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sylph_fics) wrote2006-12-29 09:46 pm
Soo late... 50kinkyways fic
Greeneye, here's your very, very late request for you!
Title: Chocolate-Covered...?
Pairing: Roy/Dick
Rating: Sooo NC-17
Continuity: Mid The NEW Teen Titans (aka years and years ago)
Prompt: 15: Food Play
Roy leaned against the wall, watching the crowd mill through the exhibition. Between Donna's skill and Kory's beauty, they'd drawn a huge crowd--and of course, the rest of them had shown up (in civvies) to check things out. He turned as he heard Dick's laughter, looking for dark hair... It only took a moment, and he found him over by the refreshment table, talking with Kory and a couple of her model friends. He headed that way, bored of the people-watching, and curious about which set of half-serious lines Dick was using this time. He hadn't been over to the table yet, more interested in seeing what Donna had been up to than the array of tiny party-foods that reminded him way too much of thankfully long-gone parties of Ollie's, and as he reached it he tilted his head at the central piece--a fountain of liquid chocolate.
//That thing has got to get blocked so easily,// he thought... then Dick's fingers flicked backwards, picking up a skewered piece of strawberry and dipping it under the fountain... a little too far, as chocolate ran over his fingers. That had Roy's attention, eyes narrowing as Kory leaned in to take the strawberry, and Dick let her take the skewer as well, sucking chocolate off his fingers before she could try--//Shit, Dick. Are you trying to kill me?//
That was just... He swallowed, trying not to lick his lips as Dick finally considered his fingers clean enough, and started considering how best to get some of that into Dick's room at the Tower... The thought of how Dick would taste like that--was simply an addictive one. He spoke from behind them, watching the way Dick jumped--//actually caught you off guard, short pants?// "Careful there, hotshot..."
"Hey, Roy. C'mon, no fair, I wasn't even watching what I was doing, who's surprised I missed?"
"Not sure you did--given how much you like the stuff, you might've done it on purpose!"
"I did not," Dick protested, shaking his head, and Roy laughed.
"Sure, sure, whatever you say--whoops, Donna's trying to get my attention. Kory, great exhibit," he said with a grin as he left again. He headed towards Donna, still thinking about how to get that chocolate into Dick's room--and how to get Dick to let him play with it. That might require persuasion...
*~*~*~*
He'd slipped out of the party not long after, and gone to raid one of the stores he still fought not to blush at as he walked in the door. It helped that the girl working the counter was the one he kind-of knew, and he was never above flirting with a pretty girl. It'd taken a few minutes but they found something that would work. It wasn't quite what he'd planned originally, but this might work better. He headed back to the Tower, purchases tucked into his pockets, and went to see if Dick was back yet.
//Well, he's been back,// Roy thought, seeing the civvies Dick'd worn to the party tossed across the floor, and the Nightwing suit gone from the closet. //Wonder what he's out doing, the comm never went off...// Just to be sure, he checked it. Nothing missed... which meant Dick was off doing some Bat-related thing. //Damn. He might be all night... Eh. I'll wait.//
He got rid of his shoes and socks and settled on the bed, one foot drawn up to his knees to wait, head tipped back against the headboard, left elbow on his bent knee, and waited, considering options idly, and watching the moonlight change the shadows in the room, until light flowed in, making him wince, then smile and slide to his feet. "Hey, 'Wing."
"Roy?"
"No, short pants, it's the Easter bunny," Roy said, rolling his eyes as he walked over to meet Dick. "What was up?"
"Not much. Working an angle for Batman." Dick shrugged, standing on one foot to pull a boot off, then the other one.
//As if I don't know his name?// Roy rolled his eyes at Dick's paranoia, even as he got close enough to reach out and tug the mask away gently as Dick stripped his gauntlets off. Not that it did all that much to hide Dick's face, not with those big blue eyes still visible, but the flared black material didn't belong between them any more than his did, and he let it fall as his hands slid to the hidden slide of Nightwing's suit.
