Ok so I just found out that male lactation is actually possible & now I can't stop imagining during a make out session, Bruce squeezes Dick's tits & then Dick's nipples squirt thick, sticky & creamy white liquid-y substance. Curious, Bruce licks it for a taste... & the rest is history.
Theyād just barely managed to get back into the cave fully clothed, and the minute theyād crossed its threshold and managed to get out of the Batmobile separate of eachother (a miracle in and of itself), theyād hastily stripped out of their full suits. Well, Dick had, left in just his green shortsāpanties reallyā and his compression tank, matching Bruceās own. The older was still sporting the bottom half of his Batman suit (something Dick would hopefully fix, soon).
Theyāre grabbing at whatever they can from the other, so hungry for contact and alleviating the growing pressure against their cups any way they can that just as Dick is grinding down and gripping into Bruceās hair, Bruce kneads at his chest a little as he presses Dick down by the hips and before either know itā
Dick winces a little from the pressure, swallowing down a moan at the new and unexpected sensation that follows. He blinks it back in a similar act of restraint before he can feel the front of his shirt dampen and Bruceās hand still on him.
He hadnāt thought that heāobviously it was a possibility (despite recurring complaints from his teacher, Dick did actually pay attention in biology class, he just couldnāt sit all the way still through it when he was running the previous nights patrol through his head to prep for tonightās) but he hadnāt thought it could happen to him.
He chances a look up at Bruce who looks absolutely and completely entranced. Whatās more, he pushes forward with a new curiosity as he gently squeezes again, Dickās body jolting involuntarily. An embarrassingly whiny moan slips out of him, cock throbbing in his cup at how Bruceās hands stiffen and refuse to let him twist away from the humiliation or the assault on his chest as Bruce nips at his neck. The older man eventually moves to level his gaze with the situation at (and all over his) hand, daring to taste in much a similar fashion of Eve and her apple, nectar of his vice dripping down his chin in ivory pearls.
(Sin, both shared outside and isolated within the confines of Bruceās mind, had never been so satisfyingly sweet as this. What he should be doing and what heās given into doing are two completely different things, the man he presents himself to beāboth as Batman and Bruce Wayneā is lost somewhere between Gothamās damned streets and the lavish mansion above them. Here, in the purgatory of desire, he allows himself to fall just enough to float. Itās shockingāshould be shocking how easily heās allowed himself to slip into depravity, were he not so used to masks and were Dick not such an unfairly beautiful temptation and tempter, scales and all.)
(Said panties slide to the side with an ease that Bruce really should concern himself with when heās not busy tearing them off.)