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Slade Wilson was a possessive man. His partners could attest to that. His children could attest to that. His little bird could definitely attest to that.
Slade was possessive, and he didn’t share well. That didn’t mean he didn’t like to occasionally show off what was his.
He hadn’t known much more than Nightwing did about what they were getting into this time, but he found himself to be much less bothered than his little bird was pretending to be.
So, when they walked into the next “seminar” on the cruise to see a man sitting with a naked woman in his lap, Slade just raised an eyebrow. Slade smirked as Dick came up short in the doorway, muttering “Oh hell no,” under his breath and acting as though he intended to turn around and leave.
Slade caught him by the arm and listened to the younger man’s huff as he was tugged in against Slade’s side, leaning into Slade’s bulk as if to hide from the knowing gazes that the rest of the room’s occupants were throwing around.
“Come on Birdie,” Slade drawled, having picked the codename purely for the expression that it brought to Dick’s face whenever he said it, “I thought you wanted a baby,” the flush that those words brought to Dick’s cheeks was alluring, even if they both knew it was talk, but the whole charade hinged on playing that they wanted everything that entailed.
And, if Slade was being honest, getting to stuff his little bird full and show off how well he responded to Slade’s hand? That was proving to be very satisfying.
Dick put up a show of reluctance, his cheeks flushed pink as he gazed around the room through lowered lashes, warily watching to see who was looking back. He didn’t do more than make a soft, kittenish whine of protest when Slade took a seat in one of the far chairs, wide and comfortable, near the far wall where he could watch the proceedings. Where everyone would be able to see them if they cared to look.
Slade tugged the younger man down into his lap, making him straddle Slade’s thighs, his back against Slade’s broad chest. Dick’s head thudded back against Slade’s shoulder, his hands coming up to grip Slade’s forearm when his hand slid up beneath the pretty white blouse that Dick had chosen to wear, loose and lacy to try and disguise the breadth of his shoulders, flowy sleeves tightened at the wrist.
It was cute. The thin material did little to hide the way Dick’s nipples hardened when Slade groped at his chest. Dick let out the soft, breathy hum that he made when he bit his lip, squirming when Slade’s other hand moved to toy with the lacy hem of the high-waisted skirt he wore. It swished around his legs when he walked, swirling down to his knees with something that could have been modesty if the whole act wasn’t obscene to begin with.
Slade pressed his lips to Dick’s neck, making the younger man shudder. Slade tugged the skirt up, ignoring the soft whimper of protest that Dick let out when the fabric came up to reveal nothing beneath it.
He’d sat through Dick’s quiet debates on whether or not to wear stockings, and the prior night’s complaints that he was sore and wearing anything was uncomfortable and that was why he needed to cuddle up against Slade in the nude. Because the tenderness of his pussy affected whether or not he felt comfortable in a shirt.
Slade had ravished him then, and he felt the impulse return when he confirmed the suspicion he’d had that Dick would forgo panties altogether that day.
“I-“ Slade cut Dick off before he could work himself up in embarrassment, leaning forward slightly so that Dick was curled enough for Slade to press the hem of the skirt against his pink lips.
Dick sucked in a sharp breath, shivering in what could only be arousal before opening his mouth to bite down on the pale lace, his teeth nipping at Slade’s fingertips as he pressed the fabric in between them.
Slade growled, just to feel the way that Dick shuddered. Splayed out across Slade’s lap as he was, there was no hiding Dick’s pretty pink cunt, facing out into the room and showing off how wet Slade’s boy already was.
Dick let out a muffled moan when Slade touched him, dragging his finger back and forth across the boy’s slick folds, spreading them apart with his fingers to expose him more thoroughly. Dick squirmed, legs lifting slightly as he thought about closing them, his breath was heavy as he continued to get wetter and wetter under Slade’s ministrations.
His boy might claim not to be an exhibitionist, but it was hard to believe him when the idea of being watched made him gush like this.
Dick’s hips bucked up into Slade’s touch, his cunt warm and welcoming when Slade slipped two fingers inside, still loose from how much he’d been fucked the past few days. That was a dream Slade would have easily kept to himself, having Dick this loose and fucked open, wet and sloppy and flushed from being pleasured over and over again until he couldn’t stand it any longer.
No, his little bird always had something to be flitting off to do, never staying in the nest for long. He would protest too much if Slade wanted to tie him down for the days needed to get him like this.
