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There were very few things Wally liked better than feeling his boyfriend’s hands caressing his skin.
The rough calluses, the strong grip, the trail of warmth, Wally loved it all, and it made it incredibly easy to relax on the bed before diving into a night of planned experimentation. Wally knew the moment he had the idea that he would be exhausted by the end. It happened every time he had an idea for something new in the bedroom.
Due to Wally’s near-lack of a refractory period, experimentation had become a common-enough thing, and he was grateful Dick seemed to take it as a challenge every time.
This time, Wally wanted to try electrostimulation. Firstly, because they hadn’t tried it before, and secondly, because he wondered if low levels of electricity would even work on him since he generates his own lightning when running. He had been hit by Weather Wizard’s lightning before, but that was full-on lightning and completely different.
Dick rubbed his hands over Wally’s body, from the base of his neck to the bottom of his calves, making sure to massage out various knots left in his muscles. Completely nude on the bed with his hips raised by a pillow, Dick knew that if he kept up the massage for much longer, Wally would fall asleep after the long week he had before they could get to the best part of the night, and that wasn’t what Dick wanted to happen. Not yet at least.
No, tonight he had something planned. Wally knew some of it, certainly as it was his idea in the first place, but the other parts of Dick’s plan? A surprise that Wally surely needed.
Dick wouldn’t stop making Wally come until he quite literally couldn’t continue—preferably passed out in a deep blissful sleep or so limp he couldn’t move. Dick had only made Wally pass out during sex once before and that was with their asphyxiation experimentation. While Wally had been into it, Dick wasn’t a fan, but if Wally wanted to pass out again, Dick had ideas of other ways to attempt it.
Overstimulation.
The idea wasn’t necessarily new to them considering Wally could go consecutive rounds and became very sensitive after only two orgasms, but they always stopped before Wally became too exhausted for one reason or another. But not this time. No work for the next few days. No patrol for their other jobs. No active missions for either of them. No busybodies around to interrupt them during their vacation at a lake house. Barring a world catastrophe, Dick and Wally were not leaving for any reason.
It was their anniversary weekend, after all.
“Have I ever told you how much I love your hands?” Wally mumbled into the pillow.
“Only every time I give you a massage,” Dick said with a chuckle.
“For good reason.”
Deeming Wally sufficiently relaxed and pliant, Dick’s hands traveled lower, kneading the pale cheeks in front of him as he knelt between Wally’s long legs. After placing kisses along the base of Wally’s spine, he spread Wally’s to see his hole already twitching in anticipation.
Dick grabbed the lube. They’d need plenty of it for what he had planned.
Covering his fingers and Wally’s rim with the lubricant, Dick set the bottle aside before slowly massaging the lube into the hole with a finger. It was still a little loose from regular vanilla sex the previous night, but Dick didn’t want to hurt him. He needed Wally nice and stretched out before him.
Wally moaned and pressed back against him, trying to get more of Dick’s finger inside him, so Dick used his free hand to push down on Wally’s lower back to stop him from moving and said, “So eager.”
“Always,” Wally said breathily. “Come on, Dick, you know I can take more than that.” He remembered fucking Wally with the biggest cucumber he could find at the store once, so yeah, Dick knew very well a single finger was nothing. “And what about—”
A sharp mewl cut him off as Dick pressed against Wally’s prostate with the pad of his finger.
“I think someone needs to learn patience,” Dick said, leaning over Wally so he could kiss behind his ear while fingering him. “I haven’t forgotten what you asked for, don’t worry.” He nipped Wally’s ear with his teeth. “But first, you’re going to come for me.”
Biting down on Wally’s neck, Dick slid a second finger into his hole and pressed them into his prostate with each slow, deliberate thrust. Wally’s rim tightened around his fingers as the first orgasm built higher and higher as he massaged Wally’s inner walls. Wally tried to meet each thrust, but Dick applied pressure to his hip to keep him in place, to make him lay there and take it, until finally, his entire body tensed, toes curled, and then he relaxed.
“Good boy,” Dick said, kissing the shell of Wally’s ear. Extracting his fingers from Wally brought out a complaining whine which made Dick laugh. “I’m just grabbing something, Walls. Don’t move.”
On the floor at the foot of the bed sat one of the bags Dick brought. He had been careful not to let Wally see the contents since it would have made for a sad misunderstanding and ruined the surprise. After Dick promised a hero-free long weekend, Wally seeing pieces of the Nightwing suit packed in a bag wouldn’t have been good. But Dick had a very good reason to pack a few things from his nightly gear, and it had nothing to do with vigilantism.
