The Birdflash Chronicles
Title: Birthday Surprises
Summary: Fed up with always being at his boyfriend's mercy whenever they have sex, Dick has come up with the perfect plan to turn things around when he invites the speedster over to spend the night with him on his eighteenth birthday. Too bad it ends up backfiring, at least until the truth comes out, in the end, Dick is left frustrated while Wally gets a bit of an ego boost...
Genres: Romance, Hurt/Comfort & Humor
Rating: M
Warnings: AU, Anal Intercourse, Anilingus, Attempted Suicide (Past; Mentioned), Bondage (Light), Child Sexual Abuse (Past; Mentioned/Implied), Crossdressing, Dub-Con (Mild), Fingering, Fondling, Forced Orgasms, Grinding, Groping, Kissing, Pain Kink (Mild), Post-Series, Roleplaying (Light), Sex Toys, Sexual Torture (Consensual), Spanking, Teasing, Underage Sex, Vibrating, etc...
Pairing: Established Birdflash
Wally's never going to see THIS coming...
That was really the only thought going through fifteen-year-old Richard Grayson's mind as he stood in front of his full-length bathroom mirror, examining himself scrutinizingly while he finished putting on the last touches of his new outfit, which was handmade, one-of-a-kind and purchased from a seamstress online who specializes in luxury and fetish-wear. Although it wasn't often that he and the redhead discussed that part of their relationship, they'd always done things a certain way.
That wasn't to say their sex life was boring, far from it actually, but... spicing things up couldn't hurt, could it?
One could argue that a fifteen year old and seventeen (now eighteen) year old really had no business getting themselves involved in such mature, adult matters, but really, what was the big deal? They had liked each other from the moment they'd met, and the fact that they'd only rather recently taken things to that level between them was amazing.
Dick liked sex, especially because of who it was with. His boyfriend was kind, attentive and enthusiastic. He treated him with respect but wasn't afraid to tell him when he was being reckless or unreasonable. As far as intimacy went he really had no complaints.
Except one...
First of all, he loved how Wally was in bed. That wasn't even the issue. His best friend of over four years could do things to him that he could barely comprehend. It took only minutes of having the Metahuman's hands on him that he became puddy in his hands, and he enjoyed it. But lately there was a voice in the back of his mind wondering what it would be like to be in charge, just for one night. He got goosebumps when he thought of how it might feel to have Wally beneath him for a change, begging, moaning his name...
God, he wanted that.
Maybe this was the wrong way to go about it. He knew from experience that despite his impatience and impulsive tendencies, Wally was responsible when it came to sex. They always used protection, despite the fact that they were both clean and were incapable of becoming pregnant. The redhead made sure he was comfortable each time they went all the way... He knew, if he asked, the older boy would have no problem sitting down and talking to him about switching things up, he knew that.
So why did Dick feel the need to pounce on Wally with a surprise like this, and on his birthday no less?
The answer was simple: Games.
Everything was a game between them, a competition. Yes, they were boyfriend's; lovers, but they were also two very male best friends. Wally referred to him as 'dude' and at times his 'bro' not because he saw him as a literal brother, which would have been awkward, but because that was their dynamic. In the speedster's own words: "We compete like siblings, fight like an old married couple, but fuck like the stereotypical best friends who spent years being stupid and clueless before finally risking it all for something greater. If that's not true love, I don't know what is."
Hell, their first team mission together was proof enough.
They both knew Aqualad was the ideal choice to be the leader. Robin was too immature, too used to being in a pair (something he reluctantly had to concede too), but KF was too impulsive. He thought so quickly that he could take risks others couldn't and knew the consequences, but chose to ignore them. And yet despite the answer being obvious they'd spent the whole time they were on Santa Prisca throwing insults and trying to undermine one another.
Sure, they made up, but fighting about petty shit only to turn around and plot against the rest of the world with each other was something friends did.
That was why the moment he'd had the idea he knew it was perfect.
Wally had flat out refused to let Dick spend even a penny on him no matter how much he wanted to ("Rob, I don't need fancy tech or money or any of that stuff. All I need is you."), but he'd never said anything about indirectly getting him a gift that they could both enjoy for his birthday. Was it manipulative? Most definitely. Ingenious? Hell yes.
