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dick’s need for space wasn’t because he disliked someone, or he was scared he was a burden, or annoying, but because sometimes he just wanted to be alone, sometimes he just needs to be able to think without having to sort out his thoughts for another person, or to keep up a conversation while doing something else, or not be hyperaware of a silent presence in the same room.
he also just really, really likes to masturbate.
dick‘s face down, ass up in the air with a pillow position under his torso. he barely muffles a keen with the pillow infront of him, teeth clenching to bite on the pillow case. he feels so stretched, so full, and fuck the dildo is so long. he turns his head to the side, taking in gulps of air as he continues to pull the dildo in, out, in, out. he’s panting, and there’s a single graze against his prostate that makes him bite his lip so that sound can stay private, thank you. his right hand is holding the sheets, clenching for dear life as he sets a brutal pace for himself.
an array of rather embarrassing noises would be heard if the titan’s tower didn’t have soundproof walls. thank god for that, or else someone would’ve walked by and immediately known what he was doing to himself. the thought causes a hint of arousal to course through his gut. he bites his lip again, before he accidentally hits his prostate a little too hard and a strangled groan escapes his throat before he can think better of it. his hand speeds up.
he turns his face back into the pillow so he doesn’t have to hear the whorish moans and keens pouring out of him. the hand that isn’t holding the dildo comes down to spread open his ass cheeks. “fuck,” he chokes out after lifting his head to gulp in air. his head is rested on his chin, eyes fluttering open and closed as he stares at the headboard. there’s another harsh, rough graze of his prostate and he gives another few strangled moans. he’s so close, fuck, he’s been teetering off the edge for the past twenty or so minutes and he still can’t cum.
“please.” he simpers out into the empty room, voice quiet and meek like he has any reason to be quiet. the walls are soundproof, and he’s alone, but safe than sorry. he hits his prostate dead-on, hips twitching with the sudden burst of pleasure, and he can’t even attempt to cover the moan that escapes him. “ffuck… please, i’m so— i’m—“ he can’t even get the fumbled out words before he’s hitting his prostate again with another pornographic moan, and again, before he’s so close his legs try to close around something that isn’t there. he hears the squelch of his hole, feels the slickness between his legs.
fuck, he needs to cum, it’s been three weeks since he’s had a good orgasm, even longer since he got laid. fuck, he’s so close. “fuck— fuck me,” he whimpers out. he’s always had a thing for dirty talk. still, he can’t quite reach the finish line, and he’s so frustrated because it’s been nearly two hours and he had one shitty orgasm from lazily rubbing it out on his pillow. two hours! he tries to think of something turning him on. him sucking someone off? it doesn’t really do anything for him, he hates giving head. maybe… a bigger guy, holding his hips down, bruisingly so he can’t escape. so he’s stuck there taking it.
he moans at the idea, the fantasy, and he speeds up his motions. “shit,” he whines out, eyes clenching shut. he can nearly feel it, hands gripping his hips, holding him down like he’s nothing more than a hole, a good fuck. the dirty talk, fuck. he imagines the man whispering in his ear, lowly, in a teasing tone that would make him desperate to cum. teasing him with slow thrusts before fucking him so hard he can barely breath. “fuck me,” he begs no one, his hand beginning to clench harder on the sheets.
fuck, he imagines the man telling him how good he is, how he’s such a good boy for taking it so well, how he’s doing a good job, and he just moans a little harder at that. he starts hitting his prostate with every thrust, and dick nearly loses the rhythym with how good his feels. his legs are shaking, no doubt, he can feel the way he trembles with the weight of himself resting on his knees. ass up in the air. he imagines being walked in on, imagines somebody opening the door to see dick taking himself apart, and all he can think is, ‘fuck, that’s so hot’. even though he’s sure he locked the door, the idea is still hot.
the guy in his fantasy is still going strong, still faceless, though. with that in mind, he imagines being manhandled like he weighs nothing at all, like he isn’t probably 160 or over. fuck, imagine being pulled into the position they want, being folded and pulled and pushed until they’re satisfied with how he looks, how he’ll feel when they’re finally inside. fuck, fuck. he imagines getting put on his back by sheer strength, finally getting to imagine a face of who’s fucking him in his fantasy, and unfortunately, this is the part where wally invades his fantasies.
dick’s feelings for wally aren’t… new, but they’ve only started developing so long ago. since then he hasn’t been able to get off without wally invading his thoughts at least once. it’s the main reason why he’s been holding back when he jerks off. but right now he’s so horny and desperate to be fucked and his fantasy— of wally on top of him, stronger, holding him down and praising him is so fucking hot it’s helping him get close. one time wouldn’t hurt, right? his hand speeds up yet again, fucking the dildo in and out of his hole with strangled out groans and half-muffled moans.
he’s hitting his prostate repeatedly, sometimes grazing it, sometimes hitting it dead-on. he savours the drag of the dildo, and begins to fantasize again. he’s seen wally’s dick before, and it’s really unfortunate for him that it’s huge, because it’s not like the fact is helping when he’s trying not to jerk off thinking about his best friend. he imagines that inside of him, the warmth, the girth. he moans into his pillow. he was already pretty big when he was soft, will he look even bigger when he’s hard? fuck, dick can nearly perfectly imagine in, the groans, the grunts he’s heard every day from their hero work.
