A Pretty Kitty

His hand teases the other man’s cockhead as he bites into his neck.

Roy moaned happily in response, gripping Stray’s side to keep him close, knowing the bite might ultimately scar.

Dick licks the wound, pulling back to look up at Arsenal’s face. “Sure you’re not a god? Cause no mortal should be this stunning.”

“If I were a god, you’d be naked already,” Roy teased him.

He snorts softly, a grin on his lips. He moves his hand faster, kissing the other.

His breathing quickens with the movements, Roy closing his eyes to just enjoy the sensations. It’s been a few weeks since anyone has touched him, which is a while by his standards.

He lets the kiss last for a moment longer before pulling away, sinking down to his knees.

Roy brings his hands down, fingers through his hair, keeping him close.

Dick hums at the touch, leaning into it for a moment before using his hands to pull down Arsenal’s pants enough to free his cock. His mouth waters at the sight of it.

He’s achingly hard and ready, so turned on he can’t think straight.

He leans forward, giving the cockhead teasing kitten licks, moaning at the taste of his precum.

Part of him realizes letting a stranger near his dick isn't the wisest choice, but he’s done worse in the past and it ended up fine. So he merely takes a breath and enjoys the feeling.

After a moment he takes more of the other man’s cock into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and bobbing his head.

The other man’s mouth is warm and inviting, and Roy hisses in his breath as pleasure slowly gathers at the base of his spine.

One hand grips the other man’s thigh, while his free hand wanders, before finding its way to Arsenal’s balls.

“Oh fuck, I won’t last…” Roy warns as soon as he realizes it’s true.

The warning just causes Dick to keep at it, fondly the others ball’s as his pace picks up.

Roy took that as permission to let go. He came with a quietly half moaned, “yes,” hips moving a bit as he pumped into the other man’s mouth, balls gone tight.

He happily took it all, pulling back after a moment with his mouth still open, seed on his tongue before swallowing it and showing an empty mouth.

Roy brought a hand to his face, thumb against his bottom lip. “You’re sure fucking attractive. Like holy hell, even with a mask on.”

“The same should be said for you.” He comments before wrapping his lips around Arsenal’s thumb, just to tease.

He bit his own bottom lip as he watched. “You’ve been so good to me, what do you want now?”

He pulls away from the other man’s thumb with a ‘pop’, his lips wet and slightly puffy. “I want to show you the bedroom, where you’ll hopefully end up fucking me.” It’s a suggestion more than anything, the way Dick says it lets Arsenal know nothing further needs to happen, that he won’t be upset.

“Yes. Not at all how I saw my visit to Gotham going, but yes,” Roy replied.

Easily balancing himself, Dick stands before grabbing the taller man’s hand and leading him towards the bedroom.

“It’ll take me a bit to get hard again. Can I get you off?” Roy asked as he followed.

“You’re more than welcome to.” He purrs out, moving to sit on the bed and smirk up at the other.

Roy grins and begins to pull the rest of their clothes off.

Both their clothes come off easily but Dick pauses the other man’s hands before he can pull his boxers off. “Fair warning, I’m not cis.”

He pauses, surprised but not bothered. “I would have never known, but it changes nothing for me,” Roy assures him, grateful now more than ever that he carries condoms around.

His smile is soft, and he gives a relieved sigh before speaking. “Any alternative names? Arsenal is a mouthful to moan out.” He wasn’t expecting a real name, just something shorter, and hoped the hero understood that.

He considers that for a moment, then figures the tabloids already know, so why not. “Roy. My name is Roy.” He trusts this man, and he’s not sure if it’s because they’re about to be very naked together or what, but he does.

His hands cups the other man’s face, fingers teasing under the edge of the sunglasses. “Roy,” He repeats, testing how the name curls from his tongue.

He brings a hand up to the other man’s wrist, stopping it short of taking his sunglasses off. Maybe another time, but not the first time. Roy leans in to kiss him instead.

Dick easily lets this happen, understanding the boundary clearly as he kisses back.

He’s grateful for the discretion since he’s had people push it in the past. Roy deepens the kiss and drops his hand to the other man’s side.

He grabs the other man’s hand, guiding it to sit at the waistband of his boxers, permission to venture further if he wants.