"Mm. You want something," Dick said idly, stretching catlike into the touch, and making Roy smile. Good, Dick was feeling playful too. That boded well.
"This's news?" he asked, tone just as idle as he worked on the suit.
"Nah, and I'm not complaining," he said as he pressed closer, let Roy unzip the suit and tug it down his arms and chest, then he went after Roy's shirt, pushing it up and off once his arms were freed. He dropped his hands to Roy's bare shoulders to take his weight as they got him out of the rest of the suit and the jock. He leaned backwards, stretching, and Roy pulled him in closer, kissing his throat. "Mm. And you're in a mood, too..."
"Just a little. Think you'll like this." Roy walked him backward, stopping just before he'd hit the bed. "Lay down, short pants."
"I'm not wearing those anymore," Dick pointed out in protest as he dropped onto the bed, watching Roy from his spot braced up on an arm. Roy slid onto the bed behind him, and one warm, hard-callused hand slid down his shoulder, pushing him face-down gently.
"Roy?" His only answer was the slide of Roy's hand down his back again, sure and gentle, and he settled in, more than willing to indulge Roy in whatever he had planned this time, especially if it involved him laying still... god, his shoulders ached. Roy's weight moved, settled over his back, //he's still wearing pants, not fair...// he noted as Roy's thighs settled to either side of his waist. Then the weight shifted, just slightly, and a hand ran down his back again, caressing. Then something touched his shoulder, damp and warm and he jumped, skin shuddering at the unfamiliar feel. //What the hell?//
"Easy, flyboy. It's okay," Roy's voice soothed him as he felt whatever-that-was continue to trace over his shoulder blade, and felt the minute shift in Roy's weight that meant his arm was moving.
//What are you doing, Roy?// he wondered, then the weight over him shifted dramatically and Roy's tongue scraped along his skin along the line of whatever-that-was, and again, weight held just off him enough to let him feel the heat of his body without the pressure...
"Mmm, yeah. About like I thought..." Roy's voice was the low, rough rumble he used when he was making him completely insane, and Dick couldn't help but shiver again, still wondering but settling down, letting Roy have his way.
"So good," Roy said, still against his shoulder, and Dick shifted, turned his body into a question. He felt Roy's smile against his skin, in the way he pressed a little closer, then rolled back again, sitting back up. Moments later, that touch was back, and Roy was humming softly to them both as the still-unfamiliar touch ran over his shoulders. The more it slid over his skin, left something behind that slowly cooled, he noticed that every so often, something plastic-ish brushed against his skin, but most of his attention was caught by that Roy had moved from humming to almost chanting as he... drew on him? That had to be what he was doing... The not-knowing, and the way Roy slid that over nerves in his back made him shiver again.
He really hadn't had any definite plans in mind when he started this, just to see if Dick tasted as good coated in chocolate as he'd thought he would... but the first, careless lines had shaped the top of Tablerock mesa, and that had caught his attention, pushed him back towards old thoughts and memories, and the shapes he traced across Dick's back were careful words and images, protection and strength and caution. Cocoa and not corn pollen and sand, and nothing like a Sing, but they'd be washed away as easily as the wind took the paintings. He could hear himself speaking softly, knew what he was saying, but his attention was mostly caught by the way Dick had started to shift and move under him slightly, hand tangling in the bedsheets.
Every one of those touches was making him crazy, and the sound of Roy's voice, low and gentle was just pushing him higher, making him relax into the slow, powerful tide of arousal that had him shifting into the gliding touches, into the shifts of Roy's body.
//Getting to you, boy wonder?// he thought, pleased with the way Dick was moving and finally leaned to set the 'pen' away.
He leaned down to lick the first of them, lowest over Dick's spine, away, long hot swipe of his tongue against the probably cooled chocolate, tasting lingering sweat and the thick flavor of the chocolate, and Dick cried out softly, shifting back against his mouth.