the grip of his hand that dick had previously felt on his wrists moving down to hold his hips, and pull him back onto his cock. “fuck, w—“ he nearly moans out his name before catching himself. there are tears pricking his eyes, and he clenched his eyes shut to brush them away as he keeps the brutal pace for himself. he still has some of his dignity, man, but he won’t stoop so low to moan out the name of his crush like some— some weirdo. a ton of guys think of their friends when they jack off, and it’s only once. he’ll let himself have this, to have the mindblowing orgasm that’s creeping up his spine.
he bites his lip and keeps imagining wally, wally above him, behind him, under him. all he can think about is how hot it would be, to feel wally holding him in position, or grasping his hips or his hair for leverage to yank him back and fuck him, or of dick on top and the look wally would give as he watches him roll his hips and bounce, making him work for it. the ideas are so unbearably hot he can feel himself so close to the edge, so close to coming. “please— please, fuck me, oh my—“ he can’t even fully fumble out the words, trying to muffle himself even though he knows the walls are soundproof.
he keens into the pillow, still imagining wally all over. is he a moaner? dick’s heard him moan, only after he ate a really good plate of food or after he gets the right spot in his shoulders massaged. is he the type to grunt? well, yea, probably, but, it’d be kind of hot if he was just silent, unaffected while he fucks dick with an inch of his life. and his voice, he sounds so hot on a normal day, his morning voice is even better, imagine his bedroom voice. fuck, the way he’d whisper into his ear, all low and sexy and making heat pool into dick’s gut. he’s so close, so close. “fuck— fuck,” he keens out. “please— let me— i need it, oh my god,” he’s still babbling to the empty room, but he’s also still so deep into his fantasy he wouldn’t care.
wally would fuck him so hard and fast, or teasingly slow, working him up just to slow down to an agonizing pace and watch him whine for it. he reaches his hand down to wrap it around his cock, frantically stroking but he can’t keep a pace right because his hands are shaking too hard. he’s imagining wally dirty talking to him, in that stupid morning voice of his. saying, ‘c’mon dick, you know you want it,’ and fuck, he’s so close, he’s never needed anything more bad in his life. “please,” he whines out to imaginary wally. ‘good boy’ wally croons in his head, and fuck he imagines it so perfectly. he thrusts the dildo in and out, harder, faster, brutal.
he’s right on the edge, just a little more— “oh— fuck, oh— oh my god, wally—“ he chokes out, and it only takes another hit of his prostate before he’s shooting his cum onto the sheets, legs beginning to tremble a little hard at his release, his head spinning and his body feeling achy with how hard he’s cum. and just at moaning his name, wally’s name. he imagines the load wally would shoot into him, before dismissing the thought because he just came after he moaned wally’s name. fuck, that’s so embarrassing, he just lays there for a moment so he doesn’t have to face the world.
with shaky limbs, he raises himself up to flop on his back and spreads his legs again, reaching a hand down to pull out the dildo. it comes loose with an embarrassingly wet noise, and he lets out a high noise, then a sigh as it’s pulled out. it takes him probably ten minutes to recover and gather the will to get up. his legs are gonna be shaky, and that’s gonna be a bitch. he eventually does, shuffling to the end of the bed, preparing himself to get up. he almost falls over, his hole a little sore with the abuse, but he steadies himself with a hand holding the bedposts on the bed.
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it’s around thirty minutes later that he comes out of the shower, freshly washed in clean boxers, grey sweats, and a long-sleeve camouflage print shirt that’s probably wally’s. yea, it’s a little weird to wear your crushes clothes after you just imagined him fucking you, moaned his name while fucking yourself, then came right after you did, but— wally gave this shirt to him, so. he stumbles to his door, opening it with no trouble— which, he pauses, then looks at the door. he didn’t lock it? he must’ve… been too horny to take the time to do so, which is so embarrassing he doesn’t waste any more time thinking about it.
he stumbles down the hallway, cringing at how weak his legs feel, and he goes to the kitchen of the titans tower. when he gets there, wally is there, embarrassingly enough. he sits at the counter, happily munching away on what looks to be like toast. when his eyes land on dick, he kind of just stares for a second like he’s thinking and he’s stuck in his own head, before looking back at his toast to take another bite. okay, not odd but not normal, maybe he’s just overthinking this because he just orgasmed to a fantasy of wally absolutely railing him. “hey, man,” dick greets, walking over to the fridge to grab an energy drink.
he has to stay awake somehow, and he has casework to do. he cracks it open, and nearly falls over while straightening himself up. wally sits up off the counter when he does. “you good, man?” he asks, smiling a little. his head is tilted, and he sort of smiles but it’s a weird half-thing. dick stuffs that away for later in favour of trying not to fall with how his legs are still trembling. “yea! i’m good,” he says, and it’s smooth with enough casualty that he knows it’ll fool wally. hopefully, sometimes wally looks at him and he just knows, like he knows dick better than the back of his hand, in and out.
dick purses his lips, and they just— look at each other for a second. weird. “so, uh, how long have you been back?” dick asks, head tilted. totally not suspicious, right. wally seems to think the same, and his eyebrows twitch and furrow for a split second before his face goes back to the easy smile. okay, so, he probably didn’t hear dick absolutely obliterating himself with a dildo, thank the lord. “ around, i dunno, like half an hour. a little longer?” wally gives a shrug. dick just nods an affirmative.
okay, he definitely didn’t hear dick, which is a relief. still a little weird how his door was unlocked, but, oh well. “so, wanna watch a movie?” wally asks, standing up straight. dick grins.