Roy takes the permission for what it is, hand moving down, touch gentle between his legs. And he never breaks the kiss until they absolutely have to breathe.

He breaks the kiss for air, head tilting back with a noise as the other man’s calloused fingers find his t-dick.

Roy’s fingers are experienced, but careful too. “Tell me what you like?” he asked. Communication is key and all that.

“Terminology, call it my dick, or cunt.” He explains, breath hitching softly. “Okay with penetration, got a strap if you want to be fucked. Happy to give head or receive. Hard limits are no piss or shit.”

Roy’s fingers started moving quicker at his deeper breathing, rather enjoying the reaction he was getting. “We have the same hard limits,” he assured the other man. “What do you want me to call you?” Sometimes people had preferences on that in the bedroom too.

He bucks against Roy’s hand, unable to control himself with such stimulation. His cheeks red and eyes fluttering as he tries to focus on answering the question, trying and failing not to stutter around a pleasured whimper. “Anything.” There’s a beat before he continues, knowing his name is a common one, making it harder to find him. “Names Dick.”

He refrains from making the joke that the name is ironic and asks instead, “Dick, is it okay if I use a condom?”

“More than.” He responds with easily, ignoring the fluttering in his rib cage at the way the redhead says his name.

“Good thing I always come prepared, pun intended. It’s the only Boy Scout thing about me aside from archery,” Roy joked, reaching into his belt for one with his free hand while he kept touching the other man. “Cum for me first though?”

The witty retort he finds dies on his tongue as he gets close, nodding in response to the question as he grinds against his hand.

His hand teases the other man’s cockhead as he bites into his neck.

Roy moaned happily in response, gripping Stray’s side to keep him close, knowing the bite might ultimately scar.

Dick licks the wound, pulling back to look up at Arsenal’s face. “Sure you’re not a god? Cause no mortal should be this stunning.”

“If I were a god, you’d be naked already,” Roy teased him.

He snorts softly, a grin on his lips. He moves his hand faster, kissing the other.

His breathing quickens with the movements, Roy closing his eyes to just enjoy the sensations. It’s been a few weeks since anyone has touched him, which is a while by his standards.

He lets the kiss last for a moment longer before pulling away, sinking down to his knees.

Roy brings his hands down, fingers through his hair, keeping him close.

Dick hums at the touch, leaning into it for a moment before using his hands to pull down Arsenal’s pants enough to free his cock. His mouth waters at the sight of it.

He’s achingly hard and ready, so turned on he can’t think straight.

He leans forward, giving the cockhead teasing kitten licks, moaning at the taste of his precum.

Part of him realizes letting a stranger near his dick isn't the wisest choice, but he’s done worse in the past and it ended up fine. So he merely takes a breath and enjoys the feeling.

After a moment he takes more of the other man’s cock into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and bobbing his head.

The other man’s mouth is warm and inviting, and Roy hisses in his breath as pleasure slowly gathers at the base of his spine.

One hand grips the other man’s thigh, while his free hand wanders, before finding its way to Arsenal’s balls.

“Oh fuck, I won’t last…” Roy warns as soon as he realizes it’s true.

The warning just causes Dick to keep at it, fondly the others ball’s as his pace picks up.

Roy took that as permission to let go. He came with a quietly half moaned, “yes,” hips moving a bit as he pumped into the other man’s mouth, balls gone tight.

He happily took it all, pulling back after a moment with his mouth still open, seed on his tongue before swallowing it and showing an empty mouth.

Roy brought a hand to his face, thumb against his bottom lip. “You’re sure fucking attractive. Like holy hell, even with a mask on.”

“The same should be said for you.” He comments before wrapping his lips around Arsenal’s thumb, just to tease.

He bit his own bottom lip as he watched. “You’ve been so good to me, what do you want now?”

He pulls away from the other man’s thumb with a ‘pop’, his lips wet and slightly puffy. “I want to show you the bedroom, where you’ll hopefully end up fucking me.” It’s a suggestion more than anything, the way Dick says it lets Arsenal know nothing further needs to happen, that he won’t be upset.

“Yes. Not at all how I saw my visit to Gotham going, but yes,” Roy replied.

Easily balancing himself, Dick stands before grabbing the taller man’s hand and leading him towards the bedroom.