He purred at that and slowly worked his way upward. He left none of it on Dick's skin, licking it away with long, strong strokes of his tongue, feeling Dick shudder and twist and react, and loved every last second of it as he slid higher. He paused, and Dick whimpered softly as he moved away. "Easy flyboy, not stopping."
Dick relaxed, settling down at the promise and the hand on his skin but he hated the loss of contact...
He stripped out of the slacks and boxers as fast as he could, tired of not being skin to skin with his lover and laid back down, pressing close to Dick this time, weight on an elbow and Dick's body.
//Oh. Good reason--// Dick moaned and shifted back against his body, pressing up. "God, Roy..."
"Nah, just a Dine boy," Roy laughed softly and went back to licking his way up Dick's shoulders, clearing every bit of the chocolate away, kissing up his throat, lifting his weight. "Come kiss me," Roy coaxed, and Dick twisted under him, hands curling up around his shoulders, leg locking around his as he kissed him deep and hard.
//...Chocolate?! He was... that was...chocolate?// Dick tangled his hands in Roy's hair, rubbing up against him, pulling him down. Roy'd about made him insane with that trick, and now that he knew what it was... "Fuck me. Right now," he demanded once he could stand to break the kiss.
Roy blinked at him, then his eyes went hot and he nodded, hand sliding up to find the lube he'd stashed under a pillow, and he twisted against Dick's grip enough to slick himself, looking down at Dick with blazing eyes, tilting his head. "You need--"
"Nah" Dick shook his head, trying to wrap back around him. Wound up as he was, it so wasn't going to hurt...
Roy wasn't about to argue with that kind of an offer and he slid his hand down to help, slowly rocking into Dick until he was in him completely, head dropped against his shoulder. "Shit, sofuckingtight..."
"Roy, move..." he begged softly, rolling up under him, knowing he was going to lose it far too early.
Roy listened, hips rocking, ever move a deeper, harder buck, and his not-slicked hand clung to Dick's shoulder tightly as he moved. //God, so not going to take long, so good...//
"Ooh. Oh," dark hair tossed against the pillows as Dick writhed against him, under him, cock trapped against Roy's solid abs until he broke with a gasp, clinging to Roy's shoulder and hair as he bucked hard, heat spilling between them as he lost his mind.
Roy shuddered, Dick's body convulsing around him so close to enough to bring him over and he moved hard, just that little bit of extra sensation all he needed to bite at his lover's shoulder and feel his hips snap as the world whited out around him, leaving him collapsed over Dick's body when he could finally think again, panting.
One lazy, sated hand petted his back. "Cannot believe you... Chocolate?"
"The party," he half-explained, licking his throat in 'shut up'. "Had more plans, you distracted."
"Good at that," Dick said smugly, nuzzling his hair. "Later."
Roy nodded, and slipped back enough to slide out of him, then curled up over Dick again. "Sleep?"
"So yeah."
"Kay."
Title: Chocolate-Covered...?
Pairing: Roy/Dick
Rating: Sooo NC-17
Continuity: Mid The NEW Teen Titans (aka years and years ago)
Prompt: 15: Food Play
Roy leaned against the wall, watching the crowd mill through the exhibition. Between Donna's skill and Kory's beauty, they'd drawn a huge crowd--and of course, the rest of them had shown up (in civvies) to check things out. He turned as he heard Dick's laughter, looking for dark hair... It only took a moment, and he found him over by the refreshment table, talking with Kory and a couple of her model friends. He headed that way, bored of the people-watching, and curious about which set of half-serious lines Dick was using this time. He hadn't been over to the table yet, more interested in seeing what Donna had been up to than the array of tiny party-foods that reminded him way too much of thankfully long-gone parties of Ollie's, and as he reached it he tilted his head at the central piece--a fountain of liquid chocolate.
