Sladin or Bust! – Explicit One – Shots from the Sladin Vault –
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Dick being a bit too fond of poking fun when eating a variety of foods – aspecially with Slade being his lover in a later universe. Ah, a bit silly because of bananas. That and oxidation, read and weep!
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Just Fruits
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"Did you know that the longer a food sits, it can become something akin to a rawer "alcohol" due to its sugars, which ferment as a result…hmm…"
Slade sat up in bed; while both were currently situated at the man's flat, while his partner Grayson had innocently poked at the topic of rotten things to come.
In his hand after all, was an... accursed banana he'd been keeping whole for far too long since their little coupling session – no less than an hour ago.
"Are you trying to…make a point?" Slade batted not an eye as he refused to look up from a news article from the Daily Planet's latest scoop.
"I dunno." The twenty-year-old sighed and let his lips find the food his was currently fondling, before pulling back up. "Stop that. Eat the damn fruit." Slade grumbled and went back to is page in peace.
"No, really. Sugars break down and ferment, like bananas and avocados turn brown due to an oxidative process, the higher they go, the higher the sugars collectively become. I heard under - ripe bananas have the properties of a binder, but the ripe ones don't. They, are waay too sweet and can cause or help food related issues like food poisoning. Blame BB and his monkey brain for that vegan nonsense." Dick shrugged and took to the tip of his treat this time, being rather –
"For god's sake, Grayson! Eat that fruit now, or I'm taking it over to the trash bin!" Slade knew what was going on. Dick had gone into his own, now young and hornier than ever due to Slade being his first to awaken that "virgin's" potent lust from within. And the kid had stamina. Slade usually avoided keeping ANY sugar around in his safe houses or resting houses like this one out of Metropolis.
For this reason, it was a natural aphrodisiac he tended to lock up whenever Grayson joined him in a neighboring tryst.
"Well, it's not my fault I'm drunk on one piece of sugar." Smirked the unofficial kid cop to be of Bludhaven.
"Had to take the edge off." He tutted the now irritated merc. "You should know that I play with my food because it suits –
" Hey! That's mine!"
Slade dragged the annoying bite up to his lips and tore it off of its whole base with a dignified chew.
Smiling at Grayson cockily, while the man's hands had found his broad, unclad shoulders he felt very satisfied with himself, and…ow. Too full-on scarfing down that bite for is silly reasons…
And yet Dick went higher onto his tip toes, up for a kiss.
Slade put a finger to the man's lips. "Wait." He managed with a hard swallow and one last smack of his lips. "Get me a glass of water, boy." The thought of mashed banana between his teeth as they smooched, somehow turned his stomach, better to not risk the real thing.
Dick nodded obediently, eagerly and ran to the kitchen to fill one for his lover.
Not to choke on his treat.
Bringing it back without spilling a drop, Slade obligingly took the thing and downed it quickly, handing the empty vessel back to Dick before crashing his hungry lips against the crime fighter's already, taken two.
" Mnn!"
Slade nipped with a low growl and brought a hand behind the kid's neck, pulling his partner full flush into the merc's sturdy chest.
Licking was certainly allowed; if it felt good and no one else got hurt, they went for it per their original arrangement. This, felt fine as Slade guided his blushing love back towards the still crusted comforter with a heated twist of his torso, leading Dick to remain below his bulk as his lover's young legs dangled off the edge. Slade dipped lower, not wanting to do too much grunt work. This would teach the brat to take something in ten bites or more. Little snot boy blunder had it coming, as Slade dipped his unmasked goatee to brush past the kid's stomach, lower. Until his lips touched liquid gold and sunk over the hero's now erect cock, somehow tast -
He pulled back, snorting up at the brat.
"Banana? Is that what you did with the –
" Peel me open and find out if I taste alright…" Dick held a hand atop Slade's whiter skull, guiding him back down below with a sultry sigh. "I wanted…to have something yummy waiting for you…only a few minutes…I washed…it…. still…. ah… lingers…" He squirmed a bit as Slade noticed the taste of soap in a second lick, making the younger man mewl above him. "Still, don't go giving yourself a tropical disease, and keep away from my vegetable drawer. I'm putting a locked restriction on what we'll be having the days you come to town."
"Ah, but I like to surprise you…mostly…your, friend?"
"Stop that, Grayson." Slade licked his lips and chuckled. "Just let me put you in your place."