Even though his short stature and slightly feminine build, muscular chest aside, made him a bit self-conscious, the brunette knew Wally had a little bit of a size kink, among other things. Not in that way, mind you, but in the way that he could easily scoop Dick up in his arms, or the way that the Boy Wonder had to tilt his head back slightly now if he wanted to look his boyfriend on the eyes. Wally was freaking huge compared to him now, and he loved the contrast between them: Tall and short, pale and tan, red hair and black hair, green eyes and blue eyes.
According to him they would have looked great in a porno.
Dick couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he caught sight of this particular outfit, which he suspected was a bit of a fantasy of the speedster's, at least if his browser history was anything to go by. Though the outfit emphasized his more petite side, it was horribly uncomfortable, not to mention embarrassing to even look at, but it would totally be worth the three hundred dollar price tag if he could have the upper hand even once. Just one night. Was that wrong of him?
Oh, who cares, it wasn't as if Wally didn't abuse his weak spots at every possible opportunity just because he loved to watch the younger teen squirm. Besides, he fully intended to make his seventeenth birthday one the redhead would never forget, regardless of if his plan worked or not.
Which it totally would.
Knock, knock, knock!
"Hey Babe, it's me! Jeeves told me you were up here. Are ya decent?"
Dick smiled upon hearing the cheerful voice of Wally on the other side of the bathroom door, which he'd locked. He quickly pirouetted in front of the mirror, making sure everything looked just right, before taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, "Yes. I'll be out in just a sec, close your eyes and wait for me, I have a surprise for you." He hoped the older teen didn't detect the nervous edge in his voice.
"Surprise, huh? I can't wait to see it!" There was a knowing tone in that exclamation, and he smirked slightly at the cluelessness. The Metahuman had no idea what awaited him for tonight.
As he heard footsteps walking away from the door, the acrobat tried to will away the inevitable blush on his cheeks as he unlocked the door and slowly made his way out, praying that he wouldn't trip in his damn torture devices, otherwise known as Mary-Janes. He was so glad he was a male, how the hell did women stand walking around in these things?
"Did you have a good day?" Dick asked, silently inching closer while bending down to pick up the box of 'supplies' he kept hidden under his bed for when Wally wasn't around and the urge hit. Or for when he was over and they just felt like adding something extra to their fun. Wally was stretched out comfortably on his boyfriend's large, canopied bed, with his arms folded behind his head, looking as gorgeous as ever.
Perfect.
"Oh, it was so awesome, Rob! Aunt Iris and Mom made this incredible chocolate tier cake with buttercream icing, and Flash took me out to this desert area and tried teaching me all these new manoeuvres and tricks with my speed that were too dangerous before. I really hope they stick. It was so much fun! You won't believe what I finally managed to learn to do!"
He sounded so excited that the younger boy couldn't help smiling as he slowly made his way onto the bed, until he was straddling the redhead, who still had his eyes closed. "Sounds like you had a really great time, Walls. I can't wait to hear all about it... You can open your eyes now." The boy murmured.
Wally's deep green eyes fluttered open... and he stared.
Oh my God.
The speedster blinked several times, wondering if he was dreaming, or hallucinating, because there was no way in hell that what he was currently seeing was actually real, it just wasn't possible.
Had his lunch been tainted with magic mushrooms or something?
Dick was dressed like... like a Catholic schoolgirl.
Yeah, not a school boy, but a school girl. Like, with a micro miniskirt and everything. Instead of the usual red, yellow, white and black color scheme he was dressed in a blue plaid, pleated skirt, a white blouse with white thigh-high stockings and black heeled pumps. In his hair were little pink-and-blue clip-on bows, a matching large bow tied around his neck, and tiny pink and blue ribbons at the tops of his socks. The outfit matched his light, pinkish-toned skin, his hair color and his big, blue eyes perfectly.
"Happy birthday Wally," His boyfriend whispered, peering at him from under thick black lashes. Oh, he was most definitely wearing makeup. His eyelashes were even prettier than usual, and his lips had just a little bit more of a shine to them than they normally did. It was unbelievable. He literally could not fucking believe it.
