's pleasure and pressed up against the hand that stroked down over his shoulder, feeling the rows of calluses on that strong hand with a shudder. He could feel his pulse already racing, hear the way his breathing was out of control... and he didn't bother to try to slow either--all it would do was irritate his lover, and that he didn't want. Dick's hand caught the sheet and blanket draped over him and pushed it down with the heel of his hand, bare fingertips trailing lightly down his shoulder then his ribs, sending chain lightening flaring through his body at the touch to skin already unbelievably sensitized by Dick's mere presence and Dick's collar ringing his throat, giving him the freedom to feel so strongly... He swallowed back the moan--sudden, stronger pressure of black leather firm against his throat--but not before Dick heard it, and strong fingers pressed into his side firmly, stilling. "No. Don't hold back from me." Low voice, but just Dick's and he moaned this time, shifting slightly against that hand, turning his head, feeling the pressure of the collar change against his throat as he looked back over his shoulder to locate his lover--

--and the breath froze in his throat. Moonlight and city-light poured over that fantastic body from the window above the headboard--and he didn't have the words for how gorgeous Dick was like that. Black hair like satin falling on his cheeks and blue eyes dark with hunger, bare (god, that body) to the waistband of a thin pair of shorts that did nothing to hide his arousal, kneeling in the center of the bed at his hip (just back far enough not to be touching him) hand out and on him, resting over his side... He shuddered, and watched the curve of Dick's lips widen. "Better," brushed over his ears like a caress and that hand--Dick's right, he finally noticed--started moving again, pushing the sheets down, off his hip, turning to let Dick run palm and fingers over his hip in a strong, sure touch--and with Lian gone with Dinah for the weekend he hadn't bothered to wear anything to bed.... He watched Dick's expression flare hot and dropped his head back against the pillow, hearing the jangling of the D-rings as he did. Dick flicked the sheets off the end of the bed and long fingers stroked gently over his cock from base to tip, shockingly sudden intimate touch making him take a harsh breath (finally let him breathe again) and rock against it, //oh, god, please...//

"Mmm... I love how hard this gets you," that wicked black-velvet voice told him as those fingers slid over him again, curved enough to press first and second joint all along his cock in the best kind of tease. "You look--" he could almost hear the headshake as Dick cut himself off, did feel it through the bed as the pads of Dick's fingers slid through moisture at the tip of his cock and made him buck hard into it, crying out just to cope with the pleasure--and he jumped at a crack of flesh-on-flesh sound //what?!// He finally realized it was Dick snapping the fingers of his left hand when red-heat didn't jolt up his nerves and that voice made him shudder, hands flexing helplessly at the tone, "You know not to come before I say you may..." It wasn't a question, but it required an answer.

//In a mood, if that precise,// Roy noted a heartbeat after the immediate response, "Yes, Sir..." None of his usual mocking reply in that answer, the response that let him let go completely, turning everything but that bit of physical control over to Dick as his hips flexed again, pushing into his hand hungrily--Dick had said not to hide. He felt the bed move as Dick changed positions behind him, hand never moving away even though his right knee was now pressed lightly behind his thighs and the inside of his left thigh was just barely resting against the small of his back, //oh....// He could see in his head how Dick must be settled and bucked at the image, ass rocking back into the V of Dick's opened legs, eyes closed. Another breath, a heartbeat and he shuddered as Dick rubbed his thumb over the head of his cock--and trailed the fingers of his left hand ever-so-lightly over his throat, just under the pressure of the collar. One fingertip flicked a D-ring lightly in passing, making him jerk at the noise and press back against Dick's knees, almost desperate for more contact than just the hands on him--and the bed shifted slightly under them as Dick indulged him, pressure of his knees firming against him. He felt Dick's fingers splay open to stroke just above and below the leather around his throat along his jugular with slow, gentle strokes copied in the touch of his other hand....

"I wonder how long I could keep you like this," his lover voiced idly, right hand slipping down off his length to play almost languidly with his balls. Roy mewled, bucking into that touch and feeling two fingers slide just barely between his legs before Dick cupped his balls gently, possessively, touch sending frissions of sensation up and down his spine, and Dick was talking again, “How long it would be before you begged me for more...”

Roy shuddered at that thought, at Dick's voice--caught between desire and pride, honesty and arrogance--and he had to admit that Dick could make him beg, had, even. He pressed back against Dick's legs and rolled his hips into Dick's hand, moaning as he felt those long, strong fingers leave his balls and start to slide back between his legs, Dick's wrist and forearm pressed against his cock as the width of his hand started to press his legs open //oh god, Dick please.…// He realized too late he'd said that aloud, barrier between thought and lips already gone, and any annoyance at Dick's low, triumphant laugh was lost in the stroke of his fingers over that sensitive spot--what the hell was it called?--that sent a fire-shock of need through him again. "Mm... say that again..."

