[ it doesn't take much to distract dick, but hands in the right places tend to do the trick. despite the fact he's slightly ticklish, she easily distracts him from it by the press of her mouth. he inhales heavily through his nose in a successful bid to relax and doesn't respond to her hands lightly caressing his chest. he arches up slightly into her hands and doesn't care at the fact he moans low in his throat.
he's distracted from answering her. opening his lips beneath hers, he doesn't answer her immediately. perhaps that's all she needs to know? his hands slide up her back and wrap gently in her hair, and he pushes himself up into her rather than her down into him.
he hums and doesn't bother to pull away from near mouth. ] Better.
[ there could still be improvements, of course, but he's too busy kissing the corner of her mouth and her bottom lip. ]
[ Izzy will happily take a delayed answer if it means more time spent kissing him. Actually, she'll postpone or give up any number of things in favor of this right here: his hands in her hair, his lips teasing hers, her hands able to freely explore his torso and feel the defined muscles flexing as he moves.
A pleased sound falls from her lips as they part for him, her hands exploring down his stomach. They settle just above the waist of his pants, palms pressed to the bit of the 'V' his hips make that peeks out from beneath the fabric. But they only stay there for a moment before sliding underneath him, pulling him with her as she rolls them over.
Her bent knees stay pressed to his hips while her fingers grasp his shirt, aiming to break apart just long enough to get it off him. ]
[ although he wants to pretend he is as hard and immovable as stone, her hands on his torso make him suck in his chest and his muscles twitch. dick grayson is ticklish and even the gentlest of touches can make him squirm.
luckily for him—or perhaps unluckily, given he could pull away from her easily—she begins to push against him to roll them over.
and he goes easily, rolling onto his back. he shifts to get comfortable. his legs frame hers as he lifts himself up so she can pull his shirt off his head. this is the one thing he doesn't wish to be stubborn over. the less clothes they have on, the better, he thinks.
smiling up at her, he licks his lips. ] I definitely think the flower's going to look better from this angle, yeah.
[ Izzy lets out a quiet, happy sound when she pulls his shirt off, tossing it behind her without a care as to where it ends up. Her hands drift back to his abdomen, touching him with enough pressure to hopefully keep it from tickling him too much. Though it could be fun, her goal right now is not to make him squirm.
At least from that. ]
I know a way it might look even better. [ Giving Dick a smile in return, she leans down to trail kisses over his collar bone. As with her hands, she tries to add enough pressure to make it enjoyable, especially as she starts moving down his sternum.
Her hands settle along the waist of his pants, thumbs trailing over the patch of hair beneath his navel. ]
[ he hums, smiling. it's hard not to smile when izzy's around. sometimes, he thinks that this is what being happy feels like—and he knows that being happy is a dangerous, dangerous thing to feel. happiness is easier to lose than sadness.
he shifts beneath her, sucking in his stomach. he's a little ticklish—just a little, nothing to write home about or inform the villains of—and he grips the bedsheets before tilting his head to peer down at her. ]
I'm not ticklish.
[ he shakes his head, scrunching up his face. best to address it now so that she doesn't think to use it to her advantage in the future. ]
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he's distracted from answering her. opening his lips beneath hers, he doesn't answer her immediately. perhaps that's all she needs to know? his hands slide up her back and wrap gently in her hair, and he pushes himself up into her rather than her down into him.
he hums and doesn't bother to pull away from near mouth. ] Better.
[ there could still be improvements, of course, but he's too busy kissing the corner of her mouth and her bottom lip. ]
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A pleased sound falls from her lips as they part for him, her hands exploring down his stomach. They settle just above the waist of his pants, palms pressed to the bit of the 'V' his hips make that peeks out from beneath the fabric. But they only stay there for a moment before sliding underneath him, pulling him with her as she rolls them over.
Her bent knees stay pressed to his hips while her fingers grasp his shirt, aiming to break apart just long enough to get it off him. ]
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luckily for him—or perhaps unluckily, given he could pull away from her easily—she begins to push against him to roll them over.
and he goes easily, rolling onto his back. he shifts to get comfortable. his legs frame hers as he lifts himself up so she can pull his shirt off his head. this is the one thing he doesn't wish to be stubborn over. the less clothes they have on, the better, he thinks.
smiling up at her, he licks his lips. ] I definitely think the flower's going to look better from this angle, yeah.
[ he's hopeless. ]
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At least from that. ]
I know a way it might look even better. [ Giving Dick a smile in return, she leans down to trail kisses over his collar bone. As with her hands, she tries to add enough pressure to make it enjoyable, especially as she starts moving down his sternum.
Her hands settle along the waist of his pants, thumbs trailing over the patch of hair beneath his navel. ]
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he shifts beneath her, sucking in his stomach. he's a little ticklish—just a little, nothing to write home about or inform the villains of—and he grips the bedsheets before tilting his head to peer down at her. ]
I'm not ticklish.
[ he shakes his head, scrunching up his face. best to address it now so that she doesn't think to use it to her advantage in the future. ]
But you have very beautiful.
[ jsyk. ]