“It’ll take me a bit to get hard again. Can I get you off?” Roy asked as he followed.

“You’re more than welcome to.” He purrs out, moving to sit on the bed and smirk up at the other.

Roy grins and begins to pull the rest of their clothes off.

Both their clothes come off easily but Dick pauses the other man’s hands before he can pull his boxers off. “Fair warning, I’m not cis.”

He pauses, surprised but not bothered. “I would have never known, but it changes nothing for me,” Roy assures him, grateful now more than ever that he carries condoms around.

His smile is soft, and he gives a relieved sigh before speaking. “Any alternative names? Arsenal is a mouthful to moan out.” He wasn’t expecting a real name, just something shorter, and hoped the hero understood that.

He considers that for a moment, then figures the tabloids already know, so why not. “Roy. My name is Roy.” He trusts this man, and he’s not sure if it’s because they’re about to be very naked together or what, but he does.

His hands cups the other man’s face, fingers teasing under the edge of the sunglasses. “Roy,” He repeats, testing how the name curls from his tongue.

He brings a hand up to the other man’s wrist, stopping it short of taking his sunglasses off. Maybe another time, but not the first time. Roy leans in to kiss him instead.

Dick easily lets this happen, understanding the boundary clearly as he kisses back.

He’s grateful for the discretion since he’s had people push it in the past. Roy deepens the kiss and drops his hand to the other man’s side.

He grabs the other man’s hand, guiding it to sit at the waistband of his boxers, permission to venture further if he wants.

Roy takes the permission for what it is, hand moving down, touch gentle between his legs. And he never breaks the kiss until they absolutely have to breathe.

He breaks the kiss for air, head tilting back with a noise as the other man’s calloused fingers find his t-dick.

Roy’s fingers are experienced, but careful too. “Tell me what you like?” he asked. Communication is key and all that.

“Terminology, call it my dick, or cunt.” He explains, breath hitching softly. “Okay with penetration, got a strap if you want to be fucked. Happy to give head or receive. Hard limits are no piss or shit.”

Roy’s fingers started moving quicker at his deeper breathing, rather enjoying the reaction he was getting. “We have the same hard limits,” he assured the other man. “What do you want me to call you?” Sometimes people had preferences on that in the bedroom too.

He bucks against Roy’s hand, unable to control himself with such stimulation. His cheeks red and eyes fluttering as he tries to focus on answering the question, trying and failing not to stutter around a pleasured whimper. “Anything.” There’s a beat before he continues, knowing his name is a common one, making it harder to find him. “Names Dick.”

He refrains from making the joke that the name is ironic and asks instead, “Dick, is it okay if I use a condom?”

“More than.” He responds with easily, ignoring the fluttering in his rib cage at the way the redhead says his name.

His hand teases the other man’s cockhead as he bites into his neck.

Roy moaned happily in response, gripping Stray’s side to keep him close, knowing the bite might ultimately scar.

Dick licks the wound, pulling back to look up at Arsenal’s face. “Sure you’re not a god? Cause no mortal should be this stunning.”

“If I were a god, you’d be naked already,” Roy teased him.

He snorts softly, a grin on his lips. He moves his hand faster, kissing the other.

His breathing quickens with the movements, Roy closing his eyes to just enjoy the sensations. It’s been a few weeks since anyone has touched him, which is a while by his standards.

He lets the kiss last for a moment longer before pulling away, sinking down to his knees.

Roy brings his hands down, fingers through his hair, keeping him close.

Dick hums at the touch, leaning into it for a moment before using his hands to pull down Arsenal’s pants enough to free his cock. His mouth waters at the sight of it.

He’s achingly hard and ready, so turned on he can’t think straight.

He leans forward, giving the cockhead teasing kitten licks, moaning at the taste of his precum.

Part of him realizes letting a stranger near his dick isn't the wisest choice, but he’s done worse in the past and it ended up fine. So he merely takes a breath and enjoys the feeling.

After a moment he takes more of the other man’s cock into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and bobbing his head.

The other man’s mouth is warm and inviting, and Roy hisses in his breath as pleasure slowly gathers at the base of his spine.

One hand grips the other man’s thigh, while his free hand wanders, before finding its way to Arsenal’s balls.