Then Dick's wrist was holding his legs open as his index-finger stroked over his asshole and he shifted to press against that touch, dry and not caring, "God, Dick, please...."--sudden tug at the D-ring against the side of his throat, felt like two of Dick's fingers wrapped possessively through it, pulling his head back so he was looking at Dick again, heart pounding, eyes wide //when did I open them?//, feeling his pulse in throat and cock and everywhere Dick was touching him.... The sight of how Dick had him was enough to make him shudder without the slow, teasing circles his finger was pressing against (into?) his body, blatant possession that made him gasp and writhe, eyes falling shut again as he let himself just writhe against that touch--and Dick pulled his hand away suddenly, yanking a cry of dismay and need from his throat. He snapped his eyes open, searching //what did I do you said you wanted--// and that hand curved gently under his cheek, cupping his jaw as his lover spoke gently, "Shh... easy. Everything's all right, and you'll get what you need, I promise... but I've been missing your mouth..."

//oh, okay...// Roy took a deep, shuddering breath to quell the almost-panic, pressing his jaw against Dick's hand with a nod--gods knew he didn't get the chance often enough, protesting wasn't even a possibility--which was obviously more than answer enough for Dick. His hand slid from side-ring to center and pulled and Roy followed, pushing up to help, not sure yet where Dick wanted him. Dick pulled him to sitting upright and then his other hand fastened in his hair low at the nape of his neck and Dick moved and was suddenly kissing him, mouth over his hot and wet--he just opened up, giving Dick whatever he wanted as Dick pressed his body hard against his chest. Black leather bit into his breath differently with every shift of his jaw, every stroke of Dick's tongue inside his mouth and every quick gasp of air--too much sensation to classify, to even know! The hand in his hair and lips and tongue devouring his and the hard, solid heat of Dick's body flush against his chest except where his arm was trapped between them still pulling the collar tight against the back of his neck all made him crazy and made his body arch up against Dick's.... His hands wrapped around Dick's hips, causing pleasure-shocks to sizzle up his spine at the feel of his lover's body under his hands again....

It might have been a minute, or an hour, before Dick stopped kissing him, leaving him panting like a girl and shaking, trying to get his eyes to open again, and Dick's hands pulled his mouth down against his shoulder, gymnast's body flexing up into the touch of his lips. He smiled against Dick's skin and licked at a scar he knew was there--and did it again at a soft, encouraging noise, nearly made mad by the knowledge of Dick's pleasure. He licked at that spot again, then sucked gently, teeth carefully behind his lips, and the hand in his hair pressed in gently, 'yes' in the touch making him gasp.... The hand hooked in the collar pulled him gently lower, pressing another spot against his mouth, demanding his attentions where Dick wanted them and nowhere else... Gods, but he could do this.

He licked at a long-known sensitive spot, rubbing his jaw against Dick's hard, solid chest for more contact, hands still curved around Dick's hips, fingers flexing with the need surging through him and slowly sliding back, curving around his ass to hold on. Dick's hands guided his mouth by grips in hair and throat--he was so rarely this obvious about how he wanted to be touched, what would please him--Roy drank it up, hearing himself moaning hungrily as Dick rose up onto his knees and slowly pushed him down, the combination moving him closer and closer to being able to give Dick what he wanted.... Every tug at the collar and shift in Dick's body, every soft noise of pleasure he coaxed from Dick's mouth made him hotter--he couldn't get harder, not when Dick was doing this, making him worship his body as he desired.... So good, having Dick's hands moving him, making him lick, or suck, or stop with differences in the feel of the grasp, not really letting him do what he wanted but taking what he chose instead....

He twisted his body, pulled his knees under him and dropped his ass onto his heels when the curve of his spine became too painful and he licked at the lines of Dick's abs hungrily, desperate flicking motions that moved his jaw and made the collar pull against his throat. He tried to drop his head further, needing to wrap his mouth around Dick's length, feel the hot slide of his lover's cock in his mouth and throat--and Dick held him still, slowly shifted his body with that perfect control until Roy could feel his tip pressed hot and wet to the underside of his jaw, and spoke--//lost the shorts, when, how?// "Tell me how you feel, my own... tell me what you want..."

He felt the shudder rip through him, down through shoulders and spine at the quiet, possessive command, and struggled to find the words, "I want You, god, please..." Second question first to buy himself a minute to try to think. "I... I need you, I can't think for how much I need to feel you, how good this is how glad I am you knew what I needed and I ache wanting you... Dick, Sir, please..."

The words fell off his lips, too open and honest for any other time but perfectly true and he heard Dick take a long, harsh breath, but the hand in his hair whispered, 'oh, yes...' and the fingers in the collar slowly let go, sliding along the leather in a strange not-touch to stroke over the buckle along his neck, freeing him to move as he wanted. He dropped his head, rubbing the not-stubbled upper curve of his cheek against Dick's length, breathing his scent hungrily... and kissed his tip lightly, tongue flicking through gathered moisture. He felt Dick shudder and licked him again, long, strong stroke of his tongue to keep from smiling--he'd known that would get to Dick, the contrast between his honestly desperate voice and the gentle first touch. He licked him again, then dropped his jaw slightly and wrapped his mouth around all of Dick's tip, sucking at the full, thick weight of him and the taste that exploded on his tongue, familiar musk and salt always so good....

