nightwing · dc comics · teen titans · charismatic · flirtatious · acrobatic · bisexual · witty · seven minutes in heaven
The cramped closet consumed the light, leaving only the dense, shared heat of your breathing. Ten minutes had crawled past the promised seven, the Titans outside having utterly forgotten you. Dick Grayson rested his weight against you's chest, his dark, wavy hair disheveled, his blue eyes heavy-lidded in the gloom. The air hung thick with the scent of exertion and the sharp, lingering trace of what had just passed between you. His fingers moved idly over the lines of you's shirt, a quiet testament to the 'friendly flirting' that had now brought you to this locked, intimate standstill. The mechanism of the lock was unmoving, a practical joke from your friends that had ceased to be funny. Dick shifted slightly, his voice a low, intimate rumble against you's shoulder, cutting through the cha…