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theknightshift) wrote2025-03-30 10:41 pm
theknightshift) wrote2025-03-30 10:41 pm
Strictly Business (for prettyredbird)
[ When the drugs wear off, Bruce would be able to pinpoint exactly where his plans had gone awry. He's meticulous and precise and careful when it came to planning such large scale operations. There would never be room for error or miscalculation. He couldn't afford it if he was going to end Black Mask's trafficking ring.
Problem was, there had been a miscalculation. A grave one. A variable Bruce had been unable to account for and did not have the time to adapt to. That's how Bruce Wayne, who once might have been considered a respectable client here, was next up on the auction block, hands bound up tight behind him. The drugs were powerful, but Bruce was somehow still lucid enough to realize something wasn't right and if he wasn't bound good and tight, he'd have put up a decent enough fight. Roman Sionis couldn't have that. He's strong, all muscle and tall. He's handsome too. That makes him an easy product to push. Makes the prices jump considerably. They'd make a fortune.
It's hard to think through this fog. Hard to pin down where he is in relation to everyone else. Hard to know how exactly he was going to get out of this when his arms and his legs felt like they belonged to someone else.
Around him, he can hear shouting. Numbers. Bids rising higher and higher. Money he would have gladly parted with himself if he could bring himself to say something. His tongue felt heavy, unwieldy in his mouth. So he doesn't say anything at all. He just looks out at the crowd vying for him. Through the fog, Bruce reaches for clarity, clings to it wherever he can find it. Behind him, he tests the restraints. He's not strong enough to try that yet. But soon.
He only needed a few more minutes. Just a few more and this would all be over. ]
Problem was, there had been a miscalculation. A grave one. A variable Bruce had been unable to account for and did not have the time to adapt to. That's how Bruce Wayne, who once might have been considered a respectable client here, was next up on the auction block, hands bound up tight behind him. The drugs were powerful, but Bruce was somehow still lucid enough to realize something wasn't right and if he wasn't bound good and tight, he'd have put up a decent enough fight. Roman Sionis couldn't have that. He's strong, all muscle and tall. He's handsome too. That makes him an easy product to push. Makes the prices jump considerably. They'd make a fortune.
It's hard to think through this fog. Hard to pin down where he is in relation to everyone else. Hard to know how exactly he was going to get out of this when his arms and his legs felt like they belonged to someone else.
Around him, he can hear shouting. Numbers. Bids rising higher and higher. Money he would have gladly parted with himself if he could bring himself to say something. His tongue felt heavy, unwieldy in his mouth. So he doesn't say anything at all. He just looks out at the crowd vying for him. Through the fog, Bruce reaches for clarity, clings to it wherever he can find it. Behind him, he tests the restraints. He's not strong enough to try that yet. But soon.
He only needed a few more minutes. Just a few more and this would all be over. ]
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That finger rubs at him and the desire in him absolutely combusts like a fire burning hot enough to completely envelop everything around him. Tim's usual quiet nature in the bedroom isn't because he's bored or that he dislikes his pleasure being obvious, it's just how he's always been. Yet somehow Bruce erases that in him, makes it so easy for him to groan against his mentor's lips.
Tim's pretty sure he wants him more than he's ever wanted anything.]
Are you going to fuck me?
[ It isn't asked innocently at all, judging by his tone and the smirk on his lips. He presses closer to encourage Bruce to take anything he wants from him because he's very into the idea. ]
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Part of him thinks Tim doesn't need to know all of the dark things Bruce has thought about him. That this is still new and despite his enthusiasm, knowing what Bruce has fantasized about doing to him could be off putting. Maybe when they're more established, when the footing is sure and Bruce has got Tim reeled in tight enough he can't move, he'll show him just what he's been doing to him for all of these years.
Bruce smirks as Tim groans, quietly pleased he's broken down another little barrier between them. He didn't need to hear it to know Tim's satisfied. But that satisfaction is incomparable. ]
Do you want me to?
[ Tim pressing closer answers the question, though hearing it would send another little thrill down his spine. He's so hard it aches and he would have been tempted to do it regardless of Tim's response. Bruce sheds his robe, letting it pool on the chair behind him. So Tim could get a good look at the man underneath the armor. ]
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Yes. I want you to fuck me, Bruce.
[ As he says it, he's looking at his mentor under those long dark eyelashes. Feigning like he wasn't purposefully using vulgar language he would have gotten in trouble for when he was younger. And he uses the man's name on purpose, too. So Bruce knows that Tim's not imagining anyone else. He suspects he'll like that.
Really, Tim's not such a prideful bastard that he's above admitting what he wants, but it'll take significantly more if the man actually wants him to beg for it. That level of vulnerability is something he's never been good at. Even with the person he's admired the majority of his life.
His hands explore the planes of skin exposed to his view, equally reverent and impressed. Tim thinks about getting his mouth on Bruce's abdomen. Licking and sucking little bites there that leaves behind marks. Could he get away with it? Bruce seems interested enough in him that he could get away with it, and he makes a mental list of things he wants to try. ]