They should move off the table. He can see the ink bleed through the papers he's dripping sweat and pre-come on. Probably importantexpensive documents, by the big WAYNE logo printed proudly on the top of the page.

But Dick ignores this.

Moans more and faster and Bruce as loud as he can in Bruce's Wayne Tower office. On top of Bruce's brand new oak desk –replacement for the desk Damian 'accidentally' set on fire after Dick spoke of things- with Bruce's cock slamming deeper and slower than he wants.

The 'jerk' he means to say comes out as "Jaah," thanks to a sharp and quick thrust aimed with Batman precision.

He feels the smirk oozing from the older man.

But before he can raise an arm off the table to swat Bruce he sees starbursts.

"Why the rush?" Bruce slows down further, hips gyrating in a maddening circle.

"Ah…a nookie," Dick tries to thrust back, "on your new desk."

Bruce hums and stops his hips with an iron grip.

" 'spose to be faster."

More hums.

"Like a baptism."

An ah.

"Dammit Bruce, are you even listening."

The older man continues on, putting more pressure here and there. Only enough to make Dick groan under his breath.

"Are you… Are you cataloguing how I feel?"

"Perhaps."

Dick splutters, "Why would you even-"

"For when you're not here."

And Dick's penis can't decide if it's rising higher to attention at that or if it wants to quit everything. He's too turned on to outright quit but he's figured out enough Bruce-isms to know the admission isn't as dirty as it sounds

For when you're with another.

For when you grow tired of this.

For when you grow tired of me.

And now he wants to hit the man or hug him. Balls deep in him and still full of insecurities. Absurd insecurities. Ones that makes Dick think of the day he can sneak handcuffs to their bedroom. To show how much control he's willing to give up. How much Bruce's pleasure adds to his own.

Actually Dick wants to cry a little. A lot. He understands how jaded Bruce feels towards most of society. He's seen the worst of it.

But love?

"Not going anywhere Bruce," he says, "unless you fire me again."

And that old wound still stings a little but he feels the tension lessen in the room. A stupid insecurity for a stupider insecurity.

He feels Bruce take a shaky breath. Was he holding it earlier?

"I'm not going anywhere, big boy," Dick smiles and wiggles a little, "now unless you want Tim to see us, how 'bout we go a little faster."