* 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 ! 〜

« are you sure that's the case? »

« I hope so... I mean... when we hang out, the day gets awfully short. »

« just a long day... i need some rest. »

he's a little tired.

« mister know-it-all. » he pinched Wally.

« just fucking try to die. i promise you, I'll bring you back, kill you, and bring you back again. »

« yeah. nobody else can be such a perfect match for you. »

« sap. » Dick smiled, holding Wally's hand and intertwining their fingers.

Dick's fingers were tickling Wally's palm softly. « I might've stolen your line, but I won't stop till I steal your heart. »

« you're overreacting, Wally. relax, and have fun. »

« of course you do... » Dick crossed arms on his chest and tilted his head, placing it on Wally's shoulder.

« did you pick where we will go and what you will have? »

« I'll get you something to eat once we're done here. »

« you aren't. but uhm... let's say you live up to your name. with how *flashy* you are, you can draw a lot of... attention. »

« what do you want me to do? it's a patrol, you *have* to be quiet. »

« you're pretty energetic for somebody who has to be patrolling. » he said and smiled warmly.

blink blink. what was that? he's processing.

« ah... yeah? yeah, sure. »

« yeah, Dick, wanna join? I've got 2 bowls, one for you too... aw, thank you Wally. yada-yada-yada. not in this universe. »

« ever heard of sharing? »

« let's say you've earned your right. » he crossed arms, looking away.

...

He's thinking, considering...

« as much as I want to say no.. I'll say yes. consider it your privilege. »

« whatever you enjoy. anything else you want to grab? »

« you know where it hangs, so... go and grab it. you might need to wash it, though. it must smell like my cologne.

« you can?!... i mean... » quick, try to think of a way to not seem weird. —

«...fuck you, you can't keep secrets. » he's red. (secretly he's a fan-boy)

💙:// no, elaborate please-

Dick simply nodded and... he was greedy, hungry, and really passionate about using Wally's skin as a canvas to express all of his feelings. kisses, bites, and hickeys were coating every inch of Wally's neck, shoulders, chest, arms, and collarbones. kind of like a summer rain.

« you do realize that if you give me that, I just... won't stop anytime soon? »

aside from leaving quite the bright bitemarks, Dick began to leave hickeys, just as bright.

« I am... enjoying the sweetest thing I've got to taste? 〜 »

despite the kiss being softer and gentler, Dick still got quite playful. breaking the kiss, he buried his nose into Wally's neck, taking a whiff. that pleasant smell...

« we've had an amazing breakfast, but I crave for a dessert. » he said, and before Wally could reply, began to bite his neck.