𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥

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@solarnobility low, commanding purr. "And I'll let you out. Now ask nicely."

@solarnobility breath, his fingers were tracing the sensitive skin of her anus, slipping inside to finger her playfully, keeping the friction alive. He knew exactly how she liked to play, exactly how to push her right to the edge of frustration. "Be a good girl," he murmured, his voice a -

@solarnobility decide when—and how—she gets to break.

@solarnobility "Who’s the bad man who left you like this, princess?" he asks, his voice dropping to a low, demanding rumble. She looked delicious. Like this. Ass full, caged. He applies just a fraction of pressure, a deliberate reminder of exactly what’s locked away, waiting for him to -

@lastdirective eyes hazy with heat. "Woke up with serious morning wood," Dick mutters, his voice thick and strained with frustration, a breathless plea hiding just beneath the words.

@lastdirective of Slade's voice, a soft, breathless moan escapes Dick’s lips, his body shuddering slightly as he presses himself harder against the crushed fabric. Without stopping his rhythmic, desperate friction, Dick glances up through a messy fringe of dark hair, his cheeks flushed and -

@The3rdFlash in a silent, hesitant invitation, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. "Just... get over here before I change my mind."

@The3rdFlash tries to steady himself. He looks up through his eyelashes, a mix of sheer nerves and raw, uncovered desire darkening his cobalt blue eyes. "You're an idiot," Dick breathes out, the insult completely devoid of any real bite. He shifts on the bed, clearing a space next to him -

"Wanna rub one together, dude?"

@The3rdFlash and the friction until the tension finally snaps, makes Dick’s chest tighten. He’s trapped between the desperate urge to pull the covers over his head and the overwhelming, dizzying temptation to just nod. “I— W-Wally— haven’t you heard of knocking, man?”

@The3rdFlash deep in his gut. The image forms before he can stop it: Wally stepping closer, the friction of their skin, the heat of their hands moving in sync, discarding the masks and the capes for something raw and unscripted. The sheer intensity of doing it with him, matching the speed -