How convenient that this place could give it to him, his little bird had no idea the gift he was giving him, worth more than any payment he might try and offer in exchange for Slade’s assistance.
Dick was clearly still feeling tender, judging by the way he twitched and whimpered when Slade scissored his fingers open, his cunt fluttering as he squirmed, unsure whether to try and shift away or buck up for more.
There was a table next to the chair covered in supplies that Slade didn’t hesitate to make use of, taking his hand regretfully out of Dick’s shirt so that he could reach for one of the little packets of their special lube. Dick gave a full-body flinch when the cool liquid dripped onto his thick clit, probably already tingling as Slade smeared it around with his fingers, earning a muffled sound from Dick when Slade rubbed at his clit, fucking into him with three fingers as he stroked his boy’s clit.
“Feeling good, Birdie?” Slade murmured near Dick’s ear, enjoying the way that the younger man groaned and nodded, hips twitching as he chased Slade’s touch, already forgetting about the foreign gazes as he chased his pleasure, outright whining in protest when Slade stopped touching him.
“Shh,” Slade shushed him, chuckling at the distinctly petulant air that Dick was giving off at being denied. Slade had to readjust his hold on Dick to get his pants open, though Dick quickly got with the program once he figured out what was going on, grinding his hips down against Slade’s freed cock.
He dropped the skirt from his mouth with a soft, protesting sound when Slade hooked his arms around Dick’s thighs, holding him open wide as Slade thrust up, sinking into him in one sure stroke.
Dick cried out, clapping a hand over his mouth a moment later with an embarrassed whimper when heads turned their way. “Babe,” Dick whispered, “Fuck, babe,” Dick’s cunt squeezed around Slade’s cock, muscles fluttering as it spread open for him.
Already forgetting their audience, Dick was practically whining as he babbled “-big, God, you’re so fucking big,” all breathy and sweet the way he got when he was working himself up.
Fucking perfect little slut that he was.
It was easy for Slade to take Dick’s weight and fuck him like it was nothing, in that way that always seemed to get Dick off, but he didn’t have enough hands to touch him the way he wanted to as well.
“Touch yourself for me,” Slade growled, and Dick nodded easily, “touch those pretty tits, Birdie, make yourself feel good,” Dick whined but obeyed, reaching under his shirt to pinch and grope at his nipples, arching in Slade’s hold.
It was a shame he couldn’t see the pretty scars that ran under Dick’s chest, couldn’t nip at them in the way that always made Dick gasp and shiver.
Shame.
Next time.
Dick was making these cute little punched-out noises whenever Slade bottomed out, flushed with his careful makeup smearing each time he bit his lip, trying to swallow down his noises to avoid drawing attention.
As if his little bird wasn’t the centerpiece of the whole event.
Since this was a show, Slade didn’t bother to hold back, working to fuck those pretty little noises out of Dick’s mouth, chasing the way he clenched down every time he remembered their audience.
It didn’t take long for Dick to drop a hand to his clit, stroking it quickly as he chased his orgasm, too worked up to be patient any longer. It was cute. Slade obligingly fucked him harder, bouncing the younger man on his cock until he was almost sobbing, whining, and keening as he came, clamping down so hard around Slade’s cock that he was forced to still, waiting until Dick collapsed back against him, thighs trembling in Slade’s hold.
Whatever it was that they put in their “special” lubricants, it had to be strong to get Dick to drop as much of his composure as he was. That, or he was just that sensitive from being fucked so often over the past few days. Either idea was appealing.
“I can’t,” Dick shook his head when Slade started moving again, slumped back against the older man’s chest and still gasping for breath when Slade thrust into him. “It’s too much,” Dick whimpered “You’re too fucking big,” He wheezed as if he didn’t love it; like he didn’t beg for Slade’s thick cock on a fairly regular basis.
Slade could hold out, could fuck Dick through a couple more orgasms until the boy was crying real tears, begging for relief. The idea was tempting. But. More tempting was the idea of filling Dick up, fucking him full of Slade’s come and plugging him up, forcing him to straighten his little blouse and skirt out, reapply his lipstick, and pretend that everyone didn’t know that he was dripping come down his thighs.
That was the thought that sent Slade over the edge, groaning as he fucked his come as deep into Dick’s flushed cunt as he could, settling the younger man down heavily in his lap as Dick tried to catch his breath, still muffling little hiccuping moans of pleasure as he clenched around Slade.
Slade was already wondering what other sorts of “activities” were going to be promoted that day.