He moved, bobbing his head, stroking his tongue over the hard so-smooth skin in his mouth hungrily. The collar's edge bit into his throat at the motion, making him gasp around Dick and suck him deeper--and Dick's hand in his hair tightened as his hips rolled, pushing deeper into his mouth, throat really as he swallowed hard around him. That pressed the sides of the collar against carotid and jugular and oh, god, Dick had his fingers through the left-side ring and was using that to move, fucking his mouth in a slow, sure rhythm.... He just gasped and sucked, breathing when he could, cheeks hollowing and filling in turn, moving with Dick in the best counterpoint he could manage given Dick's restraining hands. He knew his hips were moving in the same pattern despite the utter lack of contact--he didn't care, Dick knew how he reacted to this, wouldn't be surprised....

Far, far too soon, Dick stopped him, held his head still again and rolled his hips back to pull out of his mouth, thick and hard and dark and spit-slick in front of his eyes--he moaned unhappily, trying to follow.

"No, Roy... too good," Dick's voice was actually unsteady and Roy couldn't stop the smile, eyes tracking up Dick's body as he kept talking, "and I promised you something, after all...." Low, dark promise in that voice and Roy shuddered, shifting against the air--and Dick tugged at the collar again, pulling up. He followed willingly, tilting his head curiously--and was kissed again, Dick's tongue deep in his mouth, hand slipping out of his hair to stroke down his shoulder, over his back, the kiss gentle and sure until Dick pulled away again. "Lay down, my own," against his ear as Dick's fingers slipped out of the collar, hands on his sides telling him Dick wanted him on his chest--he went, stretching out with his legs spread and wrists crossed under his head, tipping his head back to feel the collar go tight against his throat. He listened to Dick move, feeling the shift of the bed as he raided the drawer of the bedside table, cool sheets torture against sweat-damp hot skin and his aching hard-on both, making him shift against them in a half-purposeful move--and Dick's hand cracked hard against his ass a heartbeat later, making him jump and gasp at the sting. "No," he growled in that black-velvet voice, "behave..."

Roy could hear the warning in that single word and stilled, aching, waiting for Dick to touch him again... The soft pop of his slick's cap coming open was obscenely loud in the silence of the room and his cock throbbed, breath catching in his throat even before slicked fingers settled high on his ass and slowly slid down, making him arch up into it despite the possibility of Dick's annoyance--

"Mm, that's so hot, my own... you want this, don't you?" Another of those not-questions that needed an answer, "Yes…. please, Dick, please..."

A slick finger pressed gently against his entrance, twisting in the same circles from earlier but sliding in almost instantly and god, he needed so much that it didn't even burn... No pain, just the slick, hot slide and pleasure that did more to stop his breathing than the collar ever had... He rocked back again, moaning softly, bracing against his crossed wrists and slightly bent knees to shift and change the angle just a little as Dick slid that finger deeper into him.

"I love watching you," velvet voice in his ears as Dick pulled his finger back, almost completely away //No!// only to give it back along with a second in one long, slow push until they were completely inside him and he was rocking back against them, feeling the collar tighten on his throat every time his shoulders flexed and gasping at that feel--

He shrieked, tossing his head back and nearly losing it as Dick pressed those fingers hard against his prostate and the leather bit into the back of his neck and tightened across his throat, finding himself on his knees when the fog of sensation cleared and he knew where he was again, Dick talking with that velvet voice gone harsh and hungry, the end of the sentence something like, "--ight now..." //Right now, maybe? What? In me, now? Yes, that would work...//

He shifted again, just a little, rocking on those fingers and Dick's free hand slid down his spine, "Not what I was expecting, but this works..." and his fingers flexed again, sliding out then deep and just barely avoiding that spot, making him whimper and rock--and Dick did it again, and again, fucking him with his fingers and teasing... All he could do was moan and writhe and take it until Dick was sliding three of those broad, strong fingers into him and making him whimper and buck, "Dick godsir please..."

"Please, what, my own?" voice as innocent as driven snow and Roy shuddered and begged, "Please, take me... please, I need you..."

"Yes," single, soft word that promised everything and Roy stilled as Dick pulled his fingers away and listened for the wet sound of Dick slicking himself--and the bed shifted under them as Dick's knees settled between his and one still-damp hand curled around his left hip to hold him still.... He heard himself whimper at the first slide of Dick's tip against him, teasing touch almost in the right place that slid lower until Dick's hand tightened and he pressed in, sliding hilt-deep with none of the caution some might have had and it was perfect.... Roy bucked back against him, gasping, and Dick's hot, sweat-slick weight settled against his back, hands wrapping around his forearms, holding as he moved and Roy couldn't not move with him, fighting down his orgasm with everything he had.