Pulling on his left suit glove and gauntlet and securing it, Dick used his ungloved right hand to spread Wally’s cheeks again. A hum of low-voltage electricity danced along his fingertips and palm as Dick ran a finger along Wally’s perineum.
A surprised yelp echoed throughout the room, and Dick immediately retracted the electrified glove and asked, “You okay?” He may have lowered the voltage from what he usually had it at when out patrolling or on missions, but he still worried that he hadn’t lowered it far enough and that it would hurt Wally.
“Thanks for the warning, you little shit,” Wally said sarcastically, throwing a look over his shoulder. But Dick noticed his flushed cheeks and his dilated pupils so did nothing but laugh at Wally’s reaction.
“If I warned you, you would’ve tensed up,” Dick told him. “And now we know electricity works.”
“That’s true.” Wally bit his lip, watching Dick. “Do it again.”
Dick laughed again but obliged, using one hand to knead Wally’s ass and the other to send small electric shocks into his skin, starting from the perineum and traveling downward along Wally’s balls and the base of his cock, a small growing puddle of cum underneath the tip. With each inching movement, he listened to Wally’s heavy breathing and whimpers and watched in delight as Wally’s cock twitched and leaked more from the tip with each shocking touch.
He slid two fingers back into Wally’s hole and heard a choked gasp. Looking up, Dick saw Wally’s hands grip the sheets while closing his eyes with his mouth agape.
“What—” Wally groaned as Dick cupped his balls with the electrified glove while adding a third finger inside him. “Oh, fuck. W-what are you using?”
“My glove.”
“Wait, what?” Wally asked, turning his to look back again, arching his back higher to get a lower look. His eyes were hazy with each thrust of Dick’s fingers and caress of his balls, but he was able to focus them enough to see the black and blue glove and gauntlet covering Dick’s left hand and forearm. He whimpered at the sight of it, eyes following the blue stripes down to the fingertips, and he felt his rim clench around Dick’s fingers again.
Dick noticed the reaction, lifting a brow as he slowly smiled. “What was that?” he asked, tone sly and lust-filled. A delicious blush spread across Wally’s face while watching Dick remove his gloved hand from Wally’s balls and slowly run his electrified fingertips over Wally’s thigh. “Wally. . . If you don’t answer me, I’m taking my fingers out.” Said ungloved fingers stilled inside him.
“Finger me with your glove,” Wally blurted, still staring at it.
“Oh, really? It’s the finger stripes, isn’t it?” Dick’s amused smile spread further, from ear to ear as Wally settled back on the bed, hiding his face in his arms. Dick took his ungloved fingers out of Wally as he leaned over, laying across Wally’s back. “Aw, Walls, why didn’t you ask me sooner?”
Wally didn’t answer, still embarrassed at the blurted request.
With his gloved hand while staying on top of Wally, Dick circled Wally’s rim with his fingers, letting Wally feel the electricity still coursing through the glove. He whimpered and shifted beneath Dick and then moaned as Dick sunk two fingers into him.
White spots danced along Wally’s vision as electricity coursed along his inside walls. His breathing hitched and picked up with each drag of Dick’s fingers, especially when they would catch on his rim. He jumped under Dick when his prostate was shocked. Another orgasm began building in him, his entire body twitching as the sensation built at the speed of Dick’s fingers increasing.
“You like that?” Dick whispered into Wally’s ear, lips brushing against his ear as he erratically nodded. “How long have you been wanting me to finger you with my gloves, hm? Even without the electricity idea? Is that why you always blushed after we got together, when I’d hold your hand or touch your back? You were always thinking about my stretching you open with my gloves, weren’t you?”
“Yes,” Wally answered beneath his breath. “Fuck, yes, I’ve wanted you to fuck me in your suit for so long.” He moaned as he spoke, taking a moment to inhale sharply at another thrust against his prostate. “But I—I didn’t want to ask after what. . . after what you told me about. . .” He shook his head, not wanting to say more.
But he didn’t need to say more for Dick to understand what Wally was trying to say. And Dick was quite proud of himself for not freezing at the mention either. And he appreciated Wally’s thoughtfulness on the matter, especially when he still had a difficult time wearing the Nightwing suit in the rain. However, he had to admit he hated the idea of Catalina’s actions messing with him so much that he couldn’t fuck his own boyfriend while in uniform. Maybe at the beginning of their relationship, Dick would’ve been against it because the romantic part of their relationship had been new and they were getting used to the change in dynamic, but he had been in said relationship with Wally for two years now and best friends for many more. Dick felt completely at ease with him.