//That thing has got to get blocked so easily,// he thought... then Dick's fingers flicked backwards, picking up a skewered piece of strawberry and dipping it under the fountain... a little too far, as chocolate ran over his fingers. That had Roy's attention, eyes narrowing as Kory leaned in to take the strawberry, and Dick let her take the skewer as well, sucking chocolate off his fingers before she could try--//Shit, Dick. Are you trying to kill me?//
That was just... He swallowed, trying not to lick his lips as Dick finally considered his fingers clean enough, and started considering how best to get some of that into Dick's room at the Tower... The thought of how Dick would taste like that--was simply an addictive one. He spoke from behind them, watching the way Dick jumped--//actually caught you off guard, short pants?// "Careful there, hotshot..."
"Hey, Roy. C'mon, no fair, I wasn't even watching what I was doing, who's surprised I missed?"
"Not sure you did--given how much you like the stuff, you might've done it on purpose!"
"I did not," Dick protested, shaking his head, and Roy laughed.
"Sure, sure, whatever you say--whoops, Donna's trying to get my attention. Kory, great exhibit," he said with a grin as he left again. He headed towards Donna, still thinking about how to get that chocolate into Dick's room--and how to get Dick to let him play with it. That might require persuasion...
*~*~*~*
He'd slipped out of the party not long after, and gone to raid one of the stores he still fought not to blush at as he walked in the door. It helped that the girl working the counter was the one he kind-of knew, and he was never above flirting with a pretty girl. It'd taken a few minutes but they found something that would work. It wasn't quite what he'd planned originally, but this might work better. He headed back to the Tower, purchases tucked into his pockets, and went to see if Dick was back yet.
//Well, he's been back,// Roy thought, seeing the civvies Dick'd worn to the party tossed across the floor, and the Nightwing suit gone from the closet. //Wonder what he's out doing, the comm never went off...// Just to be sure, he checked it. Nothing missed... which meant Dick was off doing some Bat-related thing. //Damn. He might be all night... Eh. I'll wait.//
He got rid of his shoes and socks and settled on the bed, one foot drawn up to his knees to wait, head tipped back against the headboard, left elbow on his bent knee, and waited, considering options idly, and watching the moonlight change the shadows in the room, until light flowed in, making him wince, then smile and slide to his feet. "Hey, 'Wing."
"Roy?"
"No, short pants, it's the Easter bunny," Roy said, rolling his eyes as he walked over to meet Dick. "What was up?"
"Not much. Working an angle for Batman." Dick shrugged, standing on one foot to pull a boot off, then the other one.
//As if I don't know his name?// Roy rolled his eyes at Dick's paranoia, even as he got close enough to reach out and tug the mask away gently as Dick stripped his gauntlets off. Not that it did all that much to hide Dick's face, not with those big blue eyes still visible, but the flared black material didn't belong between them any more than his did, and he let it fall as his hands slid to the hidden slide of Nightwing's suit.
"Mm. You want something," Dick said idly, stretching catlike into the touch, and making Roy smile. Good, Dick was feeling playful too. That boded well.
"This's news?" he asked, tone just as idle as he worked on the suit.
"Nah, and I'm not complaining," he said as he pressed closer, let Roy unzip the suit and tug it down his arms and chest, then he went after Roy's shirt, pushing it up and off once his arms were freed. He dropped his hands to Roy's bare shoulders to take his weight as they got him out of the rest of the suit and the jock. He leaned backwards, stretching, and Roy pulled him in closer, kissing his throat. "Mm. And you're in a mood, too..."
"Just a little. Think you'll like this." Roy walked him backward, stopping just before he'd hit the bed. "Lay down, short pants."
"I'm not wearing those anymore," Dick pointed out in protest as he dropped onto the bed, watching Roy from his spot braced up on an arm. Roy slid onto the bed behind him, and one warm, hard-callused hand slid down his shoulder, pushing him face-down gently.