“Oh fuck, I won’t last…” Roy warns as soon as he realizes it’s true.

The warning just causes Dick to keep at it, fondly the others ball’s as his pace picks up.

Roy took that as permission to let go. He came with a quietly half moaned, “yes,” hips moving a bit as he pumped into the other man’s mouth, balls gone tight.

He happily took it all, pulling back after a moment with his mouth still open, seed on his tongue before swallowing it and showing an empty mouth.

Roy brought a hand to his face, thumb against his bottom lip. “You’re sure fucking attractive. Like holy hell, even with a mask on.”

“The same should be said for you.” He comments before wrapping his lips around Arsenal’s thumb, just to tease.

He bit his own bottom lip as he watched. “You’ve been so good to me, what do you want now?”

He pulls away from the other man’s thumb with a ‘pop’, his lips wet and slightly puffy. “I want to show you the bedroom, where you’ll hopefully end up fucking me.” It’s a suggestion more than anything, the way Dick says it lets Arsenal know nothing further needs to happen, that he won’t be upset.

“Yes. Not at all how I saw my visit to Gotham going, but yes,” Roy replied.

Easily balancing himself, Dick stands before grabbing the taller man’s hand and leading him towards the bedroom.

“It’ll take me a bit to get hard again. Can I get you off?” Roy asked as he followed.

“You’re more than welcome to.” He purrs out, moving to sit on the bed and smirk up at the other.

Roy grins and begins to pull the rest of their clothes off.

Both their clothes come off easily but Dick pauses the other man’s hands before he can pull his boxers off. “Fair warning, I’m not cis.”

He pauses, surprised but not bothered. “I would have never known, but it changes nothing for me,” Roy assures him, grateful now more than ever that he carries condoms around.

His smile is soft, and he gives a relieved sigh before speaking. “Any alternative names? Arsenal is a mouthful to moan out.” He wasn’t expecting a real name, just something shorter, and hoped the hero understood that.

He considers that for a moment, then figures the tabloids already know, so why not. “Roy. My name is Roy.” He trusts this man, and he’s not sure if it’s because they’re about to be very naked together or what, but he does.

His hands cups the other man’s face, fingers teasing under the edge of the sunglasses. “Roy,” He repeats, testing how the name curls from his tongue.

He brings a hand up to the other man’s wrist, stopping it short of taking his sunglasses off. Maybe another time, but not the first time. Roy leans in to kiss him instead.

Dick easily lets this happen, understanding the boundary clearly as he kisses back.

He’s grateful for the discretion since he’s had people push it in the past. Roy deepens the kiss and drops his hand to the other man’s side.

He grabs the other man’s hand, guiding it to sit at the waistband of his boxers, permission to venture further if he wants.

Roy takes the permission for what it is, hand moving down, touch gentle between his legs. And he never breaks the kiss until they absolutely have to breathe.

He breaks the kiss for air, head tilting back with a noise as the other man’s calloused fingers find his t-dick.

Roy’s fingers are experienced, but careful too. “Tell me what you like?” he asked. Communication is key and all that.

“Terminology, call it my dick, or cunt.” He explains, breath hitching softly. “Okay with penetration, got a strap if you want to be fucked. Happy to give head or receive. Hard limits are no piss or shit.”

Roy’s fingers started moving quicker at his deeper breathing, rather enjoying the reaction he was getting. “We have the same hard limits,” he assured the other man. “What do you want me to call you?” Sometimes people had preferences on that in the bedroom too.

He bucks against Roy’s hand, unable to control himself with such stimulation. His cheeks red and eyes fluttering as he tries to focus on answering the question, trying and failing not to stutter around a pleasured whimper. “Anything.” There’s a beat before he continues, knowing his name is a common one, making it harder to find him. “Names Dick.”

His hand teases the other man’s cockhead as he bites into his neck.

Roy moaned happily in response, gripping Stray’s side to keep him close, knowing the bite might ultimately scar.

Dick licks the wound, pulling back to look up at Arsenal’s face. “Sure you’re not a god? Cause no mortal should be this stunning.”

“If I were a god, you’d be naked already,” Roy teased him.

He snorts softly, a grin on his lips. He moves his hand faster, kissing the other.

