Tweak

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Tweak says, "A deal's a deal."

Dick Grayson (gothamboy) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-10-21 22:40:00

Entry tags:

carrie kelley, dick grayson

Who: Carrie Kelley and Dick Grayson
What: Sexy things!
Warnings: Language and sexy things.

It had been a weird day. He'd been joking when he'd suggested that he would rather spend the night in than go out and crimefight with Carrie, but the speed of her reaction meant that she probably wanted to stay in more than she'd admit. And then he'd made a passing mention of tying her down (metaphorically speaking), and she'd been very quick to volunteer (non-metaphorically speaking). Clearly it was his responsibility to pay attention to his wife.

Dick walked up behind Carrie and slid his arms around her waist. "I think I promised my girlfriend something, but I can't quite remember what." Smiling, Dick pressed his lips to her neck. "Might have involved something in this vein," he muttered.

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girlwonder
2008-10-24 06:00 pm UTC (link)

It probably did not exactly bode well for Carrie that she was already squirming at his touch. Most nights, she enjoyed at least some degree of control. When she tugged on the rope and found she couldn't put her hands on him, she whimpered low. She wanted to tangle her fingers in his hair or rip his clothes off and wrap her fingers around his cock. It probably wouldn't be long before she was begging to be untied. Or trying to slip out of the rope herself.

"I promise," she said, voice already husky, "I'm going to make you suffer later." She shifted on the bed to try and get his hand on her hip. More than control, she wanted to be touched and kissed and fucked.

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gothamboy
2008-10-24 07:56 pm UTC (link)

"I look forward to it," said Dick sincerely. When she bucked to press into his hand, he began to unbutton her jeans. It was just as slow and teasing as anything else he'd been doing, and her jeans were barely lowered before his hands were moving back up her body. Almost apologetically, he kissed her nipple, as if trying to make up for how mean he'd been. And was continuing to be.

"It occurs to me," he said, his breath hot on her stomach, "that you might be a little frustrated like that. Can't touch yourself. Can't touch me. And here I am doing everything I can to..." He paused and gently kissed her through the already wet fabric of her underwear, "...complicate things. So if there's anything you'd like me to take care of for you, you should tell me. I'll take it..." He moved to lick the inside of her thigh, then moved upward so that he kissed the underside of her breast, "...under advisement."

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girlwonder
2008-10-24 08:10 pm UTC (link)

"Oh God," she murmured, already a little breathless. Carrie glanced up at the rope that bound her. She tugged and tried to get herself free. Dick had made sure to keep it tight enough that escape would take some work. "A little frustrated?" Her voice was a low growl. "Understatement."

She felt his tongue on her thigh and then his mouth was on her breast again. Her eyelids fluttered closed and she moaned quietly. Any eloquence she might have possessed was temporarily gone. "Fuck me," she said. Carrie wasn't completely desperate just yet, but she was getting very close to begging.

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gothamboy
2008-10-24 11:18 pm UTC (link)

Dick finished the arduous process of removing Carrie's pants, leaving her wearing nothing but a pink pair of underwear with black polka dots. "Well, yes, I did have that in mind." He pulled off his shirt and knelt on the bed, his body hovering over hers as his hand ran the length of her leg. He kissed her, tangling his fingers in her hair and pulling her body close... then pulled away.

"Well, maybe not right away." He resisted, somehow, the desire to acquiesce, to just continue taking off his clothes and fuck her. Dick resisted mostly by seeing the look on Carrie's face, enjoying how aroused and frustrated he could make her and wondering just how far he could go.

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girlwonder
2008-10-25 12:08 am UTC (link)

"Dick," Carrie hissed when he pulled himself away. Working more on instinct than on logic, she reached out with her hands to pull him near and found herself unable to do so. She struggled against the rope, breathing quickly. "Right away," it was more a demand than begging. "Fuck me."

Desire in her eyes, she leaned into him as much as she could, brushing her thighs against his erection. She wanted to drive him crazy in order to get what she wanted.

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gothamboy
2008-10-25 11:13 pm UTC (link)

Dick groaned as Carrie managed to almost take control of him, despite her being the one tied up. "You get bossy when you can't touch me." He kissed her shoulder and up her arm, then past the makeshift rope to kiss her fingers.

