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“Whatchu writing?" Asks Hayden, curiously glancing my way.
Sunlight streamed in sequence, marring his features with golden, although the blinds were flapping with cool breeze and Hayden biting into a cookie didn't make any less... Can't find the descriptor.
"Oh this? This is nothing," I finish typing followed with an awkward chuckle. "If you wanna watch TV, remote is yours." I try to relax but his pools of blue suck me in as he balances one leg over other, casually flipping his gaze between the cookie pack and me. Then he hums.
It's seven. I haven't typed a single word I like. The blinking cursor is laughing. Woes of a writer.
Hayden on the other hand has possibly shifted into another dimension. He's sitting at the end of the L shaped couch, doing a conference online and tapping rat-tat-tat on his annoying device—
I watch him. He gets up to get protein shake or whatever, or that's what I think before I'm on my feet again and following. His room is the epitome of greys, minimalism. He's checking his wardrobe—
That's when it dawns. "What is that, Hayden?"
But he's already closing it. "Absolutely nothing," he says. He sense my wonderstruck state and sighs. "I went to comic con once... Costume is what—"
I marvel. To say the least, the costume is gorgeous — black-coal mask, a wig, completed with a robes darker than a 21+ erotica. I gasp, he follows. "Like what you see?"
"That's Nightwing! DC universe! My sight! My sight!"
With the costume in hands, we made it back to the living room. I lick my lips. A flash bulb flickers. "Hayden?"
"Yes, lover?"
"Can you get into this?"
Hayden blows hotly. "I'm not proud of it. Plus I've grown—"
"I had wet dreams about Nightwing. . ."
He blinks. Probably thinks I'm kidding. But why risk it? "In a minute." He complies!
10 minutes later, I get to see Nightwing making his way towards me. His masculine lean frame, straightforward hard look, the way I can see his lips curve as soon as he's sat and I remove my olive pants, followed with my strawberry-printed top. "Hello Nightwing. You're stunning."
"As are you, Kor."
So that's what took him long. He was googling stuff. To impress me. Gosh, Hayden— I mean, Nightwing, panty creamer—
I waste no time in straddling him, climbing on him, leaving kisses on his mouth that vaguely smells of chocolate. Hayden groans, I get handsy and handsier, I forgot to lock the second door — that's hot. "Nightwing kissing my neck, mmm, grabbing my ass like I'm his, Nightwing grunting when I brush on his hard on. . ."
"You're testing me, aren't you?"
I tug his long hair from behind, appreciatively. Ha! I knew he had glued this. He has that in common with Nightwing.
I let Hayden dip me and suck the mound, my hardened nipples. "Remove my panties, Nightwing, pretty please?"
Instead he rubs the area, giving me exhilarating sensation of a huge object trying to enter—
I'm breathless and giggling.
Nightwing looks good in tights, like any other superhero, only hotter. "Don't take off your clothes. . ."
"Why not,"
"I love that Hayden is not here and my favorite character is fuvking my ass."
Hayden places a rushed kiss under my ears.
"Fucking Jesus..."
"Getting harder?"
"I can't spill on this.."
"Yeah you can," my panties ride up and inside, which Nightwing takes as a cue to dab fingers in. "What'd the team members think, Star?"
Immediately, he's turned me on more. That's so Robin!
I pump his cock once I free him, it springs off — I swipe the pre cum and lick my fingers, only for Hayden to do the same. He always does this, eats from my hands, fucking adoration, but its an hotter action to watch Nightwing suck your middle finger—
I do spill in fact. "What the fuck?" We jump. The voice belongs to Sieg and Nightwing covers my body by merging us, too careful. "That's my costume, Hayden!"
"Well."
"That's why you weren't putting it on, hmmmm"
Sieg has officially walked in on us. "Ew, now I've gotta burn my beloved..."
"Wanna fuck me next?"
He seems shocked, but not uninterested.
"No, Star is mine."
I feel his arm engulf me in an embrace, sweaty and dirty. "Possessive and pathetic. So Robin!!!"
"Too bad your boyfriend doesn't know those two are same—"
"—shut the door on your way back, Sieg, don't let it hit your face."
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