The now eighteen-year-old was having a bit of trouble breathing, "I... uh, how did... when did you get that?" He demanded, gesturing awkwardly to the ensemble and swallowing hard as he looked up at what had to be every bisexual teenage boy's fantasy come to life.
"Oh, this?" Dick asked, far-too-innocently, playing with the hem of the skirt that just barely reached his upper thigh, "Or would you perhaps be referring to these...?" He ran his hand up one of the lace-trimmed silk socks, smirking as he fingered the little bow that was sewn to the top. He was definitely doing it all on purpose.
Cheeky little bastard.
If the dark, lustful expression on his lover's face was any indication, then the correct answer was: It doesn't matter because I'm literally about to hold you down and fuck you until you scream my name.
"Uh... both?"
The raven-haired boy moved so his face was inches from Wally's, "It was just a little...investment that I made. It coincidentally just happened to show up in the mail today. You like?"
Coincidence my ass.
Gulping again at their close proximity, Wally reached up and traced the edge of the younger male's blouse sleeve, running his fingers down the crook of his arm curiously. Dick allowed him to touch...for now anyway. "Yes, I like it. Very much so." He muttered, giving a laugh that was more out of shock than it was amusement. "Does your father know how you spend your allowance?" He asked teasingly.
Dick frowned at him, it wasn't working. At least, not to the degree he'd hoped, anyways. Sure, his boyfriend looked impressed and turned on, but it wasn't enough. He needed to up his game. Stat. "I don't want to talk about Bruce," he leaned in further, their lips now barely an inch apart, and he could smell the sweet scent of his boyfriend's breath. "I'd rather not talk at all right now, to be honest..."
"Is that so?" The redhead flashed him a killer smile, sliding his hands up the younger teen's sides to grasp his hips and pull him down even further, catching his lips in another one of his heart-stopping kisses that he instantly returned, lifting his own hand to cup the speedster's warm cheek. Already he could feel the lust emitting from the older boy, the way electricity seemed to run between them.
God, he loved kissing Wally.
The connection didn't last nearly as long as he would have liked, because the Metahuman broke away and started trailing his mouth over the soft curve of the brunette's neck, nibbling and licking at the sensitive skin there and making Dick shudder softly, giving a pleased sigh. He never could help how Wally's touch seemed to affect him without even trying.
His boyfriend's hands were running lightly over his back then, slowly moving towards his ass, of which the redhead was quite the big fan.
Knowing if he didn't do something now his whole set of plans for the evening would be thrown away, Dick pushed himself up and grabbed the birthday boy's hands before they could travel any further than his hips, "Stop."
The voice he used sounded so strict and firm that Wally instantly complied, though he didn't seem too happy about it, "What's wrong?" He asked, frowning.
"Nothing, but before we do this, I have a few... conditions."
Curiosity sparkled in those gorgeous green eyes once more as Wally tilted his head to the side, "Alright, I'm all ears, Babe." He offered a smile, puzzled yet interested in what he had to say at the same time.
"Rule one," Dick began, clearing his throat and trying to sound confident, in charge... everything he currently was not feeling with the way the older teen's gaze raked up and down his body. "No touching me unless I say so. You can hold onto my waist and kiss me on the lips, but that's all. Rule two, if you don't do exactly as I say, I will take this all off and the fun ends right then and there."
Wally seemed stunned by his declaration, but as he studied the boy's expression he could see a familiar fire in those striking blue eyes. Determination. It was all just a game to Dick. Well, two could definitely play at that.
"I can't touch you anywhere?" He asked, disappointedly, reaching up without any warning and palming the acrobat's genitals through the fabric of his skirt, drawing a startled squeal from him. "What about this? Am I allowed to do this?" He started vibrating his hand.
Ahhh, God... Dick bit his lip to hold back a moan, subconsciously pressing down against the buzzing sensation. It felt so damn good... But he couldn't give in no matter what. "H–Hands off or I'll cuff you to the headboard!" He gasped out, trying to regain some leverage.
It worked, the vibrations ceased, his boyfriend faltering suddenly.