"Ohgod," he breathed, rolling his shoulders back even as he rocked his hips and Dick's mouth settled high on his shoulder possessively--if he left a mark it'd be visible even over a collared shirt and he didn't care, wanted it... The collar was going to leave marks anyway... "oh, god" he nearly lost it at that thought and the slide of Dick's cock inside him, biting at his lip attempting to distract himself and Dick moved again, and again, mouth working at his throat just below the collar, licking up over the leather and he heard himself start to beg as he moved with Dick...

"No," once as Dick moved, to one of the pleas that he wasn't sure were even in english anymore, "no," again, must be Dick doesn't speak Dineh, "no," why not gods please.... He half-heard his own, desperate cry of those same words, felt with stunning clarity the erratic buck of Dick's hips and heard his lover's voice against his ear, hot breath of two words, "Now, love," and everything melted into white-hot bliss, only distantly aware of his body's rough bucks as he came hard at the command…

…and when he came back to himself Dick had pulled them down onto their sides, still buried in him but not moving and not as hard and his throat stung with the odd sensation of a minutes-old bite and Dick's hand was stroking down his side gently. "Welcome back," his lover's soft words and Roy just nodded, completely sated and not quite back with the world yet, making a soft noise of agreement that Dick would understand, and he pressed back tighter against him.

"Easy, I'm not going anywhere," Dick's gentle voice told him and he settled down, fully intending to sleep. Dick's hand petted gently up his side towards his shoulder, then his neck, slipped back between them and he whined as Dick's fingers touched the buckle.

"No?" He shook his head in answer to that question, reaching up to pull Dick's hand away and tangle his fingers in Dick's, holding it against his chest. Not yet. Soon enough he'd pick the load back up, not right now....

"All right. Sleep, Roy. I've got you..." He nodded once to that, and let himself drop off into sleep, still holding onto and throat wrapped in the black leather symbol of the only safety he'd ever really had.

Comments

So, Part I?

[pervyficgirl.livejournal.com]

Dick's other hand gently brushed his hair away from the back of his neck, baring it to let him slip the tongue through the buckle--

The image of this alone makes me glad I was up late enough to read this hot off the presses. Because, damn. It implies both love and barely containable lust at the same time. It's. . . Dick and Roy, the way we know they feel about each other, summed up in one sentence. Or technically, half a sentence.

He gasped, throat opening--and the leather bit down tighter, making him gasp again.
And Dick's smile of delight at being able to lock the collar ever so much tighter is clear, even without being described. *g*

waiting for Dick's voice and will.

Good little sub.

He heard the soft noise that was the almost-laugh of Dick's pleasure and pressed up against the hand that stroked down over his shoulder, feeling the rows of calluses on that strong hand with a shudder
Every line in this story paints such a vivid picture - which is imperative in kink fic,even more so than your run of the mill fics - but this is one of my favorite "pictures" from this story. Roy says he's been needing this, and we know that Dick has seen that, but this shows that *this* Dick wants this as much as Roy does.

This completely works for me from Roy's POV, because trying to show Dick's POV would get in the way. And we'd be denied scenes like this: Moonlight and city-light poured over that fantastic body from the window above the headboard--and he didn't have the words for how gorgeous Dick was like that. Black hair like satin falling on his cheeks and blue eyes dark with hunger, bare (god, that body) to the waistband of a thin pair of shorts that did nothing to hide his arousal, kneeling in the center of the bed at his hip (just back far enough not to be touching him) hand out and on him, resting over his side.... As I mentioned in IM, seeing Dick through Roy's eyes made the story all the much more hotter. And yum.

"Mmm... I love how hard this gets you," that wicked black-velvet voice told him as those fingers slid over him again *flails.* You can't honestly expect me to have words for that, right? Because. . .I need fan art for this. And I adore the fact that here, with Roy collared beneath him, Dick feels free enough to be this casual - because even good, sane Dick is guarded. But not with Roy. Awww.

None of his usual mocking reply in that answer,
So. . .we'll get that in the spanking fic, right?

Roy shuddered at that thought, at Dick's voice--caught between desire and pride, honesty and arrogance--and he had to admit that Dick could make him beg, had, even.
Oh, Roy, of course he can. And this is another great example of when we *see* Dick through Roy's eyes. And we realize that damn, Dick makes a fantastic Dom.

Part II

[pervyficgirl.livejournal.com]

"Shh... easy. Everything's all right, and you'll get what you need, I promise... but I've been missing your mouth..."
*mutters incoherently.* Oh, my boys. I'm trying really hard not to connect that sentence with current canon, but it's hard. Also, the imagery of Dick saying that to Roy is what melted me into the pile of goo.

