WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER IS SPICY AND NOT APPROPRIATE FOR ALL AGES. IT IS NSFW. If this is not your thing, feel free to skip this chapter since it does not add anything vital to the storyline. ✌🏼

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His lips started off soft on mine, the pressure growing the more I pulled him into me, with one hand still in his hair and the other clutching his shirt. He moved slow, almost indulgently, sliding his tongue against mine so sensually I could feel it in every nerve ending of my body. His hand at my hip tightened, keeping me pinned there to his side.

But as much as I loved being there, I needed more.

I whimpered into the kiss to get his attention, sure he would get the message. Instead of letting me go long enough to move, I felt him smile against me before biting playfully at my lip. Frustrated, I growled at him which only seemed to amuse him more, the hand at my neck gliding down before sweeping lightly up my shirt, his fingers rubbing over my skin.

Clearly he wasn't playing fair, so neither should I.

Tightening my fingers in his hair, I tugged his head back hard enough to earn a surprised grunt, his mouth detaching from mine as he gave me taunting look. Giving him my best Cheshire grin, I leaned forward before he could take control again, my teeth closing on the hinge of his jaw and making him shudder against me.

It was one of my favorite reactions from him.

Naturally, I had to do it again. This time I licked the skin at the same time, my lips suctioning against the muscle that jumped there as he tried not to pull away and catch my mouth with his again.

As much as he thrived in the role of leader with everyone else, I personally loved when he fought to leave the control to me.

My teeth grazed a path down the side of his neck against his pulse, a groan rumbling deep in his chest when I moved his shirt's neckline to leave a mark on his collarbone. His hand tightened again on my hip, fingertips digging into my skin letting me know he was seconds away from attempting to take control back and I couldn't help my lips spreading into a smile against him.

I tugged his head back by his hair again, feeling his pulse jump beneath my lips and his other hand slide along my ribcage beneath my shirt, curling around it.

"Madds," he breathed almost desperately into my ear as I made my way back up his throat. Instead of my lips, it was my tongue tracing up the skin, Dick's head tilting of his own accord to let me in closer.

"Yes, love?" I said in a falsely innocent voice.

"If you don't let me at least kiss you again, I might go insane." He swallowed hard with the words and a shot of thrilling heat coursed through me.

"Hmm, so what you're saying is I'm living up to that nickname after all," I teased, bringing my lips to brush the corner of his and pulling back with a laugh when he tried to turn into it. "Uh uh, Grayson. You're not in control right now. I am." I pulled back enough to meet his eyes, loving the eager intensity reflecting back at me. "I think you've earned a little time where you aren't in charge, don't you?"

Dick swallowed hard again and my smile widened. The hand that was under my shirt resurfaced so he could rest it against my cheek, eyes fixed on my lips. "And what if I want to be in charge?"

My hands moved to his shoulders, being sure to be in the right position for my next move. "Tough shit for you," I answered, shoving them back hard and still feeling him relent enough to drop his back against the bed as he let out a laugh.

In the same movement, I pushed up onto my knees before moving to straddle his waist, my hands curling into the fabric edge of his shirt and pushing up enough to expose an expanse of hard muscle there. I licked my lips as his abdomen flexed beneath me and could feel his eyes on my face, tracking every reaction.

It almost reminded me of the first time we'd been together.

I pushed his shirt further up to his chest with one hand, the other tracing its way along the hard plains of his skin, just avoiding  over his ribs. "Now, if you'll behave like the good little vigilante I know you can be, I won't have to call for backup," I smirked, noticing the slight hitch of his breath at the words. Sometimes I think he liked the vines keeping him from touching me. "Break rank and try to take back control before I've decided it's time for you to have it, and things will get very  frustrating for you in a way that's more fun for me than it is you. Understood?"

His eyes were a desperate, molting fire as he stared back at me. "Yes, gorgeous," he replied, leaving his arms loose at his sides as if to prove he was being submissive. I approved, but I also loved to see him squirm a bit so I raked my nails along his ribs, his body immediately bucking under me as his hands came up to grab my waist. "That's cheating, Madds," he huffed out, clearly trying to keep from flipping me over as his hands tightened on me.

