Pairings:
DickxWallyxhandcuffs

Summary:
I bet you can guess what this is about.

Rating:
M for sex, handcuffs, duct tape and Wally in a thong.

AN:
First bondage fic :3 That must be some kind of fanfic virginity, right?

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"Dick, are you sure about this?"

The smirk twitched a little wider, and fuck if Wally's heart didn't go all hummingbird-like.

"'course I am. We made a deal, remember? I did your kink, now it's my turn."

Focusing solely on Dick's face and not the way his own was crackling with a heat that measured higher than the sun—which he totally knew the temperature of, by the way—Wally stepped out fully from behind the bathroom door. "There. See?"

The ginger hadn't thought it possible that his cheeks held the power to become even redder, however it became apparent that yes, yes they could, as Dick bit his lip.

"When I first met you, West, I didn't think I'd ever say this-" His tone was hushed and all-too-appropriate for a bedroom. "-but, man, do you look good in a thong."

Wally tried to steady his breathing.

"Go on, give us a twirl," coaxed Dick playfully. He tipped his chin up at the response. "There are more uses for that tongue than just sticking it out, Wally. Get over here."

Wally obliged. Of course he did. Even though he was wearing next-to-nothing and Dick was grinning and biting kisses along the freckled skin of his neck and shoulders, it was always fun when they had a spare moment or two alone.

Plus there was the whole hormones thing.

That probably helped.

There wasn't a lot of effort required to flip Wally over. It wasn't like he was protesting – especially when certain fingers began to touch a particularly sensitive piece of anatomy that was contained only by a thin triangle of lace. He barely even noticed the handcuffs...

"Do you remember the safety word?" asked Dick.

"Uh... No."

The mischievous boy shrugged. "That's okay – you're not going to be able to talk, anyway. Close your eyes."

Never mind his life – Wally trusted Dick with his chocolate, and that was really saying something about the kind of relationship they enjoyed. So he did as he was told without a second thought as something was strapped near his fingers, a band over each wrist, a couple more at his feet.

Then, before he could blink, he couldn't breathe.

"Wally! Calm down!"

He tested the barrier over his mouth. It stuck firmly on his lips.

"It's duct tape," Dick explained. "I put sweatbands on you as well – you know, to stop the metal from digging in. There's also a button by your right hand in case you get too uncomfortable. It'll give off a high-pitched alarm when pressed."

Letting out a sigh of relief, Wally watched Dick see him over once to check that he was with him so far.

"If you do find this to be... upsetting, I'll take all this stuff off with no questions asked." His gaze flicked over towards the older man's. "Did I ever... explain this to you?"

No.

"I want to get you off, Wally."

Well, duh.

"But I want to do it by reading your body language and the way you sound instead of listening for when you tell me yes or faster. A challenge. Think of it as a training exercise." He smiled with his perfect teeth. "Oh, and Wally?"

The red-head locked eyes with him.

"I'm going to make you scream from behind that tape."

The warmth of breath resurfaced on his neck, decorated with damp ovals of saliva. Before they'd started dating, a few months after the tragic split between Wally and Artemis, the part-time Kid Flash had only one use for his hand when blowing off steam. But Dick was, if nothing else, more curious than anyone Wally knew (to be a detective it was a necessity) and therefore more... aware of the human body and its hotspots.

For example – nipples.

If Wally had been asked a year ago "What is the point of males having nipples?" his eyes would have widened in I-know-right along with a cry of "There isn't one!"

But when Robin parted those soft pink lips and sucked with the most sensitive changes in pressure, Wally knew the reason.

Two of Dick's fingers came into contact with the other one, careful not to neglect, and twisted it harshly. Surprised, the twenty-one-year-old groaned. It came out a deep sound, rumbling from his throat only to be muffled by that damned tape.

"Oh, you like that?"

Wally nodded violently, halting only when Dick repeated his abuse on the hardened stump of skin. The vision of Dick's face, then the ceiling, went black for a few moments as his eyes fluttered when his head lolled back.

He felt himself becoming a little stiffer beneath the sole piece of clothing on his body and pushed his hips up to gain attention. Mocking him, Dick tutted at the impatience and stood to remove his own jeans. Then he was back, on a thigh and grinding, effectively rubbing Wally's crotch with each purposeful wiggle and gliding movement.

The air was growing steamy as Wally watched his boyfriend remove his shirt, then as he massaged the thickening form over his boxers.