His own hands were on her hips, her underwear under his fingers. He loved that he could make her fidget, and that with a little time, he could probably make her writhe. But he was a nicer person than that, and he instead slipped his fingers under the waistband of her panties and slid them down. Even as she was almost naked, and then completely naked and very, very aroused, he didn't let her touch him. For all of his kissing and touching and teasing, he still hadn't quite touched her pussy.

He pulled away slightly, far enough that he could unbutton his own jeans and pull them off. The effect Carrie'd had on him was obvious. Soon, he was over her again, kissing her and looking into her eyes. And still, despite the fact that his cock was pressed against her pussy, despite the fact that he was almost shaking from lust, despite the fact that her eyes were begging even when her lips refused, he was not fucking her.

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girlwonder
2008-10-25 11:31 pm UTC (link)

The need to touch and have some control was overwhelming. Carrie tugged on the rope, in spite of the fact that she knew it wouldn't give. She sighed. "Dick," there was an urgent edge to Carrie's voice. She'd spent the time where he'd removed her underwear moaning because he'd been so close to touching her. More and more restless and in need of his touch, she brushed her body against his.

Her kisses were hungry and more desperate the longer she remained untouched and unsatisfied. "Please," she murmured, breaking a kiss, "I want you. I want-" A frustrated groan escaped her throat as she arched up into him, "Please. Touch me."

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gothamboy
2008-10-26 09:21 pm UTC (link)

How easy it would have been to just slide his cock into her, to let her wrap her legs around his waist and pull him inside her, to make her scream half in delight and half in relief. Every time she moved against him, his resolve weakened. Every time he looked down on her, he almost whimpered. When eventually she was on his side of the game, he hoped that she would feel exactly as he did, save that, hopefully, she would give in.

Dick's hands went to her thighs and he almost pulled her onto him, but he managed to get hold of himself. Breathing hard, he took a nipple into his mouth and moved his hand to her inner thigh. Then, with a soft moan of delight at the pleasure of his self-induced torture being relieved, if only for an instant, he moved a finger inside of her.

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girlwonder
2008-10-26 10:00 pm UTC (link)

Brain temporarily ceasing to function, Carrie moved entirely on instinct as he touched her. As Dick's hand traveled to her thighs and his finger went inside her, she arched up against him and squeezed her eyes shut. Her moan was short, but probably loud enough that it could be heard by the neighbors.

Carrie rocked against his hand. The rope that was restraining her was pulled tight and she was doing everything she could to wiggle her wrists free. "More," she murmured.

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gothamboy
2008-10-26 11:35 pm UTC (link)

Dick knew Carrie's body. He knew how she liked to be touched, how hard, how long. He knew where to bite and where to kiss and where to lick. And with a sinister precision, he just barely avoided these places with his fingers moving in and out of her, his thumb brushing against her clit.

His other hand tangled in her hair as he kissed her neck. He could feel her harsh breathing, her body squirming underneath him. He could feel when she started to get closer to orgasm, letting him know to slow down and drag it out. He could feel rather than hear her say, "More," or, "Please," or, rather more loudly, "God!"

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girlwonder
2008-10-27 12:23 pm UTC (link)

Carrie's moans and sighs grew louder and more needy as Dick went on. His expert ministrations brought her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. But he always stopped just short of completely satisfying her. It was maddening. And near miraculous that she hadn't broken the bed posts from all the pulling on the rope she'd done.

Carrie felt her body tense. She tightened around his fingers and once again he slowed. Shouting in protest, she rocked violently against him. If he wouldn't let her come, she'd do everything in her power to do it herself.

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gothamboy
2008-10-27 09:35 pm UTC (link)

Dick let out a soft laugh, made slightly harsh by desire. As she tried to quicken his pace, tried to climax when he tried to stop her, Dick removed his fingers altogether. He didn't let her go untouched for long, though; his cock soon took the place of his fingers.

Generally, Dick preferred to go slowly, but it was likely that Carrie wouldn't have let him if he'd tried. His pace was faster, his thrusts were rougher, and his breath was ragged already as he fucked her. Soft groans emerged from his throat, mostly Carrie's name again and again.