The hand hooked in the collar pulled him gently lower, pressing another spot against his mouth, demanding his attentions where Dick wanted them and nowhere else
I love this - because there's so much *trust* their, that allows Dick to *take* from Roy, when he won't from anyone else. I hope my meaning of take is clear there, because you killed my brain too much to have any hope of describing it more coherently.

"I... I need you, I can't think for how much I need to feel you, how good this is how glad I am you knew what I needed and I ache wanting you... Dick, Sir, please..."
Seriously? The image of a collared Roy calling Dick "Sir" is pretty much the greatest image ever. I sound like a retarded little fangirl in this feedback, but Christ (or the deity of your choice), I will be your retarded little fangirl after this story.

And there was a swatting! *joy*.

"Please, what, my own?" voice as innocent as driven snow
It's Naughty, Sly Dick the Dom. And it's a new kink of mine. *tosses away all thoughts of Dick the sub, because In Charge Nightwing is so much better.*

that he wasn't sure were even in english anymore,
Ahhh. I love when Roy gets so excited that he forgets to talk in English.

Soon enough he'd pick the load back up, not right now....

Squee!Flail! This is perfect, and it's perfect that it comes at the end of the story, and not the beginning.

So much of this works for me. . The way Roy's body automatically responds to Dick's touch. . . The implicit and unfailing trust that Roy has the minute Dick's hands reach him. . . This is *them* and this is *what they do in their bedroom.* The imagery is perfect, the sex (which I didn't bother quoting, because I frankly would have quoted the whole thing) is hot, and it's all around fabu, darling.

I liked it a lot, is what I'm trying to say.

Re: Part II

[ilyena_sylph]

""Shh... easy. Everything's all right, and you'll get what you need, I promise... but I've been missing your mouth...""
*mutters incoherently.* Oh, my boys. I'm trying really hard not to connect that sentence with current canon, but it's hard. Also, the imagery of Dick saying that to Roy is what melted me into the pile of goo.

It is? *grins* awesome. I love that I got you that much.

I love this - because there's so much *trust* there, that allows Dick to *take* from Roy, when he won't from anyone else. I hope my meaning of take is clear there, because you killed my brain too much to have any hope of describing it more coherently.

Meaning was perfectly clear, and yes. That's why it worked for them.

Seriously? The image of a collared Roy calling Dick "Sir" is pretty much the greatest image ever. I sound like a retarded little fangirl in this feedback, but Christ (or the deity of your choice), I will be your retarded little fangirl after this story.

*grins* You have no idea how long the three of us went roundabout over what Roy would and wouldn't call him and what it takes for even that to come out of his stubborn-proud mouth--that's when Dick knows he's got Roy in the palm of his hand, when Roy needs to say that title...

And there was a swatting! *joy*.

*G* Yes, yes there was.

It's Naughty, Sly Dick the Dom. And it's a new kink of mine. *tosses away all thoughts of Dick the sub, because In Charge Nightwing is so much better.*

Isn't he just wicked? *Grins* I gave you a new kink! Yay! (oh, nonono. Dick's a beautiful little sub sometimes, too. No throwing those thoughts away)

Ahhh. I love when Roy gets so excited that he forgets to talk in English.

I do, too, and I love that after Devin you can pretty much bet it's canon accurate. Who doesn't slip to their first language when... yeah.

Squee!Flail! This is perfect, and it's perfect that it comes at the end of the story, and not the beginning.

So much of this works for me. . The way Roy's body automatically responds to Dick's touch. . . The implicit and unfailing trust that Roy has the minute Dick's hands reach him. . . This is *them* and this is *what they do in their bedroom.* The imagery is perfect, the sex (which I didn't bother quoting, because I frankly would have quoted the whole thing) is hot, and it's all around fabu, darling.

I liked it a lot, is what I'm trying to say.

*beams* Yeah. For them, that had to be the ending, not the beginning.

I am joyous beyond belief that this works for you. *smiles* That's my boys, yes. Trust and faith and "This is *them* and this is *what they do in their bedroom*" YES! Yes yes yes it is. *beams* Squeeflailjoy! that you think the imagery is perfect, that's *hugs self giddily* I am also joyous that the sex is hot to someone not me. *hums in delight*

I'm so very, very glad.

Re: Part II

[pervyficgirl.livejournal.com]

It is? *grins* awesome. I love that I got you that much.

It melted me. Several times over.


*grins* You have no idea how long the three of us went roundabout over what Roy would and wouldn't call him and what it takes for even that to come out of his stubborn-proud mouth--

Well, yah for the three of you, because "Sir" works well for me. Roy is very stubborn, and I can't ever see him calling Dick "Master" (except maybe in a bizarro Alternate Universe), so "Sir" works well. Also? Dick's "my own" was ten thousand degress of perfect and only served to show how very well this works for them.

I gave you a new kink! Yay! (oh, nonono. Dick's a beautiful little sub sometimes, too. No throwing those thoughts away)
Yes, he's a lovely little sub. I suppose that's one of the reasons this hit me so hard - Dick wasn't the sub that we usually see him as, and it still worked perfectly, without missing a beat. And thus, I melted.