Once again he had to close his eyes, because knowing Dick—knowing Robin—there wasn't any hope of getting jerked off any time soon. And the sights before him weren't exactly in his favour with each aching pulse of his groin. Why the hell would a girl wear a thong, anyway? It was just tight.

Then again, girls don't get mind-fogging boners when their boyfriend's fingernails scrape from their jaw to their elbows and back, right down to their bellybutton.

"You're bulking up, Kid Flash," Dick commented, teasing the skin of Wally's hip between his teeth. "Next thing we know you'll be dying your hair black and wearing jeans with boots all the time."

Wally heard the fabric slide past the other's ankles right before pure relief swept through every boiling nerve. Mercy. That was the only word that described whatever Dick had when he pulled the thread-thin sides of the black lingerie down to his knees, allowing his erection to be moderately comfortable.

Gently, softly, cruelly, Dick stroked the pads of his fingertips from tip to base. Traced over Wally's sensitive places with touches that made feathers seem like bricks – enough to keep him whimpering against the sticky confines.

Then, against all odds, a delicious feeling spread from his cock and out his mouth with a moan as Dick fisted him a few times. He peered past his chest in time to see the black-haired teen direct his dripping head through open lips. And Dick was tugging at himself, pumping with varied speeds with his other hand reaching to pull a pink bottle from between the mattress and endboard. He didn't even stop the sudden shower of attention, simply planted unavoidably wet kisses down the side of Wally's length as he squirted a small amount onto his fingers, spread it between them with his thumb.

Wally squirmed to get a better view, listening in dismay as the handcuffs jingled. Seeming to understand the muffled whines, managing to catch the gist of "Uck, lea uh ee see!", Dick straddled the naked stomach beneath him and slid a finger past his balls to rub a tip around the now-slicked hole. He pressed it in and dropped his chin to his chest, releasing a small "Ahn" at the pain. Usually they were Wally's fingers tentatively exploring, while his other hand petted in an attempt at comfort. But now Dick had one digit in to the last knuckle and was biting his tongue to crunch down on any whimpers as the burning spread. Barely pausing to allow the ache to settle, it was withdrawn a couple of centimetres before being pushed back in accompanied by a second. Wally couldn't have looked anywhere else.

Dick delved further and he moaned rough and loud. Wally could imagine it, could see from the way that he was turning and thrusting his fingers, was jealous. Wanted it to be him.

Not that Dick didn't know. He reached over and scrambled in his bedside table, tearing open the tab of a new box and grabbing a flat, foil square. There was no reason for Dick to not be good at putting condoms on, what with all the practise he had, and he stepped up to the mark with a ring of his thumb and index finger.

He lowered down, trying not to stiffen against the feeling, allowing himself to adjust.

Dick then hesitated a bob.

And Wally's mind was just gone.

He thrust up to meet the tight, wet feeling and the Robin hissed and the obscene sound of skin on lubricated skin became a mere background noise. Wally knew that Dick was moving in that way, with those choppy, uneven bounces, to hit his prostate bang on each time he slid down again. Everything was the heat and the stars in his vision and his dick and his Dick. All swirled to create the perfect pleasure.

Then there were the noises—the high-pitched pants entwined amongst smothered groans—mixed with the whole sensation of being fucked while Dick left red stripes on his chest where his nails dug in ruthlessly.

"Scream."

Wally left his wonderland for a second to focus on Dick's flushed face.

"Mm?"

Teeth were bared. "Scream, Wally!"

As the command left his lips, Dick dropped right down and Wally didn't have to force anything, especially not the yell that burst from his lungs. It was short but enough for Dick, who froze as everything just tightened and released. His hand continued working till he was totally spent, then picked up his pace again until Wally came.

Dick flopped out. Already limp and tired, giving himself two minutes in a starfish-resembling position, he absently tossed the used latex into the bin. Having calmed, the boy got up and was soon back with a damp face towel to swab up the cold, white gloop on his boyfriend's stomach and now sluggish-looking penis. Upon wadding up the tape and unlocking the cuffs, the teen was pulled into a smooth, loving kiss.

"Your kink," Wally breathed, replacing the spaces with lips, "makes my kink look like a blank piece of paper."

Dick grinned, balling and throwing the towel into the hamper and nuzzling into Wally's neck.

They fell back, exhausted and cuddling and smiling.