"Roy?" His only answer was the slide of Roy's hand down his back again, sure and gentle, and he settled in, more than willing to indulge Roy in whatever he had planned this time, especially if it involved him laying still... god, his shoulders ached. Roy's weight moved, settled over his back, //he's still wearing pants, not fair...// he noted as Roy's thighs settled to either side of his waist. Then the weight shifted, just slightly, and a hand ran down his back again, caressing. Then something touched his shoulder, damp and warm and he jumped, skin shuddering at the unfamiliar feel. //What the hell?//
"Easy, flyboy. It's okay," Roy's voice soothed him as he felt whatever-that-was continue to trace over his shoulder blade, and felt the minute shift in Roy's weight that meant his arm was moving.
//What are you doing, Roy?// he wondered, then the weight over him shifted dramatically and Roy's tongue scraped along his skin along the line of whatever-that-was, and again, weight held just off him enough to let him feel the heat of his body without the pressure...
"Mmm, yeah. About like I thought..." Roy's voice was the low, rough rumble he used when he was making him completely insane, and Dick couldn't help but shiver again, still wondering but settling down, letting Roy have his way.
"So good," Roy said, still against his shoulder, and Dick shifted, turned his body into a question. He felt Roy's smile against his skin, in the way he pressed a little closer, then rolled back again, sitting back up. Moments later, that touch was back, and Roy was humming softly to them both as the still-unfamiliar touch ran over his shoulders. The more it slid over his skin, left something behind that slowly cooled, he noticed that every so often, something plastic-ish brushed against his skin, but most of his attention was caught by that Roy had moved from humming to almost chanting as he... drew on him? That had to be what he was doing... The not-knowing, and the way Roy slid that over nerves in his back made him shiver again.
He really hadn't had any definite plans in mind when he started this, just to see if Dick tasted as good coated in chocolate as he'd thought he would... but the first, careless lines had shaped the top of Tablerock mesa, and that had caught his attention, pushed him back towards old thoughts and memories, and the shapes he traced across Dick's back were careful words and images, protection and strength and caution. Cocoa and not corn pollen and sand, and nothing like a Sing, but they'd be washed away as easily as the wind took the paintings. He could hear himself speaking softly, knew what he was saying, but his attention was mostly caught by the way Dick had started to shift and move under him slightly, hand tangling in the bedsheets.
Every one of those touches was making him crazy, and the sound of Roy's voice, low and gentle was just pushing him higher, making him relax into the slow, powerful tide of arousal that had him shifting into the gliding touches, into the shifts of Roy's body.
//Getting to you, boy wonder?// he thought, pleased with the way Dick was moving and finally leaned to set the 'pen' away.
He leaned down to lick the first of them, lowest over Dick's spine, away, long hot swipe of his tongue against the probably cooled chocolate, tasting lingering sweat and the thick flavor of the chocolate, and Dick cried out softly, shifting back against his mouth.
He purred at that and slowly worked his way upward. He left none of it on Dick's skin, licking it away with long, strong strokes of his tongue, feeling Dick shudder and twist and react, and loved every last second of it as he slid higher. He paused, and Dick whimpered softly as he moved away. "Easy flyboy, not stopping."
Dick relaxed, settling down at the promise and the hand on his skin but he hated the loss of contact...
He stripped out of the slacks and boxers as fast as he could, tired of not being skin to skin with his lover and laid back down, pressing close to Dick this time, weight on an elbow and Dick's body.
//Oh. Good reason--// Dick moaned and shifted back against his body, pressing up. "God, Roy..."
"Nah, just a Dine boy," Roy laughed softly and went back to licking his way up Dick's shoulders, clearing every bit of the chocolate away, kissing up his throat, lifting his weight. "Come kiss me," Roy coaxed, and Dick twisted under him, hands curling up around his shoulders, leg locking around his as he kissed him deep and hard.