"No, love, that's called knowing your pressure points," I said smugly, leaning down to whisper the rest against his ear. "And I just wanted to remind you that I know every. Last. One. Of yours." I made sure to punctuate each point with a nip at his jaw, the drag of my nails on his skin, a nibble of his bottom lip and light tug of his hair. And each time he answered with a soft, but guttural groan, a buck of his hips, tightening of his grasp and bob of his head trying to catch my lips with his own.

I'd barely gotten started with him and he was already nearing the edge of where I wanted him.

"Now," I continued, leaning back just enough to give him space for my next words, grabbing his hands and having to pry them off of me. "The only thing I want you to do right now is take off this shirt and relax."

"Relax," he scoffed lowly, arcing his body up to pull the shirt over his head. I bit back a laugh knowing he was already expecting anything but relaxation to come.

I pulled the shirt from his hands and tossed it over my shoulder, splaying my hands across the taut muscles of his stomach and feeling them tighten as I leaned forward again. The muscle in his jaw jumped again as he kept it tight, hands fisted at his sides as he worked to keep from touching me. Whether it was because I hadn't told him he could yet or he was sure his restraint would snap if he did, I didn't know, but I was going to enjoy finding out.

The longest Dick's ever left me in control was maybe thirty minutes, but I tried to make him break that record whenever I got the chance. Though, truthfully, that would probably work better if I wasn't always testing how easily I could make him lose it too.

"I'm sure if you tapped into all that training, you could relax just fine," I teased against his lips, just barely letting them touch mine. "Should be easy enough for you." I traced the shape of his bottom lip with the tip of my tongue before giving in and kissing him, humming against his mouth as I felt his chest rise and fall more rapidly beneath me. I felt the bed shift on one side, sparing a glance to find his hand pressing harder into the bed, but closer towards me. I looked back at him with a brow raised tauntingly and he shrugged, trying to play it cool.

"Didn't touch you."

"Such a pity," I replied, running my nails along his ribs again just hard enough to make him squirm. A grin widened across my face before I dove down and attached my mouth beneath his jaw, working kisses along its edge, down his neck. He tilted his head, digging it into the mattress as my teeth grazed across his collarbone, my hips and thighs sliding down the length of him as I moved lower and lower at a torturing slow pace.

When I reached his abs, I bit hard enough to leave another mark, the muscles tightening beneath my lips as he grunted lightly.

Keeping my mouth on him, I looked up at him from under my lashes and met his dark gaze from where he'd angled his neck to watch me. I licked over the spot my teeth had been before sliding a little lower and working on another one, never taking my eyes from his and loving every unintentional flex of him beneath me. "Doing alright there, Grayson? You seem a little more...easily excitable than usual."

"I'd be better if you let me touch you already."

"Mmm, not yet," I mumbled against his skin. My own body was heating up in response to his every reaction, ramping me up as much as him. It definitely felt more all consuming than it usually was for either of us, likely a bi-product of all our problems building up. Mentally, I shook the thoughts away, only wanting to focus on Dick. "You had your turn with your little begging stunt the other night. Tonight is mine." I left another bite mark just above his waist line as one hand reached down to undo his pants.

"If I remember correctly, you had a turn that night too," he replied breathily and I lifted my head entirely to shoot him an innocent smile.

"Only after you'd thoroughly had your turn." I couldn't help but bite my lip slightly as his adam's apple bobbed at my words, his torso tensely propped up by his elbows. "Now, I told you to relax." One hand moved back up to push him flat again but this time he held his ground, his pupils blown so wide that his eyes were nearly black. "Let me take care of you." His lips parted when I said it, the overwhelming urge to meet them taking over me.

I moved to kiss him, Dick leaning forward a little more to meet me, the pressure of his mouth on mine enough to make a moan slip from my throat. For a moment I let the kiss fog over my mind, forgetting that I was supposed to be keeping in charge as my hand slid to the back of his neck, fingers curling into his hair to hold him closer. I felt one of Dick's hands slide in behind my own head, but the intoxicating taste of him refused to fight against it. When we finally broke apart, it was Dick's doing as he slid his mouth across my cheek to the sweet spot he knew drove me crazy.

I shuddered into him more, tilting my head back to give him room despite the voice in my head telling me to punish him for taking over. No matter how much I wanted him writhing under me, I could never stand against his his lips sucking on that one spot.

