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Roots of Education	By : Owlgirl Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 6524 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Roots of Education
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The roots of education are bitter, but the fruit is sweet. ~Aristotle

The door of Bruce's study opens with a loud creek in the dim afternoon light of the manor. The call of his name several times is louder, more pronounced as the teen of the house runs up to his desk, waving a sheet of gold-yellow paper in one small hand. Dick jumps up happily into Bruce's lap when the man scoots away from the desk just enough for the boy to wiggle in.

"Guess what, Bruce?" Dick smiles wide, adjusts his legs a little and brings the piece of paper up close to his chest with one loud, excessive breath.

"What is it?"

"I got...all A's!" The teen lifts the paper quickly, almost shoving it into the man’s face, so Bruce can look at it. Dick's grade sheet for the last semester, full of the highest grade imaginable and a few notes from teachers commenting on the teen's wonderful ability to learn and actually pay attention in class.

Dick is smiling as Bruce takes the grade report, looks closely and scans the notes. There’s a grin at the edges of the man’s mouth; pulling Dick in closer by the hips, he sets the paper on his desk and looks the bird in the eyes.

“Wonderful work, Dick. Alfred will be proud.”

“And you?”

“It makes me very happy.”

“Oh, Bruce,” a flick of his long eyelashes and Dick is kissing the man, leaning forward into his solid body and enjoying the feeling of closeness. He smirks a bit, leaves a few small, chaste kisses along Bruce’s lips. “You said I’d get a reward if I got all A’s.” The bird looks down a bit at the man’s lap as he fists his hands in Bruce’s shirt and breathes in deep again. He leans back and gives his best set of puppy dog eyes, as if he ever had to beg; Bruce just laughs and runs a finger over Dick’s voluptuous lips.

“Indeed. And a reward you shall receive, my smart little Robin.”

Smiling wide, showing the whites of his teeth, Dick leans in again and moans against the skin of his mentor’s neck. Bruce is weaving his hands along the teen’s thighs, moving in closer and closer to his groin along the khaki of Dick’s pants. It’s a feeling he’ll never be able to get used to: Bruce touching him and making him so hot even though his fingers have barely touched Dick’s skin.

“You did so very well…pretty bird.” The man runs a hand up Dick’s stomach rolling the teen’s polo shirt up and tucking it under his armpits. A thumb presses up against one pink nipple and a moan hitches in Dick’s throat. Bruce’s mouth locks around the other nub of skin in the next moment, sucking, then biting and pulling.

The teen whines and grabs hold of the man’s shoulders, crumpling the expensive white dress shirt in his tiny, calloused hands. Bruce licks the abused nipple and moves to the other one, feeling the next moan shake out of the bird’s body. ‘Lovely little thing’, he thinks sucking against the pink nub, pulling the bird up and in.

“*Bruce*,” he whines until the man moves a hand down and unbuttons Dick’s pants, slowly undoing the zipper next. The teen whimpers and runs a hand through Bruce’s hair, mussing it when his pants and underwear are worked down around his thighs. The mahogany of Bruce’s desk is warming against his buttocks and the man lets go of the reddened nipple and smiles, leaning up to kiss Dick again.

The boy’s tongue flitters up against Bruce’s lips, slipping eagerly into the man’s mouth. Wet and hot, Bruce pushes his tongue into Dick’s mouth, tastes coffee blend with the tang of the teen’s after school snack. He wraps a hand around his half young lover’s half-flaccid penis and strokes once, causing Dick to pull away and release an airy pant. “Oh…*oh*--Bruce!”

The man gives a little squeeze then jerks him faster. “What do you want?”

“Your--your mouth…I think.”

Dick opens one bright blue eye and Bruce smiles at his nervousness. His hand stills and for a moment, the teen doesn’t know what to expect, then the man’s mouth is hot around his erection. He moans and grabs a chunk of coal colored hair, pulls a little as Bruce sucks fervently. It’s hard not to buck when it all feels so perfect, makes his mind want to melt into goo. Dick clenches and fists his slacks hard, trying to keep his body under control.

