Groaning, Wally removed his finger from inside Dick and moved away from him so he could better talk. Giving the best dead pan look could muster considering the situation, the older teen said, "Look, we can talk about this until we're both flaccid or we can continue and use mechanics as pillow talk." Thoughtfully, Dick decided – pulling Wally back down on top of him and wrapping his legs around his waist, he claimed his lips. Smirking into the kiss as he deepened it, he reinserted his digit to the knuckle as Dick bucked against it. He slowly began swirling it, hitting that sweet spot as often as possible before adding the second and then the third and final finger while continuing the process. His hard on was getting painfully so as he kissed along Dick's neckline, licking and sucking randomly. He lost himself in that soft skin until Dick finally screamed, "Fuck, Wallace, just get in me already!"

He chuckled to himself as he licked the shell of Dick's ear, earning him a shiver. Grabbing the lube again as he pulled his fingers out, he coated it on his shaft before repositioning them both, Dick now on his knees above his lap. He knew it had been quite some time, Wally was afraid of hurting Dick due to how tight he was and how he squirmed with discomfort as the digit became plural. Working his way slowly in, Dick soon became impatient – he wanted Wally now – as he thrust himself down hard, effectively impaling himself on Wally. Their unison cries rang through the room as they began to find a rhythm between them. Wally started to vibrate as he rammed into Dick even faster, taking full advantage of his meta-human speed while his lover cried out his name while bouncing furiously on his lap. They could hear their sex noises louder than ever before; the silence served as an amplifier to the symphony their body sang.

Their kisses were desperate yet full of passion, attempting to capture one another's lips long enough for it to last. Wally slid his hand up Dick's body, caressing and grasping along the way. As he felt the familiar coil in his stomach, Wally reached between them and began stroking Dick at the same rhythm their bodies moved; he turned his lover's head to the side as he gave him love bites down to his nipples. Sucking and nibbling on that sensitive skin, Dick arched into his touch while pulling madly on Wally's hair. Moaning into his chest, he moved his face to Dick's as they shared a sloppy yet passionate kiss. They climaxed in sync, both slouching into the other as they drained themselves dry. The release, while sudden, was more than they had achieved on their own since the whole mess began – it had been long awaited and badly needed. Nuzzling against Dick, Wally contently nibbled on his ear before settling with kissing his temple.

"So…you said something about pillow talk?"

Groaning once again, he had secretly hoped to avoid the topic, Wally unhooked himself from Dick. Holding him at arm's length, Wally looked him in the face.

"You really want to know?"

"It's just a little bit of friendly curiosity."

A sly smile crept across Dick's face as he sheepishly looked back into Wally's eyes. At least, that was as far as Wally could tell; the domino mask always made it hard to read his face. Throwing up his arms in defeat, he conceded.

"Fine! Fine, I'll tell you. It's all boring mechanics anyways; I don't see what the big deal is…"

He adjusted Dick in his lap, slowly pulling himself out with a hiss as he felt himself get half hard again, he positioned himself for full visibility. Gesturing towards 'it', he continued.

"Look, Dude, this mass of meat is considered an organ, right?"

At first Dick was mesmerized by his lover's piece, though he quickly snapped out of it. Blushing, he tried to hide his obvious arousal.

"R-right…"

"Well…this is my actual…you know…penis."

"Wait, what? How does it-"

"My uncle replaced the veins with electrical wires that expand and contract based off of the patterns my brain lets off. It's still just as unruly as always, sometimes worse and even harder to get rid of, but it and my cum – it's still basically the same, it's just a little altered is all. Like the rest of me. Anyways, that's the easy explanation – the long one could take a while and if you really want to know you should ask Uncle Barry."

"O-oh, I guess that makes sense."

"Yeah, pretty boring, huh?"

"I-I guess. But wait, why?"

"I may be half metal but I'm still a teenager. I still have urges and he knows full well that speedsters need this. It must have been a weird operation to proceed with, but he meant well. 'Sides, who says that I wouldn't want to start a family when I'm older? That's what he said, anyways."

"Tou….che…"

"Uuuh, Dick?"

"Hmm?"

His eyes never left Wally's lap as he bit his lip in the seductive way he did.

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like you're try into figure out how you want to eat your favorite foods all at once."

"Uuuuuhhh…"

He reached out and gently caressed the afore mentioned organ, causing it to fully harden and twitch slightly.

"Dude, really?"

"What?"

"How can that turn you on?"

"What can I say – I've got a thing for tech."

That wicked smile spread across Dick's face once again as he looked him in the face. Wally gulped, knowing full well he was in for it.

"Let me guess: One more round?"

"Maybe."

With a coy look on his face Dick leaned into Wally, trailing kisses up his still clothed chest before latching onto his neck through the partial cowl while his lover moaned his appreciation. Dick had long since learned that his neck was the speedster's weak spot. The fact that he knew he was only part human made it all the more curious, made him want to test every plane of the half human, half machine body in an attempt to figure out all of his reactions. How did his nerve endings still work? Or was his skin like a touch screen, programmed to react based off of calibrations? Did he need to be reset from time to time?

Somehow all of the thoughts on the mechanics behind his boyfriend made Robin hotter, making him want Kid Flash all over again. Grinding into his lover's lap, Robin kissed up his chin until they were locking lips once more – their desperation renewed. Kid Flash reached around his barely clothed partner grasping his supple ass as he moaned into their kiss. Wally wanted to remove the rest of their offending clothing, wanted to make love to Dick not Robin, but he knew full well the danger that would entail. Running his hands along the lithe, scarred body of his lover, he remembered how all of those scars began.

The jagged cut below his left peck, just between two ribs from the time they fought Harley Quinn as she attempted to steal Bane's venom. The whip lines down him back from an incident involving Poison Ivy and her 'babies' trying to destroy Keystone Research Facility for creating the world's first weed killer that targets specific species. Brushing under his top and onto his left shoulder he found one of the many minor scars that they both received from the battle of Project Cadmus. They'd created so many memories, so many instances where they were together in ways that no one could possibly comprehend. There were so many times they thought they were going to die and didn't, so many times they risked themselves for the sake of the other.

Their love had grown through all of this, like the strongest life line tossed out for a man lost long ago at sea. As thick as thieves through thick and thin, they were in it for the long haul. Kid Flash began to kiss Robin with less desperation than passion, caressed him with less urgency than love. At that point what they were doing became something softer and full of meaning; they went from having sex to making love. Dusting kisses down his chest and back up again, Wally reached over for the bottle. As he began to prepare Dick once more, it didn't take long until he was moaning into Wally's neck, "Please, please just do it already!" Thrusting upward into Dick, he moved to the rhythm of their shared erratic heartbeat.

In the chamber receiving the video feed they had long since cut the audio and tried to find productive things to do that involved not having to watch the two teen heroes going at it. The henchmen knew they should call the boss and alert him of this…development, but somehow no matter how they phrased it the conversation came out very awkward in their head. 'Sides, this couldn't possibly be important, right? Who cares if two heroes are gay for each other – don't ask, don't tell definitely applies here, didn't it?