076. Right

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When they fuck, they fuck without reasoning behind it. And that suits either of them fine.

They were old friends — knew each other's habits, their limits, their wants.

He pulls down Roy's hips, nearly nose-to-slack-pants-crouch, and Roy catches the wordless cue, furiously working his hands over his heavy, silver belt buckle.

The three day scruff on Dick's cheek grazes the side of Roy's cock as Dick nuzzles it. Those same delightfully moistened lips envelope him wetly. Roy resists the urge to just wildly fuck that mouth. Dick does that to him, quickly and without flaws.

Abandon reason. Abandon restraint.

God — they were perfect together sometimes.

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DC Comics isn't mine. Something I got to write a while back but never posted! Now I can! I do love them a lot. Thoughts/comments always welcome! :D