The redhead furrowed his brows upon hearing that, and grinned, "I actually wouldn't mind that too much, it sounds kinky... but you know I'd be able to get out of them anyways, right?" When his little school 'girl' blinked in confusion, he elaborated, "That's what Flash taught me today, what I was trying to tell you before you started seducing me? I can finally vibrate my molecules through solid things without them blowing up. I guess everyone was right, it was my age and not my concentration all along."
Well, shit.
Seeing the stunned, worried expression on Dick's face, he grinee, and the boy yelped when the speedster suddenly grabbed ahold of his hips again and flipped them, so he was underneath Wally, the redhead's larger body looming over his, "You know, I think it was kind of mean of you to invite me over today..."
"Huh?!" The younger boy asked.
An overly dramatic sigh left Wally as he leaned down, running the tip of his nose along the smooth, pinkish-white column of his throat, listening to his breath hitch audibly. "You called me to come over here, dressed like this–" he stroked a hand up the boy's stocking-covered leg, "–knowing it's one of my biggest fantasies, with the intent to tease and torture me, on my birthday..." he stared directly into those deep blue orbs. "That's kind of evil, isn't it?"
Dick flustered, "Well... I-I didn't... I mean it wasn't supposed to–" he cut himself off, not knowing what to say, because when the other teen out it like that it did sound rather bad. Great. Now he felt guilty. "I'm sorry..."
The speedster chuckled, giving him a crooked grin. "Relax, Rob, I'm just messing you. Besides, I think as long as you're wearing this... we should take advantage of it." That made him perk up slightly, until his boyfriend added, "And I think we should start by punishing you for being such a naughty little boy."
"What do you—Ooff!" He grunted when the redhead flattened his body against the mattress, and then lips were on his neck again, sucking hard at his pulse point as those hands explored him.
Damn it, this wasn't what the brunette had wanted at all. He was the one supposed to be in charge, to reverse the roles and make Wally beg for it for once. But then that dominating mouth covered his own, a knee shoved up, forced open his thighs and rubbed, drawing a whimper from the Boy Wonder as he squirmed.
All his scheming and planning... it was getting very hard to think straight again, which was exact reason he didn't want to let the other male touch him.
Wally's hands were between in legs all of a sudden, and the Metahuman froze suddenly, jerking back and looking down at the flushed, panting acrobat. "Are... Are you wearing panties?"
Those green eyes were wide, clearly not having anticipated that.
Despite himself, Dick felt a small, cocky grin appear on his face, as he sat up slowly, trying to ignore the aching between his thighs. "Maybe..." Perhaps it wasn't too late to salvage some his plans. "Why don't you lay back and do as I say? If you behave, I might decide to show you..."
He was surprised when the speedster's gaze abruptly darkened, and his vision blurred, before he suddenly found himself face down on the bed, laying across Wally's lap, and the large bow around his neck was missing.
"I think someone needs a reminder of who the adult in this relationship is now," the young man growled in his ear, and then Dick's arms were being pulled behind his back. He was dazed and confused, but it didn't take him long to notice what was happening.
Wally was tying his wrists together with the striped pink-and-blue bow, tightly.
As soon as that registered in his lust-clouded mind, he began to struggle, "W-Wally? What are you doing?" He demanded, his voice getting a half an octave higher out of nervousness.
"What does it look like?" Dick felt a mouth against the nape of his neck, and he bit his lip again. "I'm punishing you for be such a bad boy..." A hand came down lightly across his skirt-covered ass, making him jump, startled.
Oh no... this had definitely been a big mistake.
"Haha, very funny, Walls, now let me go." He wriggled around in his lover's lap, gasping and stopping at the sharp friction it caused.
"No."
A hand ran down his back gently, and the brunette froze when he felt Wally flipping up the edge of his skirt, leaving him feeling rather exposed and vulnerable in a pair of dark blue high-cut panties trimmed in black lace.
Dick squirmed when a finger traced the line of his crack, before his boyfriend was tugging the back of the garment, drawing it tighter and causing the fabric to draw up between his cheeks, leaving them bared.