His breathing quickens with the movements, Roy closing his eyes to just enjoy the sensations. It’s been a few weeks since anyone has touched him, which is a while by his standards.

He lets the kiss last for a moment longer before pulling away, sinking down to his knees.

Roy brings his hands down, fingers through his hair, keeping him close.

Dick hums at the touch, leaning into it for a moment before using his hands to pull down Arsenal’s pants enough to free his cock. His mouth waters at the sight of it.

He’s achingly hard and ready, so turned on he can’t think straight.

He leans forward, giving the cockhead teasing kitten licks, moaning at the taste of his precum.

Part of him realizes letting a stranger near his dick isn't the wisest choice, but he’s done worse in the past and it ended up fine. So he merely takes a breath and enjoys the feeling.

After a moment he takes more of the other man’s cock into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and bobbing his head.

The other man’s mouth is warm and inviting, and Roy hisses in his breath as pleasure slowly gathers at the base of his spine.

One hand grips the other man’s thigh, while his free hand wanders, before finding its way to Arsenal’s balls.

“Oh fuck, I won’t last…” Roy warns as soon as he realizes it’s true.

The warning just causes Dick to keep at it, fondly the others ball’s as his pace picks up.

Roy took that as permission to let go. He came with a quietly half moaned, “yes,” hips moving a bit as he pumped into the other man’s mouth, balls gone tight.

He happily took it all, pulling back after a moment with his mouth still open, seed on his tongue before swallowing it and showing an empty mouth.

Roy brought a hand to his face, thumb against his bottom lip. “You’re sure fucking attractive. Like holy hell, even with a mask on.”

“The same should be said for you.” He comments before wrapping his lips around Arsenal’s thumb, just to tease.

He bit his own bottom lip as he watched. “You’ve been so good to me, what do you want now?”

He pulls away from the other man’s thumb with a ‘pop’, his lips wet and slightly puffy. “I want to show you the bedroom, where you’ll hopefully end up fucking me.” It’s a suggestion more than anything, the way Dick says it lets Arsenal know nothing further needs to happen, that he won’t be upset.

“Yes. Not at all how I saw my visit to Gotham going, but yes,” Roy replied.

Easily balancing himself, Dick stands before grabbing the taller man’s hand and leading him towards the bedroom.

“It’ll take me a bit to get hard again. Can I get you off?” Roy asked as he followed.

“You’re more than welcome to.” He purrs out, moving to sit on the bed and smirk up at the other.

Roy grins and begins to pull the rest of their clothes off.

Both their clothes come off easily but Dick pauses the other man’s hands before he can pull his boxers off. “Fair warning, I’m not cis.”

He pauses, surprised but not bothered. “I would have never known, but it changes nothing for me,” Roy assures him, grateful now more than ever that he carries condoms around.

His smile is soft, and he gives a relieved sigh before speaking. “Any alternative names? Arsenal is a mouthful to moan out.” He wasn’t expecting a real name, just something shorter, and hoped the hero understood that.

He considers that for a moment, then figures the tabloids already know, so why not. “Roy. My name is Roy.” He trusts this man, and he’s not sure if it’s because they’re about to be very naked together or what, but he does.

His hands cups the other man’s face, fingers teasing under the edge of the sunglasses. “Roy,” He repeats, testing how the name curls from his tongue.

He brings a hand up to the other man’s wrist, stopping it short of taking his sunglasses off. Maybe another time, but not the first time. Roy leans in to kiss him instead.

Dick easily lets this happen, understanding the boundary clearly as he kisses back.

He’s grateful for the discretion since he’s had people push it in the past. Roy deepens the kiss and drops his hand to the other man’s side.

He grabs the other man’s hand, guiding it to sit at the waistband of his boxers, permission to venture further if he wants.

Roy takes the permission for what it is, hand moving down, touch gentle between his legs. And he never breaks the kiss until they absolutely have to breathe.

He breaks the kiss for air, head tilting back with a noise as the other man’s calloused fingers find his t-dick.

Roy’s fingers are experienced, but careful too. “Tell me what you like?” he asked. Communication is key and all that.

“Terminology, call it my dick, or cunt.” He explains, breath hitching softly. “Okay with penetration, got a strap if you want to be fucked. Happy to give head or receive. Hard limits are no piss or shit.”