I am also joyous that the sex is hot to someone not me.
*glances up at the passages.* I'm relatively certain that's not possible. Even without the kink, the sex was still hot, and throwing in the kink just makes it more so. It was big with the yum.

Re: Part II edited

[ilyena_sylph]

It melted me. Several times over.

*is still squeeing about that*

Well, yah for the three of you, because "Sir" works well for me. Roy is very stubborn, and I can't ever see him calling Dick "Master" (except maybe in a bizarro Alternate Universe), so "Sir" works well.

*G* Yes, exactly. It would take some serious creepy AU *eyes you warily at the very MENTION of creepy AU* to break Roy to the point where that would be his title for Dick. I just can't see it.

Also? Dick's "my own" was ten thousand degress of perfect and only served to show how very well this works for them.

*trills happily* I'm soo glad that worked for you as well, b/c that was another fun little go round...
( pet? no pet
baby? no *disgusted look baby? no *digusted look*
boy? NO! No way!
lover? Well, duh, but not right now lover)

you get the picture, I'm sure. We finally stumbled over that one when I snapped at him "Well, what is he?" and Dick yelled back "Mine!"

Yes, he's a lovely little sub. I suppose that's one of the reasons this hit me so hard - Dick wasn't the sub that we usually see him as, and it still worked perfectly, without missing a beat. And thus, I melted.

*glee, and joy, and PURR* Yeah. This was very much not subby-boy. But he'll be back later.

*glances up at the passages.* I'm relatively certain that's not possible. Even without the kink, the sex was still hot, and throwing in the kink just makes it more so. It was big with the yum.

Thank you so much!
(your feedback makes me squee madly)

Re: Part II edited

[pervyficgirl.livejournal.com]

*is still squeeing about that*

I am still squeeing over this fic. I have re-read it three times today, just because it makes me happy.

*eyes you warily at the very MENTION of creepy AU*
*chuckles and neither confirms nor denies suspicions. But does count to 26.*

Dick yelled back "Mine!"
Which you followed with "Duh?"

*glee, and joy, and PURR* Yeah. This was very much not subby-boy. But he'll be back later.
As long as Dick the Naughty, Wicked, Sly Dom gets to come back and play too. I'm awfully fond of him.

Re: Part II edited

[ilyena_sylph]

I am still squeeing over this fic. I have re-read it three times today, just because it makes me happy.

*happiness*

*chuckles and neither confirms nor denies suspicions. But does count to 26.*

*bites lip nervously*

"Dick yelled back "Mine!""
Which you followed with "Duh?"

Pretty much, yeah. It seemed the correct response at the time. Still does.

As long as Dick the Naughty, Wicked, Sly Dom gets to come back and play too. I'm awfully fond of him.
Oh, my yes. He's waaaay too strong a muse to go away that easily. He's sticking around.

Re: So, Part I?

[ilyena_sylph]

The image of this alone makes me glad I was up late enough to read this hot off the presses. Because, damn. It implies both love and barely containable lust at the same time. It's. . . Dick and Roy, the way we know they feel about each other, summed up in one sentence. Or technically, half a sentence.

*beams* I'm glad you were, too, and... that was what I was after, through all of this.

And Dick's smile of delight at being able to lock the collar ever so much tighter is clear, even without being described. *g*

You have no idea at my joy that you know this.

Good little sub.

He tries. He really tries. *nodnod* Except when he doesn't of course, ;)

Every line in this story paints such a vivid picture - which is imperative in kink fic,even more so than your run of the mill fics - but this is one of my favorite "pictures" from this story. Roy says he's been needing this, and we know that Dick has seen that, but this shows that *this* Dick wants this as much as Roy does.

Thank you!! *nodnod* Pictures are critical, yes. And I liked that one, too.

This completely works for me from Roy's POV, because trying to show Dick's POV would get in the way. And we'd be denied scenes like this:.... As I mentioned in IM, seeing Dick through Roy's eyes made the story all the much more hotter. And yum.

I had to make myself cut that and cut that and cut that before it sounded like Roy and not like a Nightwing-obsessed fangirl. I'm overjoyed that it worked the way I wanted it to.

*flails.* You can't honestly expect me to have words for that, right? Because. . .I need fan art for this. And I adore the fact that here, with Roy collared beneath him, Dick feels free enough to be this casual - because even good, sane Dick is guarded. But not with Roy. Awww.

*grins* If you find someone to do art for this, I will love you forever and a day… and… yeah. Just… yeah. You got it.

"None of his usual mocking reply in that answer,"
So. . .we'll get that in the spanking fic, right?

That would be a logical assumption, yes.

Oh, Roy, of course he can. And this is another great example of when we *see* Dick through Roy's eyes. And we realize that damn, Dick makes a fantastic Dom.

Yeah. He really does. He loves too hard not to want to take care of what's his.

Re: So, Part I?