A yelp left the boy when a palm came down again and spanked him again, this time a lot harder than the first time. Before he could say anything, his mouth was being covered by a hand, and Wally's voice was in his ear, "You might wanna be quiet, Baby. If the big guy hears you making those sounds he'll come running..." He could practically hear the redhead smirk, "And we wouldn't want your mentor seeing you like this, would we...?"
Horror ran through Dick as he realized his plans had been completely turned against him. The thought of Bruce seeing him dressed this way, or even knowing about it for that matter... Oh God, he couldn't let that happen.
Deep down he knew Wally would never do anything to hurt or embarrass him like that. He was just playing the game that Dick had started, and unfortunately he'd managed to gain the upper hand.
As much as the acrobat hated to admit it, he was getting aroused wondering how the redhead would choose to punish him.
"Now, here's what's going to happen..." The hand not covering his mouth began stroking his thigh soothingly. "I'm going to set the timer on my phone for thirty minutes. During that time, I get to do whatever I want with you; kissing, spanking... and you have to let me. Your job is to hold out no matter what I do, and if you can not come in that time, then you win. I will untie you and you can do whatever you want with me, I'll do exactly as you say." His mouth was uncovered, and the birthday boy flipped him over so they were face to face, "But if I win, you're mine for the rest of the night, young lady." He grinned at him, "Do we have a deal?"
Dick stared up at him in stunned silence. Was he serious? He was really willing to give the game a chance, whereas the brunette had just assumed he was going to have his way with him no matter what he'd wanted.
The idea was tempting, but he was sure it was going to be hard as hell to hold out that long. Wally could do a lot of amazing things with his speed, he was also a cheater. If this was an anything goes game, he'd have his work cut out for him.
Wally was a fantastic lover, but he'd learned how to endure certain things over the passed few years, his stamina had definitely improved since they first started becoming intimate with one another.
How hard could it be to hold out for a measly half an hour, if it meant one of his own fantasies coming true?
"Okay..." he agreed, his expression one of determination, "Deal."
A not-very-nice smile crossed Wally's face, and he stood up suddenly, crossing the room to Dick's CD player and turning the music on to the pop music station, ensuring tjey epuldnt be overheard, before turning back around with a predatory expression.
Dick swallowed, this was not going to be easy...
Thwack—Thwack—Thwack!
A soft whimper escaped the brunette's throat as he buried his face in the pillows, gritting his teeth, tears running down his cheeks at the hot stinging feeling of Wally's hand on his bare ass cheeks persisted.
He was currently laying across the speedster's lap as he spanked him, his free hand had reached under the boy's skirt and was fondling him shamelessly at the same time. It was so humiliating, and yet moans kept escaping him no matter how hard he tried to hold them back.
The pain and the pleasure had mingled, blending into one overwhelming set of sensations, and making it difficult to tell them apart from each other. Aches and tingles ran through his body.
Eventually it stopped, and he wanted to sigh. Thank God. But his relief was short lived as the young man grabbed him by his hips and pulled him up so he was on his knees, torso and face shoved deeper into the pillows as he couldn't support himself, what with his hands being tied behind his back.
Fingers pinched his left buttock, and he whined in discomfort, feeling a stab of aggravation when Wally chuckled above him. "I know... I know it hurts, Baby, but I'm going to make it feel better now, okay?" Gentle hands massaged over the sore, burning flesh, and he reluctantly relaxed into it.
He couldn't have more than fifteen minutes left on the timer, and so far all he felt was achey and kind of horny, but it was no worse than puberty. The acrobat was confident he could hold on through to the end.
At least... he was until he felt the redhead fiddling with the lacy edge of his underwear, pulling it to the side so as to expose his ass completely without removing the garment. He frowned when lips brushed over the back of his thigh, trailing upwards slowly, before freezing as those same lips kissed him on the most intimate part of his body.
Dick turned his head so his cheek was against the blankets, trying to glance back at his lover, confused and anxious about his actions, "...Wally? What are you doing?"
"Quiet, Babe. There's something new I want to try." The young man told him, squeezing and rubbing his sore flesh, before moving on to the task at hand. Feeling hot breath against his entrance, the younger boy tried to instinctively move away from it, but Wally gripped his thighs tight to hold him in place, leaning forward and letting his tongue dart out and flicker over his hole.