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girlwonder
2008-10-27 09:53 pm UTC (link)

The desperate whimper she made as he pulled his hand away ended abruptly when she felt his cock slide inside her. Carrie inhaled sharply as he filled her and she almost screamed as he started to move. Completely lost in the moment, Carrie's legs wrapped tightly around him. As Dick sank deeper into her with each thrust, the noises Carrie made grew louder and louder.

This was what she'd been waiting for and so she enjoyed it thoroughly, pressing her body tightly against his, arching up to meet him every time he slammed into her, and moving her mouth over his throat and jaw in between shouts. It was entirely likely there'd be a mark on Dick's jaw in the morning. Trembling, she felt herself starting to tighten around his cock. "Don't stop," she moaned fiercely in his ear. She wanted to come with him fucking her roughly. She didn't want it to stop until they were both completely spent.

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gothamboy
2008-10-27 11:14 pm UTC (link)

"Carrie..." he moaned. Dick's hands were on Carrie's breasts and he kissed her with abandon. Her orgasm was close, but she had told him not to stop and he had every intention of going along with her. He continued to slam into her, the springs of the bed groaning in protest at the force of their fucking, and when she came, he didn't allow her a moment's respite.

Dick and Carrie continued. Carrie was screamed as loudly and Dick fucked her as deeply as before. It wouldn't be long before she came again, and Dick probably wouldn't be able to hold back again. His moans were louder, his breath shorter, and every second that he spent with her that he didn't instantly climax was a miracle.

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girlwonder
2008-10-30 10:36 pm UTC (link)

There was a moment of fumbling when Dick reached up. Hips still rocking against hers, he fought the ropes. Either he wanted Carrie's hands on his body or he was feeling generous enough to free her. No matter which he desired most, their combined efforts freed Carrie's hands. It had taken seconds, but to Carrie it had seemed far too long to get the use of her arms back. One of hers hands slid into his hair, the other clawed his back.

Had she been able to speak, she would have thanked Dick for the help. She'd wanted to touch him the moment he'd taken her wrists in his hands. But, caught in the moment, she couldn't articulate thoughts. She moaned and sighed and screamed his name. Hopefully he'd hear a note of gratitude in her voice.

When she came a second time, Carrie arched up into Dick. Throwing her head back, she squeezed her eyes shut and lost herself in pleasure. When she could breathe again, she pressed a soft kiss to Dick's throat.

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gothamboy
2008-10-30 11:30 pm UTC (link)

Freeing Carrie seemed to have done more to arouse her than ever his lips or hands could have done. Her screams could have deafened him, and he wouldn't care. Her nails could have cut deeper, and he wouldn't care. There was nothing that could have happened to change how Dick felt right then.

As she screamed, Dick felt like he could either climax along with her or die holding back. He moaned her name as he came, though the sound was probably lost in the din of her orgasm. Trembling, breathless, and feeling incredibly in love, Dick's sweat-slicked body rested gently against Carrie's. He brushed her hair from her face and looked into her eyes. "I love you."

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girlwonder
2008-11-01 08:22 pm UTC (link)

It took Carrie longer than normal to return to her senses. Dick's voice helped her back. Breathing out a quiet sigh, her lips curled into a smirk. She was comfortably wrapped around her husband. There wasn't anywhere else she'd rather be.

"Love you, too," she said tenderly after a moment of catching her breath. Her throat felt a little raw from all the screaming, so any words that came out of her mouth sounded extra husky. Her lips brushed his chin and cheek. "That was good," she murmured happily against his skin.

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gothamboy
2008-11-01 09:17 pm UTC (link)

"Mhm," he replied, mostly into her hair. He knew that part of the reason she'd been so quick to jump into bed was because she wanted to get her mind off of Bruce, but he didn't care. He was in love with her. His job was to make her happy. And if distracting her was what it took to make her happy, he wasn't going to complain.

"Be sure to tell me when you're good to go again," he said, smirking. Soft laughter was her only response. Eventually they managed to pull apart, but only long enough to get under the covers. Most of the time, they stayed awake. They showered and went about their day or night, whichever was appropriate. Or they lay in bed and talk for a while. Tonight, everything that had to be said, had been. He loved her. She loved him. To judge from the faint smile on Carrie's face as she drifted off to sleep, she didn't need much else.

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