"Grayson," I breathed out, barely above a whisper.

I felt his mouth tilt up into a smile against my neck, his lips never leaving the skin there even as he mocked me with my own words. "Yes, love?"

"You're-- you're not being good," I stuttered, letting out a light yelp at the end when his teeth nipped at my earlobe. "I'm th-the one who's--"

"Supposed to be taking care of me," he murmured against my throat, his nose skimming the length of it as he brought his face back to mine, a smirk on his lips. "Don't worry, you are." Before I could clear my head enough to react, I felt his other arm wrap around my waist and hoist me back up his body before pressing his hips against mine so I could feel him fully between us. "I'm just helping speed things along a little."

His hands let go of me long enough to reach for my shirt, tugging it hard and fast off of my body, nearly ripping the neckline when it got caught on my hair. One hand hooked to the clasps of my bra behind me, just as easily doing away with that before bending his head to ritualistically press his kisses to the scars on my chest. Unlike the way he'd been trying to devour me with the others, these were softer, more reverential followed by the brush of his fingertips over the marks.

As I did every time, I shuddered at the touch, arching myself forward unintentionally and then gently catching his face between both my hands to make him look at me.

For those few seconds, all the desire seemed to fade to the background, the haunted but thankful look reflecting in his eyes at me. I kissed him softly, tracing his jaw with my thumbs, a silent reminder that I was still with him.

When I pulled back again, my mouth twitched into a devious smile. "I told you what would happen if you broke rank."

Dick's brows drew down as I pulled away completely, evidently confused. His mouth opened to say something while I removed myself from straddling him, but before he could form a word, my vines stretched across the room and from beneath the bed.

Immediately, two sets wrapped around his wrists and ankles, a third circling his waist as they pulled him to sit against the headboard.

His eyes stayed fixed on me as I smirked at him, the need there as obvious to me as my own. The green pinned his hands up next to his head so he couldn't reach for me as I took my time removing the rest of my clothes.

Finished, I reached for the waist of his pants, catching the tensing of his abs and looking up to find his biceps twitching as he fought to break from their hold. I tsked at him teasingly, moving even slower to remove his pants and sidling back up his body so that my knees rested on either side of his still brief-clad hips.

"What a shame you couldn't keep yourself under control. Looks like you'll be doing a different kind of begging tonight."

"Madds." His voice was thick with warning which only made me laugh to myself when I thought of how impossible it'd be for him to get free without my permission.

"Richard," I taunted, pleased by the groan that earned.

"Don't worry, I won't torture you...much." There was no other way to describe the smile on my face now other than evil. I dropped a quick, innocent kiss on his nose before positioning myself better over his hips and lowering myself until a tortured groan rumbled from his chest. I pressed my palms into his lower abdomen under the guise of leverage while I shifted slowly back and forth along his toned thighs, just teasing the bulge between them. I felt him twitch twice, his hips bucking up into me, a brief grind against my core drawing a moan of my own as heat flared through me again.

Part of me wanted to reprimand him for the move, but fuck all if it didn't feel amazing.

I applied just a little more pressure as I pressed down on him, my fingers digging into his stomach when another stroke of pleasure burned through me, my eyelids fluttering closed. I kept repeating the action, grinding a little harder each time, moans slipping from both of our mouths as I moved my fingers to scrape the sensitive skin of his ribs again. Dick released an almost wrecked sound at the touch, his entire body trying to buck beneath me and against the vine this time, again successfully thumping into me in a way that sent fireworks up my spine.

"Shit," I mumbled to myself, shuddering and pressing against him in response. My desire to tease him as long as possible was slowly being drowned out by my need to have him.

I adjusted myself again until that bundle of nerves pulsed with pleasure at even the slightest move against him, one of my hands sliding up his torso to clutch at his hair at the base of his skull. Dick made a frustrated sound as my fingers tangled there, the lower part of my body circling his thigh hungrily, my own offering him the smallest amount of stimulation as it grazed him on every upturn.

"Madds." His voice was deep with lust and frustration, causing another distracting throb to make me gasp out as I ground down harder, pulling his head forward slightly. Something like a growl echoed out of his chest in response, the vibrations seeming to make their way through him and straight to my heat. I let out another moan that had him pulling roughly against his plant life restraints. "Madds, look at me."