//...Chocolate?! He was... that was...chocolate?// Dick tangled his hands in Roy's hair, rubbing up against him, pulling him down. Roy'd about made him insane with that trick, and now that he knew what it was... "Fuck me. Right now," he demanded once he could stand to break the kiss.
Roy blinked at him, then his eyes went hot and he nodded, hand sliding up to find the lube he'd stashed under a pillow, and he twisted against Dick's grip enough to slick himself, looking down at Dick with blazing eyes, tilting his head. "You need--"
"Nah" Dick shook his head, trying to wrap back around him. Wound up as he was, it so wasn't going to hurt...
Roy wasn't about to argue with that kind of an offer and he slid his hand down to help, slowly rocking into Dick until he was in him completely, head dropped against his shoulder. "Shit, sofuckingtight..."
"Roy, move..." he begged softly, rolling up under him, knowing he was going to lose it far too early.
Roy listened, hips rocking, ever move a deeper, harder buck, and his not-slicked hand clung to Dick's shoulder tightly as he moved. //God, so not going to take long, so good...//
"Ooh. Oh," dark hair tossed against the pillows as Dick writhed against him, under him, cock trapped against Roy's solid abs until he broke with a gasp, clinging to Roy's shoulder and hair as he bucked hard, heat spilling between them as he lost his mind.
Roy shuddered, Dick's body convulsing around him so close to enough to bring him over and he moved hard, just that little bit of extra sensation all he needed to bite at his lover's shoulder and feel his hips snap as the world whited out around him, leaving him collapsed over Dick's body when he could finally think again, panting.
One lazy, sated hand petted his back. "Cannot believe you... Chocolate?"
"The party," he half-explained, licking his throat in 'shut up'. "Had more plans, you distracted."
"Good at that," Dick said smugly, nuzzling his hair. "Later."
Roy nodded, and slipped back enough to slide out of him, then curled up over Dick again. "Sleep?"
"So yeah."
"Kay."
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Yeah, Roy wasn't expecting to get serious in the middle of his play, but it struck him as right.
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THANK YOU!!!
Worth the wait. OMG I will never be able to eat chocolate again and not think of this and considering how often I eat chocolate, I will be thinking about this a lot.
Loved every word, start to finsh. Wonderful beyond words!
God I love how you write them!
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You're very welcome.
*grins* I'm glad you think so. It sure took long enough. *glares at the boys*
It amuses me that you say that, though I'm glad to have given you happy images.
Thank you so much!
*flush* They kind of write themselves, and I don't argue.
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*goes off in search of yummy*
Wow.
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If you find them, let me know!
Thank you so much! *licks them both*
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Now would be one of those times.
I just love this. I love - know what I love most? The unexplainable themness. And I compliment you on that a lot, because you deserve it, but here it was extra special because it wasn't just that you got Dick and Roy right - it was that you got Dick and Roy at that specific time in their life right. That New Teen Titans Era Them where Dick was sane/warm/loving/open yet still heading on THAT PATH that would take him to the bad place, even if none of them could see it yet. . . and Roy had no reason except that tingling in the back of his head to ever believe this man would let him down.
*sighs.*
Which is a good thing. It felt exactly like opening up one of those old Wolfman/Perez comics - except with the added bonus of smut. And that really is the highest compliment I can give it. Because that's the reason I care enough to read them in any medium, including the one that focuses so much on their sex lives. *G*
It just makes me want to hug them so tightly, the way you've characterized them, and beg them not to . . .yeah. You already know the rest.
Oh, yeah, the foodkink was nice too.
"Hey, Roy. C'mon, no fair, I wasn't even watching what I was doing, who's surprised I missed?"
*grins at happy, fun Dick.*
He'd slipped out of the party not long after, and gone to raid one of the stores he still fought not to blush at as he walked in the door.
A blushing Roy is a rare Roy, and one I approve of immensenly.
