I was joking about Slade having a sweetheart grip on one of his guns with a pic of Dick in it and his excuse is like no no I have that there bc this is the gun I'm gonna kill you with Grayson
and then I said Dick would roll his eyes and joke like 'As if you'd ever kill me with anything but your bare hands.'
and then I envisioned them dirty talking to each other about killing dick the way other people would dirty talk about fucking each other.
Like Slade, reaching out to pull dick in close. 'Yeah? That how you want me to do it sweetheart? With my hands?'
Dick giving an involuntary gasp at being suddenly pressed up against Slade, and he nods against Slade's chest as Slade reaches down to grope his ass, sighing out a breathy little 'uh huh.'
'I'll take it real slow baby, watch the light fade from your eyes while you look up at me all pretty and desperate.' The hand not groping Dick's ass comes up to circle around his throat and Dick moans, grinding his hips against Slade's thigh currently forcing dick's legs apart.
'You'd--you'd have to pin me down. I'll start thrashing otherwise.'
'You would, but you'd hold still like a good boy for as long as you possibly could, wouldn't you? Let me take what's mine?' This punctuated with a squeeze of Dick's neck, slowly tightening.
Dick's not actually trapped. He could move back at any time. Slade would let him, even. He instead nods as much as Slade's hand will allow and presses in the tiniest fraction closer with a whine.
'I'll make it so good for you baby, I promise.' Slade reaching around to unbutton Dick's jeans and getting his hand around Dick's cock, which is already rock hard and leaking.
(In fairness so is Slade's)
'And you'll make it so good for me too, won't you. Such a good boy, giving it up for daddy.'