A loud, shocked whimper came from the brunette, and he didn't know what to think when the moist tip of the speedster's tongue pressed into him, wriggling teasingly. It felt...good, stirring something tight and desperate in the pit of his stomach.
Then it thrusted into him, forcing him open wider, and Dick gasped at the sensation of it moving inside, wet and soft and—oh God. The boy's legs shook and he tensed his whole body, trying to block out the pleasure washing over him as his lover kept up the exploration, making him choke back the moan that tried to break passed his lips.
It was like nothing else he'd ever experienced before.
Each twist or flick of his tongue sent liquid pleasure through him, jolts running up the length of his spine and the sensations only seemed to grow stronger the longer it went on.
Wally chuckled when he eventually noticed the tremors going through his boyfriend's body as he bit harshly at his lip, nearly cutting it, trying to will his mind to go anywhere but how badly he wanted more.
Hands clutching the blankets in a white knuckled grip as he forced himself not to thrust backwards, but a soft whimper escaped Dick when a finger was pushed in beside the tongue, softly stroking and rubbing at the walls clenching around it, before pressing in deeper and curling up, quickly locating his prostate, drawing a strained moan from him.
That was when Wally started to vibrate.
Oh fuck!
Dick gave a hoarse cry and began to rock his ass back almost unconsciously, groaning and whining as his traitorous body began to react against his will. He tried to hold out, but it was quickly becoming more then the young teen could take, especially when Wally's other hand reached up and began to caress and gently squeeze his testicles, buzzing fingertips stroking over the ultra sensitive skin of his scrotum.
He was going to come, the teen could feel the telltale tightening in his body, the tingling between his legs, and nothing was going to stop it. Quickly, the boy buried his face in the blankets, stifling a scream of pleasure as the orgasm hit him hard, his entire body shaking violently in the aftermath as he collapsed on the bed with a spent whimper.
It didn't take long for his head to clear, but he didn't feel angry that he'd lost, just tired and kind of fuzzy, if that made any sense. There was also maybe a small twinge of disappointment...
But he was distracted from that by the warm lips kissing along the back of his neck, and then a husky voice whispering in his ear, "You know, Rob, if you really wanted to try topping me, all you had to do was say so." He tensed at those words, and probably would have simply ignored Wally (either out of embarrassment or because of his wounded pride), except he didn't seem willing to drop the subject.
There was a tug at the ribbon around his wrists, and the binding came undone. The redhead flipped him over before he could speak, and he was looking up into deep green eyes, "Just because I like the way we do stuff now doesn't mean I'm not open to trying new things, you know. You didn't have to put on a skirt and makeup to try an' convince me." He chuckled at the absurdity of what he'd just said.
So, the speedster had understood his intentions the whole time. Their "game" would have been Wally's win either way, in that sense. Was he really that easy to read now? What had happened to him in the last two years?
"...I'm sorry," he whispered, his face felt hot as he averted his gaze.
Both sets of the young man's fingers intertwined with his own, stretching his arms up so his hands were pinned on either side of his head, "Don't do that, Dickie. Don't distance yourself from me." Red hair tickled his skin when Wally buried his face in the younger boy's neck, "I get that we're competitive, and that sex makes you feel vulnerable... but just because it's newer to you than it is to me, that doesn't mean you should feel uncomfortable talking about it. I want us to be open about these things."
The Metahuman took a deep breath, "I love you, Dick, and this relationship isn't just about me, so talk," Wally cupped his face then, forcing the brunette to look at him, and his eyes suddenly filled with tears.
"I... I thought you'd freak out." He eventually admitted, curling his arms around Wally's neck to draw them closer together, "I just don't understand how you can trust anyone, have sex, all of it, after what happened to you..." He swallowed hard, "Wally, most of the stuff you've been through would drive a person to–"
"Kill himself?" The speedster offered, and Dick visibly flinched, about to apologize, but the elder spoke before he could, "I'm not gonna cry if you mention it, Rob. I was in a really bad place when I was a kid, you know that. But I've gotten more help and support than I ever thought I would back then. From you, my mom, Iris and Barry, the team..." He kissed the tip of his little bird's nose, "I won't say it wasn't tough, but I'm not going to let what happened to me ruin my life..."
