This is a repost of a fill I posted on the yj_anon_meme kink meme. The content has been edited from its original content, as I posted the original before I truly edited it. I did indeed write this in its entirety, before and after the edits.
Original Prompt:
Rawr.
That is all.
Disclaimer: Dick Grayson/Robin and Superboy do not belong to me, nor does the universe they occupy.
I hope you enjoy!
Superboy isn't sure how it happened. One minute he and Robin were talking, (well, Robin was talking, Superboy was just trying to understand the concept) and the next he was flat on his back on the couch, staring up into the white-out eye-slots of Robin's mask perilously close to his face. He's not sure what to do; if he throws Robin into the T.V. everyone will be pissed, but having the young hero on his chest is very disconcerting.
"C'mon, just say it."
Superboy grunts and glares at him, "No."
Robin cocks his head; his expression (from what Superboy can see) is thoughtful.
"No?"
He nods, feeling heat rise in his cheeks and that teeth-grinding familiar feeling of not knowing what was going on. Not for the first time, he wonders how different everything could be if he just knew what to do.
"Why not?" Robin's tone is light, curious, and Superboy wonders just what he's planning.
"Because I don't want to." Isn't that enough?
Robin props his chin on his hand, shifting to settle himself comfortably against his body with the ease of long practice.
"But I want you to."
Superboy's brow furrows in confusion, he doesn't understand why that matters.
"C'mon. Just this once."
His lilting tone earns him an incredulous look from the clone but he only grins cheekily in response, trying for something innnocent. Superboy wonders why he bothers.
"Why?" He asks, finally, and feels his resolve start to crumble, and he thinks he should be more concerned.
Robin's grin widens and Superboy knows instinctively that Robin can sense that weakness. Sometimes he wonders if Robin's part shark. Then he remembers he's Batman's protege and somehow that's even more unsettling.
"Because I want to hear you say it. Like this," He bares his teeth in a grimace, deepening his voice to mimic the other teen's, "Rawr," He snaps his teeth for emphasis.
Superboy stares at him, a dubious expression firmly etched on his chiseled features.
"And if I do that, you'll get off?"
Robin freezes for a moment and Superboy wonders what he could have possibly said-and then Robin shifts again, just a little, and Superboy finds his hips hemmed in by the other teens, the vaguest sense of pressure against his groin. He feels the need to shift, just a little, and wonders helplessly why.
"Oh yeah," Robin chirps, grinning just like the cat in that movie M'gann made him watch last Tuesday, "Definitely."
Superboy sighs and shifts just slightly. He feels hot and uncomfortable and there's tickling in his belly he's never felt before. He's not sure he likes it, but maybe it's just the fact no one's ever laid on top him before. He takes a deep breath and bares his teeth like Robin demonstrated moments before.
"Rawr," he grinds out, looking less angry and more perturbed. He isn't sure if he did it right. When Robin laughs, he jerks and glares at him. He hates being made fun of, especially by someone he knows but Robin just leans forward to press a kiss to his lips.
"Rawr back atcha, Dino-dude."