His hand teases the other man’s cockhead as he bites into his neck.

Roy moaned happily in response, gripping Stray’s side to keep him close, knowing the bite might ultimately scar.

Dick licks the wound, pulling back to look up at Arsenal’s face. “Sure you’re not a god? Cause no mortal should be this stunning.”

“If I were a god, you’d be naked already,” Roy teased him.

He snorts softly, a grin on his lips. He moves his hand faster, kissing the other.

His breathing quickens with the movements, Roy closing his eyes to just enjoy the sensations. It’s been a few weeks since anyone has touched him, which is a while by his standards.

He lets the kiss last for a moment longer before pulling away, sinking down to his knees.

Roy brings his hands down, fingers through his hair, keeping him close.

Dick hums at the touch, leaning into it for a moment before using his hands to pull down Arsenal’s pants enough to free his cock. His mouth waters at the sight of it.

He’s achingly hard and ready, so turned on he can’t think straight.

He leans forward, giving the cockhead teasing kitten licks, moaning at the taste of his precum.

Part of him realizes letting a stranger near his dick isn't the wisest choice, but he’s done worse in the past and it ended up fine. So he merely takes a breath and enjoys the feeling.

After a moment he takes more of the other man’s cock into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and bobbing his head.

The other man’s mouth is warm and inviting, and Roy hisses in his breath as pleasure slowly gathers at the base of his spine.

One hand grips the other man’s thigh, while his free hand wanders, before finding its way to Arsenal’s balls.

“Oh fuck, I won’t last…” Roy warns as soon as he realizes it’s true.

The warning just causes Dick to keep at it, fondly the others ball’s as his pace picks up.

Roy took that as permission to let go. He came with a quietly half moaned, “yes,” hips moving a bit as he pumped into the other man’s mouth, balls gone tight.

He happily took it all, pulling back after a moment with his mouth still open, seed on his tongue before swallowing it and showing an empty mouth.

Roy brought a hand to his face, thumb against his bottom lip. “You’re sure fucking attractive. Like holy hell, even with a mask on.”

“The same should be said for you.” He comments before wrapping his lips around Arsenal’s thumb, just to tease.

He bit his own bottom lip as he watched. “You’ve been so good to me, what do you want now?”

He pulls away from the other man’s thumb with a ‘pop’, his lips wet and slightly puffy. “I want to show you the bedroom, where you’ll hopefully end up fucking me.” It’s a suggestion more than anything, the way Dick says it lets Arsenal know nothing further needs to happen, that he won’t be upset.

“Yes. Not at all how I saw my visit to Gotham going, but yes,” Roy replied.

Easily balancing himself, Dick stands before grabbing the taller man’s hand and leading him towards the bedroom.

“It’ll take me a bit to get hard again. Can I get you off?” Roy asked as he followed.

“You’re more than welcome to.” He purrs out, moving to sit on the bed and smirk up at the other.

Roy grins and begins to pull the rest of their clothes off.

Both their clothes come off easily but Dick pauses the other man’s hands before he can pull his boxers off. “Fair warning, I’m not cis.”

He pauses, surprised but not bothered. “I would have never known, but it changes nothing for me,” Roy assures him, grateful now more than ever that he carries condoms around.

His smile is soft, and he gives a relieved sigh before speaking. “Any alternative names? Arsenal is a mouthful to moan out.” He wasn’t expecting a real name, just something shorter, and hoped the hero understood that.

He considers that for a moment, then figures the tabloids already know, so why not. “Roy. My name is Roy.” He trusts this man, and he’s not sure if it’s because they’re about to be very naked together or what, but he does.

His hands cups the other man’s face, fingers teasing under the edge of the sunglasses. “Roy,” He repeats, testing how the name curls from his tongue.

He brings a hand up to the other man’s wrist, stopping it short of taking his sunglasses off. Maybe another time, but not the first time. Roy leans in to kiss him instead.

Dick easily lets this happen, understanding the boundary clearly as he kisses back.

He’s grateful for the discretion since he’s had people push it in the past. Roy deepens the kiss and drops his hand to the other man’s side.

He grabs the other man’s hand, guiding it to sit at the waistband of his boxers, permission to venture further if he wants.