Dick's breathing hitched when fingers began to sneak up beneath his skirt, a grin appearing on the redhead's face. "...or take away all of the things that I enjoy." A shiver ran through the boy when fingers traced him through the now sticky underwear.
"T-That's a good attitude to have..." He groaned when Wally palmed him through the silk, eyelids fluttering until he heard a rusting sound, and realized that the Metahuman was digging through the box he'd left on the bed, a thrill of anticipation running through him.
Maybe it wasn't too late to salvage the night.
Oh God...
When his boyfriend said they would try something new, this was not at all what Dick had thought he meant. But in this one instance, he was completely okay with being wrong about something.
"Nnnnghhh..." The younger boy whimpered desperately, tugging at the handcuffs keeping his wrists bound to the headboard. He wasn't sure how much more he could take of this sweet torture. "W-Walls, please!"
At the moment, Dick was trapped beneath Wally with his legs spread wide open. The young man had decided to give him what he wanted...and then turn it around to torment him. It was nearly impossible to think as the redhead rode him into the mattress, quick and dirty, with a huge fucking vibrator shoved inside of him that the speedster held the remote to.
They'd both already come twice from it, and Dick was nearing the point of collapse, but the insistent buzzing against his prostate and the hot, tight flesh squeezing his length had coaxed him into hardness yet again.
Every time the older teen thrusted down on him, moaning long and loud, he would turn up the setting of the toy. With his hands cuffed to the bed all he could really do was rock up into his boyfriend's movements and alternate between begging him to go faster and praying he'd just get off of him already.
"Oh, Dick," The redhead panted breathlessly, bending his neck so that he could nibble at the brunette's earlobe, "I'm not even close to being done with you yet, Baby," he slid his hands up the boy's chest, playing with his nipples as he started to slam himself down harder, "Fuck, that's good... Yeah, right there..."
It felt amazing and overwhelming at the same time, being helpless as Wally essentially used him for his own pleasure. Both a reward and a punishment for being so manipulative earlier, he supposed. He felt like a living sex toy, and wondered if that's how the older teen felt whenever he asked him to vibrate. Judging by the mischievous spark in those green eyes, that was a yes.
He tugged uselessly again his cuffs as his exhausted body began to prepare itself for its fourth orgasm that night, "Ahh ahhhh... Wally, faster, God!" He lifted his hips and met the redhead on the next thrust, and the cry the speedster released sent shudders down his spine, "I-I'm gonna—"
"Me too," Wally crushed their mouths together fiercely as his thumb pressed violently on the power increase button of the remote, and Dick screamed into the kiss, coming hard inside of him as the redhead wrapped a vibrating hand around his own cock to finish himself off.
Dick went limp for a moment while attempting to catch his breath, but the unceasing sharp pangs shooting through him made it clear Wally had yet to turn off the device. In fact, he shifted above him and the brunette gave an exhausted whine.
An index finger tilted his chin, "I think you still have a couple more left in you..." The speedster breathed, and his head thumped back against the pillow as he flexed his hands above his head, feeling like Wally was actually going to destroy him with sex. "Remind me to k-ahhh-kill Flash when this is over for teaching you intangibility!" He gasped as the young man started moving again.
Fuck, he didn't think he could survive going again, no way, and yet somehow he was already getting hard once more.
"What?" Wally blinked in confusion, then...started laughing, "Oh, right, I totally made that up." He smirked and leered down at his boyfriend's stunned face, "C'mon, it's my birthday, and besides... you look way hotter in handcuffs than me." He kissed him behind the ear, "I wonder how many times I can make you come before you pass out?" A wicked expression appeared on his face.
"Oh God..." Dick whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut as the redhead started fucking himself down on his cock again, drawing tired moans and gasps and pleas from the younger boy.
It was going to be a looooong night.
Ummm... yeah.
The ending was a bit rushed but only because it was starting to get kind of long for a smutty one-shot. Hope you enjoyed, be ure to review and follow or even offer your own idea/prompt you'd like me to try writing!