"Hmm?" I hummed through my throat, focusing more on my impending orgasm than whatever he was trying to get my attention for. I was getting more and more lost in the pleasure his body was managing to give me without him really trying.

"Look. At. Me," he repeated, somewhere between pleading and demanding.

"Was that...an order... Grayson?" I panted, feeling my skin growing hotter. I could feel it building, creeping just out of reach no matter how hard I worked to chase it. I whimpered as I picked up speed and Dick shifted again beneath me, clearly still trying to get free.

"Fuck, Madds, please. Don't-- not without looking at me."

Even though I'd been listening to him the whole time, it was like it was the first time I was actually hearing the words. Up until then, I hadn't even registered that my eyes were still closed.

Suddenly the pleading in his voice made more sense; Dick seemed to find his own pleasures in looking into my eyes as I came.

That thought sent a shiver of anticipation through me as I finally realized what I needed to go over the edge.

Opening my eyes slowly, still very much distracted by my body's movement on him, I met his dark gaze as he stared at me in desperate need. His body pulled taut again against the vines, his thigh moving in the opposite direction against me and sending a jolt through me, his jaw tight in frustration. A sigh escaped me after his body relaxed back into the bed, the response making him pull again on the restraints and I couldn't help but smile, feeling so close to the edge.

"You're hot when you're needy," I teased, his eyes narrowing slightly as they raked down my body to where I was pressing against him.

I watched as a smug smile suddenly crossed his face, not giving me any time to question him as his thigh flexed beneath me, bucking up against my core as far as he could manage while being held down.

Turns out, it was far enough.

A strangled gasp fell from my lips as the added pressure pushed me over the edge, my body coiling tight with the pleasure of the orgasm rolling through it. I pressed down harder on the muscles of his thigh, which he'd kept tightly fixed between my own, and I let the vines slacken enough to pull him closer. Sitting him up so my face buried in the crook of his neck as I moaned. My heaving chest pressed against his and his lips alternated between scattering kisses across my collarbone and shoulder, and whispering something thickly.

It wasn't until the third time he'd said it, the high of my orgasm clearing my mind enough to comprehend anything else, that I realized what it was. "Beautiful. Fucking beautiful."

Slowly raising my head from him, I looked at him through lidded eyes, smiling before leaning in to kiss him again. His tongue pushed in between my lips, moving against mine unyieldingly. My eyelashes fluttered against his skin, my hand on his stomach tracing the lines of muscle again until he shivered slightly, finally breaking us apart.

"Madds, please," he mumbled against my mouth and I lowered my hand to rub lightly over his briefs, feeling the twitch of hardness there. "Fuck," he hissed out and I ran my fingers through his hair behind him.

"I know, babe," I said slowly, watching his eyes flutter shut now with the slow movement of my hand. "I know what you need." I squeezed lightly and he jolted against me a little, his eyes popping open to stare at me intensely.

"No, I don't think you do," he said thickly, his chest rising and falling quicker against me. "I don't need that I need you."

"Is that not me?" Dick didn't respond; just looked at me like he was a minute away from total insanity. "And what makes you think you've earned that?" I grinned tauntingly against his mouth and then pulled his bottom lip between my teeth and tugged, another groan falling from him that sent my nerves buzzing.

I knew the second the vines had slipped away from him because his hands came around to grip my ass hard as he flipped me onto my back. He wedged himself between my legs, rolling his still clothed groin against me as he easily took charge of my mouth with his.

I moaned into him, wrapping my arms around his waist to pull down his briefs. With his long body pressing down on me, I couldn't get it past the bottom curve of his ass but he didn't seem to notice.

Once I'd freed his length between us, guiding him to my entrance, his main concerns were torn between thrusting himself in and peppering every inch of skin he could reach with slow, deliberate kisses. I arched into him with another moan once he'd slid all the way in, his mouth once again finding my scars to leave kisses on.

My hands trailed up his side, a small shiver making him press into me a little harder, until they came up to tangle in his hair and pull his gaze to mine.

I'm positive Dick's eyes were as hooded, and skin as flushed, as mine and the thought alone was ramping me up again to push against him. A low moan rumbled in his throat and one hand came up to trace the tip of his fingers against my lips.