Dick smiled back and let his head fall against the bed, eyes shutting in pure bliss of the moment. "Go ahead, have, a blast… hgn…"
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A sweet tasting orgasm later, Slade had a perfect plan to stuff the brat – but not full of only his cum.
"Wait here."
Slade retreated off of the man as he went to rifle through his items from a recent trip to Belgium that season. A lovely, unwrapped box of truffles awaited them both as Slade lifted the precious treasure to eye level.
"Slade? Where's my reward?"
The man's ears perked at the sound of that squawking chirp lain across his bed on its stomach, now.
"You didn't stay put." The man deadpanned a little.
"I did, but I wanted to get some sheets under me. Legs were getting stiff." The kid looked, bored as Slade knew Dick liked to have a gala of a time; he'd show him a what for, even with that half-read article still under his bookmarks fit tonight.
If he ever got the time of day to see if Lex screwed up with the feds again…
"Then, be patient." Slade said, somewhat impatient, himself. "Something the bat never had you learn, was how to keep still. This, no…maybe I shouldn't –
"What?" Dick cocked up his head to ask, eager. "What isn't? Don't tease!"
"You didn't mind it earlier." Scoffed the merc as he paraded over with the delicately wrapped box of sinful delights. Freshly pounded to perfection. (Food porn. Get over it.)
"I know you're saving the best for last." Dick rolled onto his back, splayed out against their previously sullied love nest. Cocked bobbing, needy, as his pleading blue eyes said it all.
Want , and Slade had wanted to see the kid this submissive for a long time now.
"Pretty please?" The kid pouted out his lips cutesy at the hunky merc. "Remember to share, Slade. I go back home on Wednesday…c'mon…"
"You dare to test me always, boy. I want to give you the whole box, actually… If not to stop you from fussing in MY bed." Slade dropped the box and himself onto the sheets. The kid's arousal still hard as ever, Dick moved as a worm in the dirt. Wriggling to be granted a new life in one piece of sugar.
"Then, feed me my reason to stay, or I don't have your an –
" Mph!"
Pop.
In went a truffle as Dick moaned, chewing until the flavor of banana and chocolate had him swooning.
"Mm…. another." His piece now dissolved and the next ready to dissolve into a caffeine hike of pleasure, Slade dipped low with the next tilting down, fitted between his teeth.
His lover squealed, hands out to grip the man's scalp and drag it madly towards him. "Oh! You are so rom –
"M mn!"
The boy just chewed back between hot lip and tongue as this kiss they'd shared, was one meant to have Richard's poor balls burst.
Slade pulled up again, teasing back as this time he refused the piece in his hand, keeping his lover pinned to the sheets as he popped this truffle of a vanilla and nougat into his mouth with a soft sound. Dick gawked, making an unappreciative sound like some child with its toys taken away.
"Want to play a bit more with me, Dick?"
Slade pulled away from the dampened sight of his lover's smiling grin, his own young tongue sticking out to receive another, just as Slade placed a coconut cream one atop it to smash that bite with tongue and desirable intent, making the brat below him moan his name, incoherently through the slight chew of nougat. Just until he tore away, stopped; as Slade left to return with a teasing contraption meant to stay lower.
"You don't need this, but I'll enjoy it. And after the afternoon I've had keeping you in good spirits, you'd better save me at least a caramel filled!"
The dildo went right into Dick's ass as Slade tempted the kid to eat another. A crushed crunchy wafer of hazelnut layered his chest, as Slade let that bite pull away to keep the kid wanting it more as his ass was rocked by the sizable toy inside it.
The bed lurched as Slade took the best bite for last, the toy discarded as his size would probably fit now.
Not a peep as Richard's high was starting to dip.
"Full, already?" Slade smirked, half lidded eye scaling the plate, and as saw how the lolling tongue of his former protégé's was out. The brat panting as a dog's in his eye… Even if one too many precious pieces still remained in the box between their entangled bodies, Dick could eat the entire thing and stay so beautiful where he lay hapless entranced by his endorphins.
"Enter…already…want…. you…." Whined the kid, panting with his release to come as Slade honored the man's request with much gusto, now restored by the last decadent treat, now another treat below he had not yet tasted. Practically cooing below him to be happily, ducked silly
And he was about to leave no crumb at this supper table. Heh, speaking…of?
"Sun's going down, better hop to it. I'll spill out the filth from you so you can get some damn vegetables in for supper. Sugar demon…" He purred to the brat and let his member rock the kid to tilt him up, to arch into it.