“You’re sweet, Wally,” Dick said, kissing his ear. “But I’ll bend you over anytime you ask, suit or no suit.” Wally moaned again. “That’s what you want, right? Us on patrol and my fingers in you on a rooftop?”
“Please, please fuck me,” Wally whimpered, so close to coming again.
“No, I’m taking my time with you tonight.” Dick nibbled on his ear as he pressed directly against Wally’s prostate, massaging it directly with the electroshock.
Wally cried out as he came hard, burying his face into the pillow as his nails scraped the sheets. A sheen of sweat beaded across his forehead as he panted in into the fabric with Dick drawing out the orgasm for as long as he could. When Dick pulled out his fingers, Wally slumped with a gulp of breath.
Dick rubbed Wally’s hip, the electricity dancing along his skin. “That’s two. I want three more from you before I fuck you, understand?”
Wally’s head lolled to the side so he could look at Dick from the corner of his eye. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” he muttered. Eyes glassy and face flushed, it was one of Dick’s favorite looks on him. “We’ve only gone to four, and that was without anything special.”
“Exactly,” Dick said with a mischievous grin. “No League, no Titans, no patrol, no work. You’re all mine.”
“I’m always yours.”
Dick kissed Wally’s cheek. “Saying that won’t get me to go easy on you.”
Wally grumbled in response but leaned into Dick’s lips which began suckling a soft hickey into his neck. He thought nothing of it when Dick got off him, but he did yelp when Dick gripped his hips and flipped him over. His glare was more like a pout as he looked up at Dick’s amused grin at the reaction.
“I know, I know,” Dick teased, caressing his hands along Wally’s abdomen, ignoring the way Wally’s muscles twitched at the small rippling shocks from his glove. “Before I can go back to stretching you open, there’s something I need to milk.”
For a moment, Wally’s expression pinched in hazy, lust-filled confusion, until Dick gently grabbed his balls with the Nightwing glove again while gripping his cock with the non-gloved hand.
“Di-ick,” Wally whined, throwing his head back against the pillow.
“What was that, sweetheart?” Dick said, smiling innocently as he pumped his hand up and down Wally’s shaft, damp from cum and lubricant.
Wally hissed from the touch as his hips bucked into Dick’s enclosed hand. “I hate you,” he said with a breathy chuckle.
“Oh, do you really?” Dick played along, still smiling. “Maybe I should do something about that.” He bent at the waist and took Wally’s tip in his mouth.
Wally’s hips bucked again at the sudden warmth encompassing him. “You’re still a little shit.”
Letting the tip go, Dick met Wally’s eyes and said, “And you love every second of it,” before licking the slit on the head, the saltiness of the cum on his tongue.
Wally’s eyes rolled up as Dick continued licking his tip while fondling his balls with a gentle massage, soft leather, and a consistent current of electricity. Fists clenching as his hands jittered with attempts at speed, he buried his hands into the sheet beneath him. Usually, multiple orgasms and Dick doting over his body didn’t guarantee his powers would go fully haywire, but with the added electricity? He worried he’d end up phasing straight through the bed.
Worth it, Wally thought. Embarrassing, but worth it.
Dick’s mouth entirely engulfed Wally’s cock, sinking all the way to the base and down his throat. Groaning, Wally reached up to lace his fingers through Dick’s hair but barely managed to touch the soft locks before his limbs twitched again at the low electric current pulsing through his balls, and he had to grip the sheets again to keep his arms still.
His groans and moans shifted into whimpers and whines as Dick continued to suck him off, using his tongue in ways that always managed to drive Wally crazy. His skin crawled as he tried not to thrust into the heat of Dick’s mouth, but it was all starting to become unbearable.
“Dick,” Wally said, panting as he reached for Dick’s hair again. “Di-ick!” His voice turned into a sharp cry.
Instead of answering, Dick swallowed his cock whole again and gripped his balls tighter, sending Wally over the edge yet again.
Dick could feel the splatter of what little ejaculate Wally had to spare with his third consecutive orgasm hitting the back of his throat. The next one would likely be little more than a small drop if anything came out at all, but Dick wasn’t too fussed about it.