[pervyficgirl.livejournal.com]

You have no idea at my joy that you know this.

Well, you portrayed Dick so well as Naughty, Sly, Wicked, Having a Good Time While Helping My Friend With His Issues Dom that it is fairly apparent. ;)

Except when he doesn't of course, ;)
*wants to read that fic.*

it sounded like Roy and not like a Nightwing-obsessed fangirl.
I am not overly certain that Roy is *not* a Nightwing-obsessed fanboy, so your bias didn't show too badly at all.

Re: So, Part I?

[ilyena_sylph]

*grins* glad it was obvious!

*grins again and thoroughly agrees* Now, to just get Roy to be a brat...

*chucklesnickerflail* You do have a point about that. I mean, between "i never get tired of seeing that" and "i've got him now..." Yeah.

Re: So, Part I?

[pervyficgirl.livejournal.com]

Now, to just get Roy to be a brat...

I do not see this being a challenge.

Re: So, Part I?

[ilyena_sylph]

No, neither do I, honestly. He does brat so well.... *G*

[senmut]

manohmanohmanohman

I could quote a million times over from this. I have not seen this particular 'kink' played out so well in fiction since...well, never in all my time of reading fic by other people online. pervyficgirl did an excellent breakdown and I agree with everything she pointed out.

Again, the feeling of a long established couple is what really, really makes this work so well for me.

I absolutely hate that I was at work last night.

I told you this was going to break my brain when I got to see it all in one place.

[ilyena_sylph]

*beams and purrs* I'm so happy this worked for you!

...really? *itty-bitty overjoyed voice* That's... yay!

And pervyfigirl is completely amazing and leaves some of the best feedback on the planet.

*happiness* That's exactly what I wanted.

So did I, hon! I knew you would, but... *sulk*

*is happy that it was sufficently good*

[senmut]

Kudos....*bows to the Mistress*

I cannot even begin to express the sincere admiration and love I have for this fic! You are...wow. Amazing.

[ilyena_sylph]

Thank you, hon... but you're damned good, too, and not so slow as I am.

*happysquee*

[senmut]

I refuse to stand on your step when it comes to writing fic like this...I can't. What little smut escapes me writing solo is a very pale shadow of anything I used to write, and nowhere near what you and a rare few others give everytime with your tasty yummy hotness writing.

[ilyena_sylph]

*takes this to IMs once you get home*

[senmut]

*snerk*

[midorihime.livejournal.com]

I just woke up about half an hour ago, and so far, the morning has been spectacularly shitty.

Then I get online and see this.

God.

*flail!squee!*

Well, let's just say this fic made getting up in the morning completely worth it. I can't even really quote one or two spots that really got to me. I'd end up quoting the whole damn fic. This peek into Roy and Dick's life just works for me. It's the way it should be. This is such an accurate portrayal of the innate trust they have in each other. I can't even coherently express my delight and joy in this fic. My birthday is coming up in september, but waking up to fics like this make it seem like it's my birthday EVERY day. ^____^

Hot damn. *flails and squees some more*

[ilyena_sylph]

Sorry your morning's being sucky. I hate days that start out like that. I'm really, really glad I could help, though! *beams*

*hums and purrs* Thank you!

I'm glad I helped redeem your day, and hey, you know, quote away. I'm always interested in knowing which lines got to people most *nodnod* mainly because everyone reads differently.

It's the way it should be

Thank you! Thank you thank you! *joy* That's what I was looking for, the way to make this seem like it's just how things should be for them.

*bounces giddily, delighted you enjoyed*

[victoria-wayne.livejournal.com]

"I... I need you, I can't think for how much I need to feel you, how good this is how glad I am you knew what I needed and I ache wanting you... Dick, Sir, please..."

Yeah, about that. What she said, heh.

You've managed to really work my favourite kink right on, and man did I love it. Dick isn't in charge like this nearly enough.

Hell yeah. XD

[ilyena_sylph]

*beams* Yeeeah. That was one of those muse-to-screen without stopping at the brain moments. And I'm still just giddy that it worked!

*purrs* Collarkink's your fave? How utterly awesome. I'm glad you loved it!

Dick isn't in charge like this nearly often enough.

Amen to that. Damn it, I want my Hero!Nightwing back STAT! *cusses DC and waits impatiently for October.*

Hell yeah. XD
*glee*

[quiet--tiger.livejournal.com]

See, now, *this* is what the comics need.

Even if it means we have to buy them in a special NC-17 store.

[ilyena_sylph]

*Grins like a fiend* I take it that means you liked it, then?

*joy*

It was... fun to write... and yeah, they'd have to be sold in an adults-only store, and bagged... but we're used to comics being in bags and I would kill to have Rick Mays and Will Conrad do the art for this... (Roy, and Dick, in that order)

[greeneyelove.livejournal.com]

Oh, my...Hot does not being to describe it. More like scalding. :-)

[ilyena_sylph]

*purr* Thank you ever so! I'm glad you liked it.