"You know I'm never letting you go again, right?" he asked raggedly, rolling his hips against mine again. I closed my eyes at the sensations, nodding. His head weighed forward, forehead on mine and hair tickling my skin, sending my nerves alight.

I felt his hips pull back until only the tip of him was in me and then he pushed back in slowly, circling his pelvis against mine. I shuddered, gasping at how good it felt, his head tilting so his lips could skate across my eyelids.

"I love you, Madalyn. Always."

My mind was going foggy again with pleasure as he kept up that slow, sensuous movement in me but I forced my eyes to open and stare back at him. It felt like things had taken an odd turn from how we'd started, but it felt too deliciously good to question it. A lot of people underestimated the power of slow and deliberate, but with Dick I'd learned it could be way more satisfying.

"I know," I replied quietly, my tone pitching up slightly at the end as he rolled against me again. "I love you too, Richard Grayson. No one else. Ever."

His hips picked up pace just a little, making us both groan as he pressed against my nerve bundle again, harder. I slid one hand to place my thumb at the divot at the base of his throat, feeling his adam's apple bob as he swallowed. His brows were cut down deep in a mixture of pleasure and concentration, never relenting in giving me all he had.

Still, I could tell he was fighting to hold this pace without losing himself. He wasn't going to want to until he got me to come again.

"No one else," I repeated, pointedly angling myself so my core pressed into him harder, sliding him further enough to just tap that perfect spot inside me. My grip in his hair tightened as I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, tilting my head back on the bed a little as I whimpered.

When I opened my eyes again, his were roaming my face, taking in every reaction as he moved to reach it again. His mouth came down to suck on my neck, a mixture of soft grazes of teeth and sultry massages of his tongue. Every movement set my skin on fire, my body arching up further in an attempt to meld with his.

Pressing into him again, I drew out another moan from his chest, my lips tilting into a satisfied smile against his collarbone. His body pinned me down more, as if he was trying to keep me from moving any more than his senses could handle, and I knew he was on the edge. My own orgasm was building up again; the longer I focused on the roll of his hips against mine, the stronger the satisfaction struck. I just needed a little more...

"Hey, Grayson," I panted lightly as he mumbled an inquiring sound against my neck. "Do you-- do you think...we could do that...thing again?"

I felt his lips draw away from my skin, his body pausing in their movements to look at me. I whined at the lack of friction, trying to wiggle beneath him to force it but he used his muscle weight too well. He stared at me for a moment, an uncertain curiosity on his face. I tilted my head to expose my neck further as I swallowed pointedly, his eyes tracking the movement.

I saw the moment he understood what I meant, that starving look of desire taking over as he leaned in to whisper against my lips, "Fuck yeah."

My giggle morphed into a moan when his hands grabbed my thighs and he angled up with his thrust, going deeper than before. Instead of just tapping that glorious spot, he was massaging it; alternating between short, hard thrusts in and slow, deliberate pulls out.

He'd just started the pattern and already I was feeling wrecked.

"Fuck," I let out on another moan, not only clenching on him but tightening my grasp on his hair. His chest rumbled with another groan, his hips stuttering in their movement before releasing one of my thighs to catch my hands in his. Dick held my wrists in one of his, pulling up abruptly and forcing me to jerk at an angle, taking him deeper as I nearly sat up against him. "Grayson."

I was on the very edge now; I could feel it in the core of my being. The pleasure was building in my entire body, buzzing nerves from the tips of my toes making their way up to the base of my throat.

Dick held my hands between us, pressing my palms to the hot skin of his abs just above where he was keeping us joined and I couldn't help but scratch lightly at the taut expanse of skin. He shivered at the feel, bucking up into me a little more erratically than he'd intended and I gasped out at the intense shock of pleasure it sent through me.

He smirked, looking at my still parted lips. "There?"

That anticipatory tension of one of my sonic screams was so close to boiling over that I didn't trust myself to speak. Instead, I nodded in an embarrassingly frantic way, digging my nails into his skin a little harder. Dick's breathing hitched as he went harder, eyes focused between us and his movements in and out.