Releasing the cock from his mouth, it fell against Wally’s stomach as Dick looked up, seeing the unfocused gaze staring up at the ceiling. And what looked like a few tears on Wally’s cheeks.
Deactivating the Nightwing glove and tossing it aside, Dick quickly ascended Wally’s body, hovering over him in concern as he set a hand gently on Wally’s face, brushing aside what was definitely a tear.
“Wally, are you okay?” Dick asked. “Did I hurt you?”
It took a moment for Wally to respond, but when he did, he said, “That felt good.” His eyes were still hazy and unfocused, chest still rising and falling in a pant, but he gripped Dick’s hand and didn’t let it go.
Leaning down, Dick nuzzled his face against Wally’s. “You scared me for a sec there, Walls.”
“It’s a lot,” Wally mumbled.
“Too much?” Dick asked.
“No, just a lot.”
“Do you want me to stop?” When Wally shook his head, Dick then asked, “Need a break?”
“Some water would be great.”
“Of course. Anything you need.” Dick climbed off the bed and went to fill a glass of water for Wally, bringing it back quickly and helping him sit up to drink it.
After drinking half the glass, Wally leaned against Dick. “How much more do you have planned?”
Dick smiled softly as he kissed the top of Wally’s head while playing with his hair. “That’s a surprise as long as you’re up for it.”
“You really are trying to kill me,” Wally said with a laugh.
Dick joined in with his own as he ran a hand up and down Wally’s arm. “Not permanently. Believe it or not, I want to keep you around for a long time.”
“Sap.” Wally leaned up to kiss Dick on the lips and then said, “Okay, I’m ready.”
Dick laughed again. “You complain about me trying to kill you, but I’ve never met anyone more insatiable.”
Wally gave him a cheeky grin. “Both can be true.”
“Lay on your stomach.”
“Sir, yes, sir,” Wally said with a mock salute before slowly rolling off of Dick and laying down with his jellied limbs once more, already positioning his hips on the pillow.
Rolling his eyes while smiling, Dick got up and grabbed the last trick in his bag: an escrima stick.
Wally had thicker things up his ass before than an escrima stick, Dick’s own dick being one example. Escrima sticks simply weren’t very wide objects generally, but an escrima stick had the added benefit of complete inflexibility, rigid components, and an electric current. Wally wanted to try erotic electrostimulation; he was going to get erotic electrostimulation. An incredibly toned-down, non-lethal version of the voltage the sticks could generate, but enough to feel, nonetheless.
The glove was only a warmup, an introduction.
Twirling it in his hand as he knelt once more between Wally’s legs, Dick reached for the bottle of lube, coating the end of the escrima stick generously.
With some of the lube on his fingers, Dick pressed them into Wally’s hole again to make sure he was loose and relaxed, loving the way he moaned as fingers brushed against his prostate. Since three fingers easily fit in the hole, with a fourth being a gentle stretch, Dick deemed him prepared enough.
“You ready?” Dick asked, hovering the escrima stick over the entrance.
“Can’t exactly say if I don’t know what I need to be ready for,” Wally cheekily countered, not glancing back. Dick pinched Wally’s ass cheek, earning a short squeal. “Hey, yes, you bastard. I’m ready. Fuck me, please.”
“Well, since you asked,” Dick said and then began pressing the end of the escrima stick inside Wally. The hard, unbreakable polymer stretched the hole further than his fingers did, not allowing the flexibility or maneuverability they had as it pressed into him.
“Oh, shit,” Wally muttered, reaching out to grip the bedsheets again. “Dick, I swear to every god out there—” He didn’t get to finish his sentence as a small, electric pulse from the escrima stick shocked him directly on his prostate, rippling throughout his body as it surprise forced him into another orgasm.
Wally let out a strained cry as every part of his body tensed, nails clawing at the sheets and blankets as he reached around for something to grip. A sob wracked him as his cock felt like it had been engulfed in white flames, nothing coming out with each throb. He pressed his face into the pillow, burrowing into it until his body relaxed once again, the orgasm passing.
“Wally?” Dick carefully said, not moving.
“It hurt, but it felt so good,” Wally said, heaving a large intake of air. “Is that. . .” He swallowed. “Is that what I think it is?”
“That depends on what you think it is.” Dick slid the escrima stick further into Wally, slowly, inch by inch, earning a stuttered mewl and more clawed movement from Wally. Dick stopped moving once more. “Tell me how it feels.”
