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There was only so much that Dick could handle before absolutely imploding into a puddle of goo when Kory had her heats. She was insatiable, and while Dick was extremely healthy - and virile - his stamina could never match Kory’s when she was acting like she was now. And giving into Kory’s needs wasn’t that appropriate at the moment to say the least.
Currently, they were at Bruce’s and Clark’s wedding, celebrating - finally - the day years in the making. The actual ceremony was now over and the wedding party had moved to the reception. From his current standpoint by the bar, Dick could see his adoptive fathers at the center of the main table quietly conversing with one another. Their shoulders were turned towards each other, their heads tilted in, hiding most of their facial features, but even with all of the visual obstacles, Dick knew that Bruce had been softly smiling and crying since Clark had met him at the altar. Clark was smiling so bright, it probably could have lit the entire room by itself. Their hands were clasped under the table, and Dick could see a slight movement as Clark’s tanned thumb swept over the back of Bruce’s hand in repetitive motions.
It was truly a heartwarming scene, and Dick was glad that his relationship with his adoptive father had gotten past the awful start and rough patches to be able to finally see him happy. However, Kory was causing mischief besides him by slowly and randomly grazing his arm with her tail. Her otherworldly green eyes however, were fixated on Jason, Tim, and Conner arguing with each other at the end of the head table, probably over some inane topic, such as the best coffee, a routine for the three of them.
“Kory,” Dick murmured, trying to maintain a mask of normalcy.
“Dearest?” Kori responded absentmindedly.
“Your tail,” he offered.
“Hmm, what about it?” she asked as she finally moved from his side to be in front of him.
Dick raised an eyebrow as he looked at her, a smirk starting to form on the corners of his mouth. Kory’s tail had now loosely wrapped itself around Dick’s right wrist, a territorial claim against any interloper trying to make moves on Dick. His gaze moved back to meet Kory’s, taking in Kory’s dress for the event. It was a dark blue chiffon maxi dress, with an off-the-shoulder neckline, drawing Dick’s attention to Kory’s collarbones and shoulders. Collarbones and shoulders that looked extremely …bitable at the moment. Her hair was styled into dark red goddess braids that had been pulled up into a high ponytail, giving Dick even more access to Kory’s décolletage. The dress had a slit in the back, just for Kory’s tail, which allowed her to keep twisting and winding her very luxurious tail around his arm and wrist.
Fuck. Kory’s heat was getting to him now too. If Dick was responding like he was in, well, heat, then he knew that Kory was pulling some alien biological bullshit with that tail of hers. A smirk of Kory’s own had grown on her face. Fuck. She knew what she was doing to him.
“Dearest, let’s get out of here. The wedding can handle itself without us,” she purred. A red blush appeared on her cheeks in excitement and arousal with her next words. “We have our own family planning to deal with right now.”
Dick took a quick glance around the ballroom that showed that no one had any interest in what he and Kory were about to do. The only detail of notice was that Clark and Bruce had vacated their seats at the head table and disappeared just moments before. Damn, Dick really was like his father, wasn’t he?