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Dick knows his feelings towards Slade could be deemed "completely inappropriate", what with the decades between them, not to mention the various homicide attempts. But knowing something and actually having your feelings align with that knowledge were two very different things.
It's something he thinks about as he grinds his hips down against Slade's, the older man grunting slightly as he grips Dick's sides. They're both stripped down to just their underwear, flushed chests slipping against each other with the sweat pooling between them. Dick would never say it but he loves the smell, that clean musky scent that makes him nose towards Slade's pits.
Slade obliges him and lifts his arm, bringing his other hand up behind Dick's head to draw him in.
"Heh, you make it so obvious what you want, boy," he murmurs, voice husky from their grinding.
Dick is silent except for a slow whine, too caught up in his enjoyment. He presses down against Slade more insistently now, his clit throbbing from all the sensations. His hips stutter and he can feel his boxers getting more and more slick. He's already cum two times like this, though he knows Slade will put him through the ringer before the older man allows himself to cum even once.
The thought of that makes his pussy gush again. When Slade cums he's so intense, his grip hardening to steel as he uses Dick to get himself off. Dick can't help but feel like a fucktoy and it's something he loves, that Slade knows he loves.
He's riling himself up now and he whines again. Pulls himself away from that sweaty pit to nose up Slade's neck, nipping harshly. He presses his lips to his ear and let's a gasp slip through, says, "What I really want is for you to ride me til I can't walk."
When he pulls back Slade has a brow quirked up, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Oh, is that so?" He asks with a mocking lilt.
Before Dick can respond he's flipped onto his back with Slade resting atop his thighs. He drinks in the sight of his broad chest with its dust of white hair, the only lasting scar on his torso a long line underneath both pecs.
He palms his way under Dick's boxers and starts roughly grinding down on his clit, just like he likes it.
"Ah!" Dick throws his head back, pelvis jumping up for more of that pressure. He claws Slade's forearm, back arching off the bed as he cums. His pussy throbs against those calloused fingers as he pulls in a quick breath.
There's barely any time before Slade's shucking his own pants off and aligning their clits, beginning to hump him in near desperation. It's wonderful and slick and so, so overstimulating.
"Jesus, Slade!" Dick hisses out. He's not complaining but it's almost too much at once. That doesn't matter to Slade though as long as Dick doesn't say 'stop'.
At this moment how much he wants Dick is made clear. His nails biting into his sides, the way he leans down to dig his teeth into Dick's bronze toned neck. And most telling is the squelching noises from where their bodies meet over and over.
Fucking Slade is the worst idea he'll ever have, but damn if it isn't also the best. To feel that all encompassing desire from one of the most powerful men he's known. Probably one of the only ones who can truly handle him.
Slade's pace becomes more frantic and Dick finds himself transfixed, watching their cocks slide together in that tight space. Slade's clit has nearly an inch on his and is framed by coarse white hair. Despite his age he still gets wet as easily as anything, long as he's in the moment. And Dick's pretty sure there's nowhere else Slade would rather be than on top of him like this.
It's this thought more than anything that pushes Dick to (what he hopes is) his final climax, every muscle in his body tensing tight as can be. He locks eyes with Slade before pulling him into a kiss, licking into his mouth with fervor.
He feels Slade shudder above him before bearing down with his full weight, grinding in sweet little circles as he gushes in Dick's lap. Their tongues slide together and their hips slow, though still touching as they both come down.
When they break apart he lets his head fall back on the pillows, blinking up at the ceiling. Slade finally untangles himself enough to plop beside him on the bed. He doesn't wear his exhaustion as obviously but his forehead glistens with sweat and his nostrils are flared as he takes in deep, slow breaths.
"You okay there, old man?" Dick teases, propping himself up on his forearms. Slade glares and grabs one of his dark locks of hair, tugging him down onto the man's chest.
"Don't start being a brat. I give you four orgasms and this is how you're gonna repay me?"
"Oh I'm sorry, you want me all docile now that the deeds done? Didn't think you liked an easy lay." Dick bats his eyelashes up at him, grinning at their teasing. It shouldn't be so easy with them, but when he tries to fight it it just becomes even more obvious what a fruitless endeavor putting distance between them is. Better to embrace it, make it work for him.
Slade pinches his cheek sarcastically, mumbling, "Never said you weren't easy."
And of course when Dick tries to retaliate at that, Slade has no problem wrapping his arms around his torso like a vice. He lands a quick peck on Dick's cheek and says, "Go back to being quiet. I'm tired, boy. And I know you are too."
Dick wants to deny this, to keep play fighting and bantering before Slade disappears for however long after tonight. But he yawns as long as can be and by the time it passes, his eyes are heavy and watery. He tucks his head into Slade's shoulder and grumbles. "Whatever, whatever. Got me on a grandpa sleep schedule over here."
Slade doesn't dignify that with a response and instead loosens his grip on Dick, keeping one arm around his shoulder and using the other to start stroking through his dark locks.
"Time to sleep, Dick." He gives one more kiss to his brow bone before resolutely shutting his eyes, not willing to entertain anymore of Dick's chatter. And tonight, Dick's willing to let it slide. He snuggles in just that much closer, kicking up the blankets from where they pooled at the end of the bed.
As he nods off he can't help but think again of how horrible this could turn out. The sex is great, and the conversations they have before or after just add to it. But can three good months of whatever this is really continue? It's something he'll have to let future Dick worry about.
For now he lets himself fall asleep in Deathstroke the Terminator's arms, happy and sated in a way he hadn't been until then.