“Like I have an escrima stick up my ass,” Wally snarked, exhaustion permeating from his voice. His legs twitched as another current passed through him. “Fuck.”
Dick smiled as he sat there and watched Wally twitch each time he pressed the taser button. He knew Wally would reach his breaking point soon enough, but a promise was a promise. He needed one more orgasm from Wally before he fucked him himself.
Slowly sliding the stick back out, listening to the melodic moan from Wally as it moved, he then slid it back in, a bit faster that time. Not enough to hurt with the ridges but enough to elicit a gasping moan. Dick continued the movement, thrusting the escrima stick in and out of Wally’s ass, occasionally pressing the taser button as he went. Wally’s breathing began to pick up again, though this time it was joined by a desperate whimper.
“Be a good boy and come for me again, sweetheart,” Dick told him, leaning over Wally’s back while gripping his shoulder.
Wally tiredly shook his head, eyes unfocused as the escrima stick rubbed over his prostate again and again. He couldn’t move his limbs, couldn’t think, couldn’t feel anything aside from the painful pleasure emanating from his ass. “I-I can’t.”
“You can,” Dick said. “I know you can.” He kissed Wally’s ear as he quickened the pace of his hand, listening closely to Wally’s breathing. He was close, Dick knew. “One more, Wally. I know you can do it. Come for me.” He bit down onto Wally’s neck as he pushed the escrima stick firmly into Wally’s ass, pressing the taser button again.
He felt Wally tense beneath him with a full body shudder and building cry. Dick held him close, Wally twitching in shivering against him as he rode out the orgasm, cock pulsing painfully as he came dry again. Wally’s jaw was slacked open wide as he slumped over the pillow with shallow breaths.
Easing the escrima stick out of Wally, Dick let it fall to the floor before he finally, finally pushed his cock into the warmth.
Wally let out a low mewl at the new stretch and warmth filling him, and Dick wrapped both of his arms around Wally, rolling the two of them over so Wally laid on top of Dick, back to his chest while half sitting between his legs. Wally’s head flopped onto Dick’s shoulder, nuzzling into the crook, and Dick could see a few more tears trickling down his cheeks.
“I know, sweetheart,” Dick whispered into Wally’s ear, running his hands gently over Wally’s chest and stomach in a warm, soothing caress. Dick’s hard cock throbbed inside Wally’s hole, but he didn’t move, did nothing to ease it. He simply sat there holding Wally. He was content. “You did so well.”
Dick held Wally against his chest, listening to the rise and fall of his heavy breathing as they relaxed together, loving the warmth of Wally’s body on top of him, wrapped around him. He should probably get up and change the sheets before anything else, but he did not want to move in the slightest. His cock really wanted to explode, but holding an exhausted Wally was more important.
“You really were trying to kill me,” Wally murmured into Dick’s skin as he closed his eyes.
“That’s not even my last surprise.”
“I’m not coming again.”
Dick began to laugh quietly as he laced a hand through Wally’s curls. “That’s not the surprise.” He kissed Wally’s forehead and then reached over to the nightstand where he had hidden one final thing in the drawer, waiting for the right moment. Something he had been planning for a long time. The clock on the surface of the nightstand read after midnight, signaling it was officially their anniversary day. Dick’s fingers curled around a small, velvet box which he pulled out and held in front of Wally’s face.
Flicking open the box showed a ring set with a garnet and an aquamarine, intertwined in a silver vine band.
“Happy Anniversary, Wallace West,” Dick said.
Wally slowly reached out, gently taking the box from Dick as he asked, “Is this what I think it is?”
“Yes.” Dick could hardly hear his own words through the nervous pounding of his heartbeat. “You said you thought diamonds were boring, and I thought the colors of ruby and sapphire would be a tad on the nose, so it’s our birthstones. I’d love for you to wear it if you’ll marry me.”
Wally tore his gaze away from the ring as he looked up at Dick. Narrowing his eyes, he said, “You planned this. You got me all worn out and tired and sitting in your lap to keep me from nervously running away by accident or phasing through the floor from excitement.”
Dick gave him a sly grin. “Guilty. I know my best friend, even if he hasn’t given me an answer.”
“Of course, I’ll marry you, you big dork.” Wally plucked the ring from the box, slid it onto his left ring finger, and settled against Dick’s chest again. “You’re never getting rid of me. Now, will you cum in me already? I know you want to.”
“Anything for you.”