[ It's as much about admiring Tim as it is admiring his own handiwork. Tim is lean and smooth, his muscles taut and perfect. Bruce could watch him all day. Could watch him fight and watch him work through his case files and watch him train and never grow tired of the sight of him. He could have him seated on his lap, watching him toss that shirt off into some forgotten part of the room and never grow tired of the sight of him.
It's that eagerness to please that draws him in. Even through those little acts of rebellion, Tim wants Bruce's approval and it makes having what he wants so much easier. Maybe it isn't right or fair or good for either of them. But, Bruce never claimed to be a good person. Deep down? He knows that he isn't.
He smirks at Tim, palming over his erection with a few teasing strokes over Tim's pants. If he had ever discovered Tim's fantasy, he wouldn't have been so reticent about his own. That quiet moment in the shower certainly wasn't the first time Bruce had jerked himself to thoughts of Tim.
Bruce leans into that kiss, lips parting to press it deeper against Tim's mouth. He knows how Bruce likes to be kissed, even with this little fight for dominance. Breaking it only long enough to answer him: ]
We'll just have to make up for lost time.
[ His fingers hook into the waistband of Tim's trousers next, tugging at them. He's at least still patient enough not to just tear them open. ]
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It's that eagerness to please that draws him in. Even through those little acts of rebellion, Tim wants Bruce's approval and it makes having what he wants so much easier. Maybe it isn't right or fair or good for either of them. But, Bruce never claimed to be a good person. Deep down? He knows that he isn't.
He smirks at Tim, palming over his erection with a few teasing strokes over Tim's pants. If he had ever discovered Tim's fantasy, he wouldn't have been so reticent about his own. That quiet moment in the shower certainly wasn't the first time Bruce had jerked himself to thoughts of Tim.
Bruce leans into that kiss, lips parting to press it deeper against Tim's mouth. He knows how Bruce likes to be kissed, even with this little fight for dominance. Breaking it only long enough to answer him: ]
We'll just have to make up for lost time.
[ His fingers hook into the waistband of Tim's trousers next, tugging at them. He's at least still patient enough not to just tear them open. ]
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