Day 30: Doing Something Hot (Mature)

                                    

                                          
Dick scraped his teeth along Wally's neck, feeling the man writhe beneath him.
                          
Wally grabbed fistfuls of Dick's shirt, wriggling his hips. "Mmph. More. Come on."
                          
Dick's finger hovered over the switch. "Say please."
                          
"Ugh. Asshole." Wally slammed his fist against the mattress. "Please."
                          
"Good." Dick kicked the power up a notch, lips splitting into a grin as Wally twitched and groaned in response. His birthday present was working beautifully.
                          
Wally laughed breathlessly. "Pff. That barely even tickles."
                          
"Is that so?" Dick increased the power again, watching Wally throw his head back into the pillows. Dick caught his lips in a sloppy kiss, flicking the switch even higher until he had Wally keening into his mouth. He was getting close. Dick wrapped a loose hand around his husband's erection, letting the vibrations reverberating through Wally's body do the work for him.
                          
Wally squeezed Dick's fingers tighter around him. "Ngh. Babe. I'm gonna-I'm gonna-ahhh!" He came, screaming to hell and back, and Dick was infinitely grateful he'd added extra soundproofing to the walls.
                          
Dick took his time pulling out the vibrator, and only switched it off once it was out. Wally slumped boneless against the pillows, his chest rising and falling like he'd just run a marathon.
                          
"How are you feeling?" Dick set the toy aside.
                          
Wally closed his eyes. "Mm. In a minute."
                          
Dick leaned down and licked a bead of cum off the tip of Wally's softening cock.
                          
Wally jerked in response. "Fuck."
                          
Dick chuckled, kissed his forehead and cleaned up the rest with a tissue. At that point, Wally had regained control of at least some of his faculties.
                          
"So, birthday boy..." Dick planted his chin on Wally's hip, grinning up at him. "Wanna pick how we finish the celebrations?"
                          
"Well, first I'm gonna eat all the birthday cake we brought home," Wally replied, "and then I'm gonna come back up here and fuck you senseless because I owe someone a big, fat favour."
                          
"Should I slip into something more comfortable while you're stuffing your face?"
                          
Wally headed for the door, still naked. "Only if you mean you're getting naked. Seriously, dude, those clothes should've come off an hour ago."
                          
Dick took off a sock and threw it at him. "Oh, just eat your cake."
                          
"Ooh, a foot!" Wally dramatically braced himself against the wall. "Must... resist..."
                          
"This foot will be up your ass if you don't go eat and your damn food."
                          
"Yeah, I don't think I'm really into that. Not tonight anyway."
                          
Dick groaned and threw himself facefirst onto the pillows. "Go away."
                          
Wally laughed himself out of the room. Dick threw his other sock after him. He heard the fridge open downstairs, and soon headed down himself.
                          
Wally was already sitting at the table with his mouth full of cake. "I knew you couldn't stay away."
                          
"You're cleaning that chair when you're done with it, Walls." Dick grabbed a glass and held it under the tap.
                          
"Babe, we've had sex on this table. Several times."
                          
"And then we cleaned it." Dick downed half the water in his glass in one go. He was hard as a rock, and this line of conversation wasn't helping.
                          
"The morning after, and only because we got a call from Tim warning us Damian was on his way."
                          
"I'd rather not repeat the experience." Dick filled his glass again. "I'm pretty sure the panic shaved three years off my life."
                          
Wally shovelled several more spoonfuls of cake into his mouth. "You know the kid does it on purpose, don't you?"
                          
"Wally, he's ten. Of course he's doing it on purpose. I've spoken to him. Alfred's spoken to him. Hell, even Bruce has spoken to him." Dick felt into the chair opposite Wally's. "I think it's sinking in that I'm perfectly capable of dividing my time between you and my family. He only grumbled a little bit when I headed out to your birthday party."
                          
"I'm over the moon," Wally said dryly. He ate the last few bites of cake and cleared his plate away. "Anyway, speaking of this table..."
                          
"Uh-uh," Dick replied. "We're not doing that again. It nearly broke last time."
                          
"You're no fun."
                          
Dick snorted. "I have a better idea. We're gonna have to clean your chair anyway, so sit."
                          
Wally sat. "Gonna give me a lapdance, babe?"
                          
Dick pulled his shirt off over his head. "Shut up."
                          
"So, that's a yes?"
                          
If there was a way to undo one's own pants in a pissed-off manner, Dick found it. "Don't get cocky."
                          
"Too late for that." Wally gestured at his half-hard penis. "Give me a minute and I'll be especially cocky."
                          
Dick sighed and pulled his pants down. "I walked right into that one, didn't I?"
                          
Wally very obviously stared at Dick's crotch. "You're even cockier than I am."
                          
"Ugh." Dick threw his pants at Wally's face. Wally deflected them with ease, and they smacked into the counter instead. "You're lucky I'm horny or you'd be sleeping alone tonight."
                          
Wally gasped. "You'd do that to me on my birthday?"
                          
Dick dug through a drawer to find the spare lube and condoms they kept down here in a hidden compartment. Wally could go from zero to sixty in no time flat, and they had a habit of not making it to the bedroom when the mood struck. He set it on the table and knelt between Wally's legs.
                          
"Get naked," Wally told him.
                          
"In a minute." Dick licked the tip of Wally's cock, almost laughing when Wally jolted above him. He wrapped his lips around the head, knowing exactly where to place his tongue to have Wally moaning.
                          
"Babe." Wally's voice was a little strained. "This is going to be a very short-fuck."
                          
Dick lifted his head, stroking Wally with a slicked hand in the meantime. "Is that what you meant to say? Because it fit pretty well."
                          
"Ugh. Shut up."
                          
Dick laughed at him. "You get so grumpy when you're horny." He swallowed Wally down in one quick motion. Wally smacked the table, throwing his head back.
                          
"Babe. Fuck. I'm gonna-" He moaned loudly and Dick laughed around him, which only made things worse. "Seriously. I... ah!"
                          
Dick pulled away mere seconds before Wally would have come. Wally swallowed down air, fighting to get himself under control.
                          
"I hate you," he gasped.
                          
Dick scraped his teeth along Wally's knee. "Do you now?"
                          
"Take off your damn underwear and maybe I'll change my mind."
                          
"Your wish is my command." Dick whipped them off and climbed up to sit in Wally's lap. "While you're calming down, give me a hand getting ready?"
                          
Wally snatched the bottle of lube from Dick's hand. "Let's do this."