The man raises his head a bit and smirks. “You can thrust in, Dick. You can do whatever you want.” He dives back in, relaxing his throat and taking Dick in all the way. The teen cries, turns into a whimper and tries to push himself up further into the man’s mouth. It seems impossible at the point when Dick can feel Bruce’s breathing against his stomach. All he can do is grab hold of the man’s now-mussed hair and feel just *this*.

Bruce sucks and drools, comes off and goes back down. Dick *chokes* out his next whine and holds on tighter to the short strands of black hair. His fingernails are a bit too long, cutting into the skin of the man’s scalp as Bruce sucks hard and runs his tongue around the shaft.

The noises coming from Dick’s throat are elated little sounds that only make Bruce fuck his mouth faster on the teen. Dick switches to *pulling* the man’s hair, gripping tightly and thrusting up just as Bruce takes his mouth around the head.

*Greedy* little thing.

Dick moans the man’s name and he in turn hollows his cheeks and sucks just right until the teen screams, head thrown back. His thrusts in become ragged, sensuous…long, fast movements and all Bruce can do is salivate and take it because it’s too good to see, *feel* his bird lost in pleasure.

“*Bruce*BruceBruce--,”one after the other until Dick’s voice trembles. His hips begin to slow as his whole body tightens up, teetering on the edge of release till he‘s falling over into pleasure. Dick squeaks out a high moan, his hips being held down by one of Bruce’s large hands. The man backs up enough to catch the load of semen on his tongue, hold it there and not swallow.

Dick whimpers, empty, letting his hands fall from Bruce’s hair. His face is red-pink, his lips wet as the man rises to kiss him. The bird doesn’t twitch when *his* semen begins to fill the hot cavern of his mouth, right alongside Bruce’s tongue. He moans between the two of them and tastes himself, swallows and lets Bruce kiss him harder.

He hit’s the desk, Bruce’s paperwork under his back, everything that still needs to be signed and looked over Bruce doesn’t seem to care much, he rubs a thumb against Dick’s entrance, *pets* it and smiles. Dick would be lying if he said the sound of Bruce unzipping didn’t excite him. The man swiftly pulls open a top drawer of his desk and slick fingers enter the teen slowly in the next moment.

Dick wraps his hands around Bruce’s neck and pulls him down into another enthusiastic kiss. He can still taste a hint of himself between the two of them; his breath hitches suddenly and the man thrusts his fingers in faster. He can feel Bruce swallow and say his name on the palms of his hands. A quick little smile appears on the teen’s face that turns into a moan with the next push in.

“*Bruce*!” Dick whines and pulls the man in close again. “I-I’m--,” his hands tremble on the man’s skin until Bruce is removing his fingers and sliding the teen’s pants and briefs off, letting them fall to the floor. He teases Dick’s new erection with a few fingers and watches the teen writhe and beg wordlessly for more.

“Beautiful bird.”

“Bruce--hurry…I want--”

“I know, but I’m rather enjoying myself...enjoying you.” He smirks and slicks up his throbbing erection, watching his ward’s face turn a brighter shade of red. Still blushing after all this time. He pushes in leisurely and hears Dick scream, feels him tighten up around the hard member sliding inside his hot body. Bruce puts a hand on the teen’s face and strokes his cheek. “Dick…,” not in the command voice but it makes the bird relax and *take*.

“I love you,” is the next thing to come from Dick’s lips, Bruce buried deep inside of him. His blue eyes widen, his breath heavy and he pulls the man into another kiss. ‘IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou’ is the only thing playing in the teen’s head as the man begins to thrust into him, quick and shallow. He whimpers into Bruce’s mouth and holds tighter to the man’s solid body.

There’s a moment where Bruce slows down and takes time to feel Dick shake against him, feel the teen leave small, butterfly kisses against his neck and jaw. A comforting emotion, the bird wrapped around him, breathing heavy, getting lighter. He backs his head up and watches Bruce, blue eyes wide…passionate, even though he’s only fifteen.