Roy rolled his eyes at Dick's paranoia, even as he got close enough to reach out and tug the mask away gently as Dick stripped his gauntlets off. Not that it did all that much to hide Dick's face, not with those big blue eyes still visible, but the flared black material didn't belong between them any more than his did, and he let it fall as his hands slid to the hidden slide of Nightwing's suit.
This paragaraph still makes me say "Aw." There were several others that tugged at me, though in a way that this one grabbed you.
but the first, careless lines had shaped the top of Tablerock mesa, and that had caught his attention, pushed him back towards old thoughts and memories, and the shapes he traced across Dick's back were careful words and images, protection and strength and caution. Cocoa and not corn pollen and sand, and nothing like a Sing, but they'd be washed away as easily as the wind took the paintings. He could hear himself speaking softly, knew what he was saying
This broke something rather hard - just the image of . . yeah. Broken. In all the good ways.
but his attention was mostly caught by the way Dick had started to shift and move under him slightly, hand tangling in the bedsheets
And that melted everything generally resembling a bone in my body. Mmmm.
He paused, and Dick whimpered softly as he moved away. "Easy flyboy, not stopping."
And THAT is the line that hurt. Hard. *sniffles for BOTH their future selves.* Oh, Dick. Roy. *hates DevinandJudd so very effing hard.*
Dick relaxed, settling down at the promise and the hand on his skin but he hated the loss of contact...
*snuggles him and relishes the Graysonness of it all.*
"You need--"
"Nah" Dick shook his head, trying to wrap back around him. Wound up as he was, it so wasn't going to hurt...
*snicker.* Also, YUM.
"So yeah."
"Kay."
Aww. What a lovely way to end it. What a perfectly Dick/Roy way to end them.
I LOVED THIS STORY. Madly.
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*blushes bright red* Thank you.
I try, really, but all I can do is sit in a contented pile of melted goo and gush happily and inwardly that I was lucky enough to have someone so talented on my flist, that I was able to read it.
Now would be one of those times.
I dunno, having read the rest of your comment, I think you got pretty freaking eloquent, and I'm over here in this squeeful, flailing ball, that you think so. I just... *blushes some more*
I just love this. I love - know what I love most? The unexplainable themness.
They're very loud in my head.
And I compliment you on that a lot, because you deserve it, but here it was extra special because it wasn't just that you got Dick and Roy right - it was that you got Dick and Roy at that specific time in their life right.
I'll admit that parts got rewritten a few times, until they sounded like themselves then, and thank you so much.
That New Teen Titans Era Them where Dick was sane/warm/loving/open yet still heading on THAT PATH that would take him to the bad place, even if none of them could see it yet. . . and Roy had no reason except that tingling in the back of his head to ever believe this man would let him down.
*sighs.*
*sighs really a lot, right with you*
Which is a good thing. It felt exactly like opening up one of those old Wolfman/Perez comics - except with the added bonus of smut. And that really is the highest compliment I can give it. Because that's the reason I care enough to read them in any medium, including the one that focuses so much on their sex lives. *G*
*turns red again, dipping her head* I... wow. Just... wow. Thank you so much. I try. Also, *G* We do have fun with the smut, don't we?
It just makes me want to hug them so tightly, the way you've characterized them, and beg them not to . . .yeah. You already know the rest.
Oh yes. I very much know the rest. And I want to join right in.
Oh, yeah, the foodkink was nice too.
*beams* Thanks. I needed to write one of those anyway.
*grins at happy, fun Dick.*
He's such a sweet little boy.
A blushing Roy is a rare Roy, and one I approve of immensenly.
He is a very rare Roy, but this is also a maybe twenty-year-old Roy walking into a sex shop more years ago than DC wants to admit to.
This paragaraph still makes me say "Aw." There were several others that tugged at me, though in a way that this one grabbed you.
It is aww-worthy, I admit, but yeah... it made me go owwie.