Oh, that was new.
"An…sweet… more...!"
Aha, Grayson had finally lost it.
Sugar wasn't a cock up his ass, and certainly –
Slade; being the cruel tactician he was, had a plan to remedy the situation.
Oh, that wily fox.
As the man turned his head, he had another, wetter idea.
A bit dirtier than Grayson's previous food porn fantasies, Slade undid the lid from the candy box; a man of many talents, he'd retrieved just one piece of the crunchy truffle left in that imported box of sin.
In between his fingers he rolled the melting orb, and then?
In the center of his palm, he crushed it.
Hearing a yelp as the kid had almost woken from his own day dreams of sugar plums, the sugar – demon was wide awake.
"Are…you…still….in?"
Dick grunted, grinding into the man to test that he'd not gotten hangry on the job.
"Just a second, you had something on you lip."
"No, I –
" Hnm!"
The elder's fingers jammed in as Dick's eyes full blew up by the endorphins AND sugary delight at the tip of the man's delectable digits. He sucked at the muscular invaders as if this would work, but then he grew hungrier, greedy.
His hands swung out to grip at that set of meaty, sweet – sticks. With an undignified slurp, he took the man's whole hand practically down his throat.
Slade's eye grew bigger, not by how the drool coating Grayson's chin remanded him of an infant, yet before that. The moaning, teary thing that took him in because he could trust it. That he WANTED Slade, and the chocolate inside him.
Slade felt himself reaching his peak. He had to be the one to make it happen, but first?
He swapped places as his hands withdrew, grasping that sopping sweet chin and getting close to kiss that jaw with a not so modest, peppered fire. Slade grunted as his body jutted. He was ready, Dick was full of him just as much as those ten cups of caffeine he'd just ravenously consumed.
"Slade…...ready…. for, desert?"
The man pulled away as he grinned at his lover, dropped into a pool of waning lust underneath him.
"Finish everything…left on your plate…. kid…. Before, I do !"
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The two came together, both working off what was easily remedied by a five cup, water break.
"What…the hell?" Dick sighed and leaned against his lover's side at the foot of the man's big bed. A shower was only going to do so much. He needed to gargle out the taste of sour AND sweet! His microbiota was screaming for a colon cleanse!
"Could have been Ivy's pollen."
"Or some deep, dark part of me that liked the way you tasted." Dick batted his eyes to be cute, before pouting and turning towards the wall to stare at it, disappointed in his self-control.
"Or…" Slade slipped a hand over the kid's hip, reaching for his cock as it weakly twitched back to say hello. "You mistake sugar for sex, plain and simple… And also, you need a good dose of probiotics."
"Why?"
"It can stop or start libido." Slade shrugged and pulled his laptop back onto his lap.
The young man beside him continued sitting with his legs crossed, very confused. "Who says?" He huffed. "Sunday is quack science to me."
"Don't you ever read?" Slade cocked a brow at the younger man seated against his shoulder. "It's almost always a gut feeling." Slade chuckled and opened up his salvaged news page while Dick leaned back to catch a few Zz's, not before his return trip to Blud the next morning after would leave him with quite the withdrawal symptoms.
"I'm swearing off of sugar." The hero muttered with a dry hand to his brow.
Slade flicked the smart screen up with a finger, muttering his own response. "Good plan." As he continued to dissect more than Grayson's fading foody euphoria.
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It's funny because in ancient and other cultures, even avocados and other foods have properties and shapes that bring arousal to mind so I had a plan to take a whack at what if Slade noticed that a now sexually active Dick Grayson was acting too horny around his first real lover? Also, Slade had a temporary case of ADHD and I have that an ASD so…. you get it. Is it the man or is it his gut bacteria running amuck; this I actually pretty true as a science of the gut to a degree. That, and hormones as Slade said with a, "Gut feeling." For me it is coconut, almond butter, avocado and grilled chicken or potatoes. I eat a bland diet and do auto – immune paleo for my condition so nothing but basic chow, can't have either foods so why not write about this with the topic on how sugar is a dual edged sword between a super soldier and a flippin acrobat playboy! Hilarity.
Totally Slade, you walking ass – that – we – love – to – poke – fun – at. Next will be as shocking, so tell me if you liked it. Rebel yell has a new addition coming as I've posted in the intro, read on and stay curious for more one - shots! Also, the bit about sugar from Dick's question has some truth to it. I should know. Starfruit plus lemon in a flask for a day equals, don't drink that!