Roy takes the permission for what it is, hand moving down, touch gentle between his legs. And he never breaks the kiss until they absolutely have to breathe.

He breaks the kiss for air, head tilting back with a noise as the other man’s calloused fingers find his t-dick.

His hand teases the other man’s cockhead as he bites into his neck.

Roy moaned happily in response, gripping Stray’s side to keep him close, knowing the bite might ultimately scar.

Dick licks the wound, pulling back to look up at Arsenal’s face. “Sure you’re not a god? Cause no mortal should be this stunning.”

“If I were a god, you’d be naked already,” Roy teased him.

He snorts softly, a grin on his lips. He moves his hand faster, kissing the other.

His breathing quickens with the movements, Roy closing his eyes to just enjoy the sensations. It’s been a few weeks since anyone has touched him, which is a while by his standards.

He lets the kiss last for a moment longer before pulling away, sinking down to his knees.

Roy brings his hands down, fingers through his hair, keeping him close.

Dick hums at the touch, leaning into it for a moment before using his hands to pull down Arsenal’s pants enough to free his cock. His mouth waters at the sight of it.

He’s achingly hard and ready, so turned on he can’t think straight.

He leans forward, giving the cockhead teasing kitten licks, moaning at the taste of his precum.

Part of him realizes letting a stranger near his dick isn't the wisest choice, but he’s done worse in the past and it ended up fine. So he merely takes a breath and enjoys the feeling.

After a moment he takes more of the other man’s cock into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and bobbing his head.

The other man’s mouth is warm and inviting, and Roy hisses in his breath as pleasure slowly gathers at the base of his spine.

One hand grips the other man’s thigh, while his free hand wanders, before finding its way to Arsenal’s balls.

“Oh fuck, I won’t last…” Roy warns as soon as he realizes it’s true.

The warning just causes Dick to keep at it, fondly the others ball’s as his pace picks up.

Roy took that as permission to let go. He came with a quietly half moaned, “yes,” hips moving a bit as he pumped into the other man’s mouth, balls gone tight.

He happily took it all, pulling back after a moment with his mouth still open, seed on his tongue before swallowing it and showing an empty mouth.

Roy brought a hand to his face, thumb against his bottom lip. “You’re sure fucking attractive. Like holy hell, even with a mask on.”

“The same should be said for you.” He comments before wrapping his lips around Arsenal’s thumb, just to tease.

He bit his own bottom lip as he watched. “You’ve been so good to me, what do you want now?”

He pulls away from the other man’s thumb with a ‘pop’, his lips wet and slightly puffy. “I want to show you the bedroom, where you’ll hopefully end up fucking me.” It’s a suggestion more than anything, the way Dick says it lets Arsenal know nothing further needs to happen, that he won’t be upset.

“Yes. Not at all how I saw my visit to Gotham going, but yes,” Roy replied.

Easily balancing himself, Dick stands before grabbing the taller man’s hand and leading him towards the bedroom.

“It’ll take me a bit to get hard again. Can I get you off?” Roy asked as he followed.

“You’re more than welcome to.” He purrs out, moving to sit on the bed and smirk up at the other.

Roy grins and begins to pull the rest of their clothes off.

Both their clothes come off easily but Dick pauses the other man’s hands before he can pull his boxers off. “Fair warning, I’m not cis.”

He pauses, surprised but not bothered. “I would have never known, but it changes nothing for me,” Roy assures him, grateful now more than ever that he carries condoms around.

His smile is soft, and he gives a relieved sigh before speaking. “Any alternative names? Arsenal is a mouthful to moan out.” He wasn’t expecting a real name, just something shorter, and hoped the hero understood that.

He considers that for a moment, then figures the tabloids already know, so why not. “Roy. My name is Roy.” He trusts this man, and he’s not sure if it’s because they’re about to be very naked together or what, but he does.

His hands cups the other man’s face, fingers teasing under the edge of the sunglasses. “Roy,” He repeats, testing how the name curls from his tongue.

He brings a hand up to the other man’s wrist, stopping it short of taking his sunglasses off. Maybe another time, but not the first time. Roy leans in to kiss him instead.

Dick easily lets this happen, understanding the boundary clearly as he kisses back.