[coldfiredragon.livejournal.com]

wow, don't know what to say that hasn't been said. There were just so many amazing lines and it was all so beautiful. I love the collar, I love them together, I love that Roy wasn't sure what laguage he was speaking in.

Just priceless all the way around. So damned good and so hot. I don't usually see Dick on top in their pairing but this was just amazing. Please do more of them.

I can't wait for more of these challenges.

[ilyena_sylph]

*beams* I like what you had to say! I'm glad it worked for you, I'm glad you liked the collar and yeah, Roy and languages are always interesting...

*grins* I'm so glad you think so! Hm... I see them both ways, really easily, so I'm glad you liked it!

*nods* I have every intention of doing the rest of them. Or at least most of the rest of them. Some will be challenging, though.

[stranj100.livejournal.com]

I love tender tops. The trust was great.

[ilyena_sylph]

*grins* Glad you liked, I was wondering if you'd drop by! *happy*

Thanks so much!

[gottaluvit123.livejournal.com]

HOT. HOT, HOT....wow that was...HOT!!!!

[ilyena_sylph]

*utter joy and delight* I'm so glad it worked for you! *happiness*

[sweet-n-low47.livejournal.com]

There are no words that can describe how utterly HOT this is.

I mean, *DAMN*! I had to turn my air conditioner up after I read this. (No, seriously, I did.)

You wonderfully conveyed this kink (which just happens to be one of my faves) and still stayed so true to the characters. The absolute trust between the two only make it that much sexier.

It was an utter joy to read and you are just a fantastic writer.

[ilyena_sylph]

*grins happily* Whoot! That's what I was after!

*chuckle* Now, that's a new one but i sure as hell take it as a compliment!

God, I love collar-kink, too. It's just so... yes... and I'm delighted that you think I stayed true to them, I certainly worked at it. *beams* Yeah. They really do trust each other, we've seen that...

*purrs* Thank you soo much! I'm glad you think so!

[greeneyelove.livejournal.com]

I read this again and....WOW. Just hot. I really can't wait to see what you come up with next for this challenge.

[ilyena_sylph]

*beams* Thank you ever so! I'm glad it worked for you!

*sigh* The next one that wants to be written for this challenge is not nice, more's the pity. And refuses to let me change it to a happy ending for them.

*resolves to make the one after it hot and sweet and happy, damn it*

[greeneyelove.livejournal.com]

Can't wait to read now more than ever!!!

[ilyena_sylph]

*grins* Still awake? It's up.

[jeazard.livejournal.com]

Goddamn awesome. Love it and fail at giving the feedback it deserves. I'm stunned, in a good way. ^_^x

[ilyena_sylph]

Thank you so much!

...if it's not too much trouble, how did you find this one? *curious*

You absolutely made my day just by that you read it and commented! *glee*

[jeazard.livejournal.com]

Find it? pervyficgirl liked to it from one of her stories... some Hal/Roy I think. ^^x

[bat-angelwings.livejournal.com]

Hmmmm now this was the Dick/Roy fic I was searching after in the past 10 month to read again.....yeah.
I just love the way you write.....and like bradygirl_12 with her fics you put images of Dick and Roy in my head....weeeeeh.

Thank you so much for sharing!

[ilyena_sylph]

You just made not my day, but my week, with that comment.

Thank you so much!! *smiles delightedly* I'm so glad you enjoyed it enough to come read it again, and let me know! I love hearing that I do well enough to give people images, too.

I... miss being inspired to write them this way. I still have half a billion prompts, *sigh*

Maybe soon.

[bat-angelwings.livejournal.com]

:-) Your writing is great!
And some day the Bat-boy and Arrow-boy muses will speak to you again about the archer and the wingster, just give them time.

[rhi]

You were just rec'd, um, somewhere? I think by way of a Crack_Van fic, actually. And that said, yow. I barely know who Roy *is* (Nightwing, I know) and... I'll just be over here drinking ice water for a while!! Go, you!!

[ilyena_sylph]

*chuckles quietly* Yeah, I saw that one of the fics that got recced this month was one that referenced me, but I never expected to get comments from it.

I... thank you so much. I don't know if you know how much a comment like this from you means to me, but... it means a hell of a lot.

Though you should really give yourself a pat on the back, *grins* because I learned a Lot about writing smut and intimacy and the intricacies of relationships like the one I see from Dick and Roy from reading you over the years.

*dissolves into incoherent glee*

[rhi]

{{{hugs}}} I love the way fandom feeds back an forth on itself. (Well, okay, I love it when it's in the positive feedback spiral....) And yeah, I do know. There are certain authors whose feedback always makes me grin and go, 'yeah, clearly I got *that* one right!' ::glee:: But really, this was really, really hot. And I've got the other referenced work up to read next, but Dragon wants the link to this one now, and yeah, you did a great job! Congrats again!!

(And it's not a bat, but hey, here, have a werewolf!)