The next slow slide in makes Dick whimper, but not beg; he accepts and kisses the man. If only-- “Bruce…*Bruce*…”

“What, Dick?” he doesn’t stop even though the boy writhes against the solid wood desk. “What do you need?”

“Mmm, *you*…ummm…your shirt…”

The man smiles and unbuttons his dress shirt, letting it fall back onto the chair. Dick’s hands immediately begin to roam over Bruce’s scarred chest, through the thick, almost straight body hair, across a nipple and up to the man’s lips. Bruce bites the finger playfully and Dick giggles cutely.

“Such a pretty bird.”

The boy smiles and clenches, moves his hips in a slow rhythm. Bruce kisses him again, feels him writhe and wrap his hands along the man’s back, feeling the muscles work.

“You like to feel, pretty bird…?”

Dick nods, digging his short nails into the scarred skin, mewling lightly. He wraps his legs tight around Bruce’s waist, drawing the man in. There’s a tiny, *dirty* smirk on Dick’s face as he does it and grinds his hips hard against Bruce. He bites his bottom lip, holding back another moan.

Bruce watches Dick, letting off a growl at the expressions of pleasure passing over his ward’s face. His hips begin to move faster, pushing whimper after moan after whimper from Dick’s small frame. The teen wraps his arms taut around Bruce’s neck, burying his head against the man’s shoulder and screaming as Bruce changes the angle and hits his prostate.

In moments, Dick is throwing his head back and letting off a loud, little growl that makes his mentor smile. Bruce fucks him faster, harder, causing Dick to tremble and rake his nails down the skin of the man’s back. It’s an enjoyable little tickle, an itch in Bruce’s mind. He enjoys his bird’s nails marking his skin with his pleasure.

The acrobat bites his plump bottom lip and shakes as he orgasms for the second time that day. His small forehead is sweaty, black strands pasted to the pale skin as he continues to writhe against Bruce’s large body, spreading his semen between them.

Bruce leans in to growl in his lover’s ear, causing the boy to pant and clench harder around the erection. It isn’t long, not with Dick’s beautiful stimulation, until the man is pressing his hips tight against the bird’s and cumming with a rumble deep in his chest. He presses his head to Dick’s neck, taking in the smell of the bird and their sex, enjoying the mingling of scents in the large study.

Dick whimpers and pets Bruce’s back as he calls the man’s name cutely. He grins when his mentor leans back and looks down at him with those clear blue eyes that are always watching, making him feel safe. “That was fun…”

Bruce laughs low in his throat, kissing Dick chastely before slowly pulling out of the teen, watching the process carefully. The man tucks himself away in his slacks and pulls his bird up, not paying attention to Dick’s words that he would leak against the paperwork. He kisses Dick deeply, opening his mouth with a thumb before his tongue delves in and tastes.

The acrobat collapses into Bruce, groaning into the slick, hot exchange as his hands slide up his lover’s bare chest. He feels Bruce’s muscles tense for just a second as he pulls away and breathes deep, looking over Dick’s sex-strained body, still red with exertion and wet with cum and lube.

He smirks and pets Dick’s cheek, then slips his dress shirt back up and buttoning it. “Go wash before dinner. We can’t have you running around being a mess.”

“But I would like to…I mean--” He sees Bruce still for just a moment before the man is sighing and sitting back in his large, leather chair. Bruce pats one of Dick’s knees and the teen knows exactly what that action means: ‘not right now’.

Dick smiles and slips off the desk before his hands work to right his shirt, covering his chest; he picks up his pants and briefs, stepping into both articles. The acrobat gasps as Bruce helps him pull the clothing up his lean legs and secures everything. The man pets Dick’s stomach and kisses him for a moment before ushering the bird out of the way so he could get back to his work and the running of his company.

Bruce hears his young lover make a happy little sound over the rustle of paperwork as he heads out of the door, offering a quick ‘I love you, Bruce’. The man smiles and shakes his head, knowing next semester the same game would be played.
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