He’s grateful for the discretion since he’s had people push it in the past. Roy deepens the kiss and drops his hand to the other man’s side.

He grabs the other man’s hand, guiding it to sit at the waistband of his boxers, permission to venture further if he wants.

His hand teases the other man’s cockhead as he bites into his neck.

Roy moaned happily in response, gripping Stray’s side to keep him close, knowing the bite might ultimately scar.

Dick licks the wound, pulling back to look up at Arsenal’s face. “Sure you’re not a god? Cause no mortal should be this stunning.”

“If I were a god, you’d be naked already,” Roy teased him.

He snorts softly, a grin on his lips. He moves his hand faster, kissing the other.

His breathing quickens with the movements, Roy closing his eyes to just enjoy the sensations. It’s been a few weeks since anyone has touched him, which is a while by his standards.

He lets the kiss last for a moment longer before pulling away, sinking down to his knees.

Roy brings his hands down, fingers through his hair, keeping him close.

Dick hums at the touch, leaning into it for a moment before using his hands to pull down Arsenal’s pants enough to free his cock. His mouth waters at the sight of it.

He’s achingly hard and ready, so turned on he can’t think straight.

He leans forward, giving the cockhead teasing kitten licks, moaning at the taste of his precum.

Part of him realizes letting a stranger near his dick isn't the wisest choice, but he’s done worse in the past and it ended up fine. So he merely takes a breath and enjoys the feeling.

After a moment he takes more of the other man’s cock into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and bobbing his head.

The other man’s mouth is warm and inviting, and Roy hisses in his breath as pleasure slowly gathers at the base of his spine.

One hand grips the other man’s thigh, while his free hand wanders, before finding its way to Arsenal’s balls.

“Oh fuck, I won’t last…” Roy warns as soon as he realizes it’s true.

The warning just causes Dick to keep at it, fondly the others ball’s as his pace picks up.

Roy took that as permission to let go. He came with a quietly half moaned, “yes,” hips moving a bit as he pumped into the other man’s mouth, balls gone tight.

He happily took it all, pulling back after a moment with his mouth still open, seed on his tongue before swallowing it and showing an empty mouth.

Roy brought a hand to his face, thumb against his bottom lip. “You’re sure fucking attractive. Like holy hell, even with a mask on.”

“The same should be said for you.” He comments before wrapping his lips around Arsenal’s thumb, just to tease.

He bit his own bottom lip as he watched. “You’ve been so good to me, what do you want now?”

He pulls away from the other man’s thumb with a ‘pop’, his lips wet and slightly puffy. “I want to show you the bedroom, where you’ll hopefully end up fucking me.” It’s a suggestion more than anything, the way Dick says it lets Arsenal know nothing further needs to happen, that he won’t be upset.

“Yes. Not at all how I saw my visit to Gotham going, but yes,” Roy replied.

Easily balancing himself, Dick stands before grabbing the taller man’s hand and leading him towards the bedroom.

“It’ll take me a bit to get hard again. Can I get you off?” Roy asked as he followed.

“You’re more than welcome to.” He purrs out, moving to sit on the bed and smirk up at the other.

Roy grins and begins to pull the rest of their clothes off.

Both their clothes come off easily but Dick pauses the other man’s hands before he can pull his boxers off. “Fair warning, I’m not cis.”

He pauses, surprised but not bothered. “I would have never known, but it changes nothing for me,” Roy assures him, grateful now more than ever that he carries condoms around.

His smile is soft, and he gives a relieved sigh before speaking. “Any alternative names? Arsenal is a mouthful to moan out.” He wasn’t expecting a real name, just something shorter, and hoped the hero understood that.

He considers that for a moment, then figures the tabloids already know, so why not. “Roy. My name is Roy.” He trusts this man, and he’s not sure if it’s because they’re about to be very naked together or what, but he does.

His hands cups the other man’s face, fingers teasing under the edge of the sunglasses. “Roy,” He repeats, testing how the name curls from his tongue.

He brings a hand up to the other man’s wrist, stopping it short of taking his sunglasses off. Maybe another time, but not the first time. Roy leans in to kiss him instead.

Dick easily lets this happen, understanding the boundary clearly as he kisses back.