My fingers skated down as much as his hold would let me, the tips coasting over the base of him, making him thrust unsteadily again with a groan, shocks coursing through me in response. I pressed them harder to feel him move, slicker with each time he entered me, and pushed my body against him just enough to catch his lips in mine. Before he could have the time to take control of the kiss too, I ran my tongue along the curve of his bottom lip, sucked it between my teeth and bit down the way I knew drove him crazy.

Dick groaned, his hips pounding faster into me, hand on my wrists tightening as he pulled me closer, fingers digging into my thigh as he tried to keep a strong hold. Every time he thrust into me, my body moved up slightly, working to push back down on him and circling my hips slightly. And then...

Explosive.

Dick drove up hard, pinning my fingers between us, pushing them against my nerve bundle. One long, deliberately slow pull out before rolling forcibly back into me and I was gone.

Wrecked didn't even begin to cover it.

I clenched down on Dick hard, desperate moans falling from him lips as he tried to keep up the momentum of his hips against me. I felt the moan building up from my diaphragm, pushing its way towards the surface, almost feeling like I was vibrating from the inside out. My body coiled tight, my head tilting as far back as I could manage as I fought to keep my mouth closed to muffle the moan.

My body felt like shattering glass as the orgasm broke through me, Dick burying his face in my neck as he moaned too, pulsing inside of me. The world around us shook slightly, heightening the pleasure in both of us as we clung to each other, breathing hard.

Dick didn't stop rolling into me, even after he was spent inside of me, too determined to draw out the feeling and sound as much as possible.

Even coming down, it felt like he was ramping me back up.

The room stilled as the moan faded into sensitive whimpers, the space between my legs throbbing and sore in the best way. Dick's thrusts finally came to a stop, both of us letting out breaths as he slowly pulled all the way out of me, warmth spilling out after him.

His hands released my wrists and thigh, propping himself up on his arms above me to dust my skin with butterfly kisses from my scars up to my lips. "Shit, Madds," he let out on a shaky but content breath. "I don't think I'll ever be over that. I seriously hate that we didn't discover it sooner."

I laughed, stroking the hair from his face. "Knowing you, you'll spend the rest of our lives making up for that."

"Absolutely," he smirked proudly. His breathing was slowing to normal, matching mine and brushing his chest against mine with each inhale. "By the way, great distraction tactic. Though I'd make a few minor adjustments."

"Oh?" I said, raising one brow. "Like maybe not letting my power bottom of a boyfriend seduce me into relinquishing control?"

"No, that was perfect," he replied with a shake of his head, a glint in his eyes. "These aren't exactly easy to describe adjustments though. It'd be better if I showed you." His hand trailed down my side, heat flaring along my skin where he touched. He didn't stop until he'd reached my hip again, fingers curling at my waist and making me squirm.

"Grayson," I moaned, grabbing his forearm and feeling it flex in my hold. "You're insatiable you know that?"

He didn't respond; just chuckled before nipping at my collarbone and grabbing at my other hip. With one swift move he rolled us so that he was on his back again, me straddling and feeling him hardening against me already. Heat ignited in my gut at the feeling, hands resting on either side of his face.

I still felt tiny pulses of aftershocks in my core, keeping me sensitive after two orgasms, but hell if this man didn't make me want to go another round.

One hand slid down his body slowly, stopping at the briefs he was still wearing halfway down his thighs and then I yanked them, signaling for him to shift and remove them entirely. Once they were gone, I settled on his lap again, stroking the skin just above where I could feel he wanted me.

"Madds," he panted lightly, a plea.

"Fuck you and your stamina, Grayson."

His lips had the nerve to tilt up, smugness reigning across his features as his fingers dug into my skin. "That's the idea."

I pulled him in to silence him with a kiss. If he was going to insist on using his mouth and tongue all night, it wasn't going to be for anymore talking.

A/N: Aaaaaaand so this happened 😂 I'm still not sure how I feel about it but since you guys liked the last one I figured I'd let you decide. Plus, Madalyn and Dick really needed to get out of their own heads for a bit.

Plus plus, why waste the perfect opportunity to show off Dick as the power bottom/ control freak he is, ya know? 😉

As usual, feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments and try to go a little easy on me here, I'm still kinda new to writing smut 😅

P.S. Be prepared for pending angst and mental torture ahead.