This broke something rather hard - just the image of . . yeah. Broken. In all the good ways.
Of Roy writing protection spells on his lover in chocolate? Yeah. He broke something in my head right there, too.
And that melted everything generally resembling a bone in my body. Mmmm.
*scoops up goo-pervy carefully and lays you on a couch to recover* Thank you. Dick can't help reacting to Roy any more than the reverse is possible.
And THAT is the line that hurt. Hard. *sniffles for BOTH their future selves.* Oh, Dick. Roy. *hates DevinandJudd so very effing hard.*
*gives tissues* Oh. I didn't even think, Roy just wanted to settle him down, but yeah, I can see where that would have been a kick in the gut... *joins right in*
*snuggles him and relishes the Graysonness of it all.*
Roy says he'll be going back to snuggling Dick promptly and to get out of his way.
*snicker.* Also, YUM.
Remind me to catch you in IM about that snicker, but yes, very much with the yum. Having a young-Nightwing muse yelling "now, Right Now," in my head was... well. Yummy.
Aww. What a lovely way to end it. What a perfectly Dick/Roy way to end them.
Thank you so much! *beams, some more* They were sated and in a mood to cuddle and Dick said he'd had too long a day to go another round.
I LOVED THIS STORY. Madly.
I'm so glad!! *still so very happy about that.*
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and curious about which set of half-serious lines Dick was using this time.
Dick, the lines aren’t supposed to be rehearsed, you’re supposed to let your natural wit… oh, wait. Yeah, rehearse them..
a fountain of liquid chocolate.
Making me hungry. That sounds sooo good , especially if it’s dark chocolate.
//Shit, Dick. Are you trying to kill me?//
Eightball says, “Well, duh.”
"No, short pants, it's the Easter bunny," Roy said
Well, he is bearing chocolate. Easy to mistake yeah?
settling down, letting Roy have his way.
Good Dicky. Things work better when Roy gets his way.
but the first, careless lines had shaped the top of Tablerock mesa, and that had caught his attention, pushed him back towards old thoughts and memories, and the shapes he traced across Dick's back were careful words and images, protection and strength and caution.
I love this detail, and can so see Roy doing that without really thinking about, such sweet caring he has for his short pants.
The smut was sweet, and good in all the good ways, and they’re so caring towards each other, its wonderful. Loved muchly.
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Thank you so much, hon!
Dick, the lines aren’t supposed to be rehearsed, you’re supposed to let your natural wit… oh, wait. Yeah, rehearse them..
He's looking insulted. Me, I'm dying laughing.
Making me hungry. That sounds sooo good , especially if it’s dark chocolate.
*headshake* No thank you to the dark chocolate, but yes, very nummy.
Eightball says, “Well, duh.”
Dick protests that he didn't even know Roy was there.
Well, he is bearing chocolate. Easy to mistake yeah?
*snickerfits*
Good Dicky. Things work better when Roy gets his way.
*disagreement* In this case, yes, but Roy getting his way has gotten Dick into more trouble over the years.
I love this detail, and can so see Roy doing that without really thinking about, such sweet caring he has for his short pants.
Yeah. Really a lot
The smut was sweet, and good in all the good ways, and they’re so caring towards each other, its wonderful. Loved muchly.
They're kind of goofy about each other, yeah. Thank you so much!
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They finally decided to play nicely.
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However, you're probably right that it would not taste as good as what Roy had. Still chocolate though!
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I admire ROY for not making a comment about it (but mind you he was distracted).
This was very, very awesome.
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And Roy was very nicely distracted, yes.
Thank you so much!
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To hell with canon! Who needs it? This is MUCH better.
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Glad you enjoyed!
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The only thing that could make it better...is chocolate ice cream. LOL!
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Especially since the Snupin folk do some pretty good chocolate fic, too!
Not so much an ice-cream fan, but the boys certainly had fun with theirs. Thanks so much!