Dick was used to working in front of an audience. As a member of the Flying Graysons, there was little point in acrobatics except as practice for the crowd or performing in front of them himself.
Then, as Robin, his brightly colored outfit and witty patter was at least partially meant for onlookers. Reassuring children as an intimidating presence like Batman couldn't and making gangsters look foolish for being trounced by such a clownish figure.
Even as Nightwing, and his regrettably fashionable first costume, he'd meant so much of his actions for his fellow Titans: leading by example, showing them there was no reason to be afraid.
He couldn't say
this
was something his parents or Bruce had ever expected from him, but that was part of why he loved Kory--she always brought something new out of him, getting him to enjoy things he never would've tried without her. Saying 'no' now would be a betrayal of all the progress they'd made together, a retreat from all the inroads they'd made into trust and togetherness.
So, crazy as it sounded, he came to like the idea of sharing far more of his love for Kory than he'd ever displayed before. If nothing else, it would please Kory. And nothing that did that could be all bad.
He went to her, wrapping his arms tightly around her abundantly curvaceous body. Thanks to her statuesque height, his face was even with hers, and like two parts interlocking by design, his lips pressed to hers.
"I'm going to show them all that you belong to me," he whispered into Kory's ear; she both trembled and trilled with excitement, with her discovery that he was getting into the spirit that she'd known he would come to enjoy.
Her hands moved down his chiseled back until they were clutching his perfectly sculpted ass. She pulled him tight against her, grinding her crotch into the strong muscle and stronger lust at his groin.
"Anyone could see that," she whispered in his ear. "You know what they want, don't you lover?"
"Uh-huh. Same thing I want," he grunted, sliding his own hands down to her barely covered buttocks--her shorts not wholly covering her fat ass, but leaving the lowermost curves of her asscheeks bare. A temptation that Dick now indulged as if it'd been weighting on him for an eternity.
Kory giggled. She wondered if Dick made her wait just so she'd anticipate the sex all the more keenly, or if he actually thought she might resent the casual gropings brought about by sparks of his lust. Surely, after all this time, he knew that she'd love nothing more than to be touched by him whenever he felt the urge--so long as that urge was felt frequently and ardently.
"MMMMM!" Kory moaned as he squeezed her, his hands cradling her buttocks, thumbs probing underneath her tight shorts. "I could let you do that for hours... but if we don't get on with the show, it will never be started!"
"Off to a fine start as far as I'm concerned," Dick growled, his prick swelling. But he loosened his grip on her ass, not distracting her easily impassioned mind any more than he already had. "It's for a good cause," he said under his breath. "It's for a good cause, it's for a good cause."
Kory smiled, slipping a hand between their bodies to rub at his burgeoning erection. All those people pledging so generously for the right to vote on their actions would fund a children's hospital, but if Dick and Kory ignored them to simply fuck...
She pulled away from Dick and slipped down to her knees. Under other circumstances, she might consider it romantic that they could not control their passion for any amount of money--but how to explain to an orphan in need of medical care that a man's large cock could steal away all self-restraint from a woman?
That was something an orphan would just have to grow up and find out for themselves.
She worked feverishly at his fly until she had it unzipped, open, and could slip her hand into the crotch of his pants and pull his erection out. Her doe-like eyes went even wider when his manhood was out at the open. Even after so many times experiencing it, Kory was always surprised and pleased. Both by how well-endowed Dick was and by how stiff that endowment was for her. The same way she was always pleasingly surprised by his masculinity, he was always eager for what she had to offer.
"
Oooo,
so lovely!" she cooed, taking full advantage of Dick's length to feel it with both hands. "And so hard! So hard and--"
Dick interrupted her with a hard slap across her face. He didn't use his hand.
The weighty mass of hot, hard flesh at his groin struck Kory on the cheek and she gasped, her eyes darkening with arousal. Still, she beamed, wide-eyed and grinning, at the potent thickness that had just landed across her face. She didn't take it as a mark of disrespect, but as a sign that Dick wouldn't be treating her with kid gloves--no matter how brutal he had to be, he would give her the fuck she wanted and needed from him.
Why date a man with such a profound endowment unless she wanted every inch of it?
