Strictly Business (for prettyredbird)

[theknightshift]

[ 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. ]

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[theknightshift]

[ Tim is small compared to him and Tim isn't the only one who likes it. It wouldn't be anything to take his wrists in one hand. Tim's just the right size for it. Pin him down so he couldn't escape. Make him pay for that display in Sionis's warehouse just hours ago. It wouldn't be anything at all. The thought is dark and it curls up tight inside of Bruce, wraps around him like a vise. He wouldn't be able to shake it, no matter how hard he tried.

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. ]

[prettyredbird]

[ It's too hard to resist the urge to roll his eyes. Of course Tim wants Bruce, and his desire only burns hotter when he gets a good look at him like this. He might as well be carved out of marble, big, and muscular, and perfect. He has to bite the inside of his cheek so he doesn't groan too dramatically, hard enough that he nearly draws blood. ]

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. ]

[theknightshift]

[ He loves the flutter of those pretty lashes – a contrast to the vulgar way Tim admits to his desires. It burns him, flairs up his desire like a fire roaring to life in a fireplace. He likes the way Tim says his name. Bruce didn't doubt just who Tim wanted to be with now. What they'd done earlier, it wasn't all a performance for their audience. There'd been some honesty in it. That same kind of honesty Bruce intends to draw out of him again.

He leans in to kiss that vulgar mouth with tongue and teeth like he's marking territory. Branding it. Making Tim his in more than one way. ]

You'll never want anyone else when I'm done with you.

[ It comes from that same dark place, buried deep. Something he wasn't sure Tim would be interested in seeing, but it's laid bare now. Bruce couldn't take it back. He presses his thick finger against Tim's hole to work it open. And when he's satisfied, he adds another. A kindness as he's not particularly in the mood to lube him up. But he might, if Tim asks nicely. ]

[prettyredbird]

[ It's intense, having all of Bruce's attention focused solely on him. The way he looks at Tim, the way he devours his mouth, the possessive words--it's just on the right side of too much. His cock aches from how bad he wants Bruce, and there's not enough blood in his brain to be concerned over easily he gives into those carnal thoughts. Just a pretty bird asking to be caged. ]

Promises, promises.

[ An attempt at a taunt that's immediately weakened by the break of his voice when Bruce stretches him without lube. His blunt nails dig into his mentor's skin hard enough to leave imprints behind. Tim honestly doesn't mind the pain, debates saying anything at all. Injuring himself won't get him anywhere good, though. Could end up with him benched from patrol, and that's just not acceptable. ]

Need some lube, B... I've never had anything that big in me before.

[ There, see? He's going to appeal to the guy's ego to try to win him over. Tim was the smart Robin, after all. ]

[theknightshift]

[ There's just enough left in Bruce's to note it. His eager pretty bird ready to throw all of those carefully set boundaries to the wind just to have Bruce's attention on him like this. He's got enough good sense left to tuck all that information away--every little tell, and movement. Tim's just lucky Bruce wants this as badly as he does. He can stop being Batman long enough to enjoy it too.

He can feel the blunt sting of Tim's nails digging in and he doesn't mind it. Part of him wants to keep pushing him, see how far he can go before he starts to bend, but decides it's better to wait. At least until Tim's under his thumb a little bit more. He leans in for another kiss, gentler than the last one and he lingers so he can stay close to Tim. He's reluctant to step away, even for a moment. But eventually he does, after another kiss to Tim's collarbone, smirking at the way Tim tries to flatter him. Did it work? A little. ]

Don't move.

[ It's only a few strides to his bedside table and a few more back, and when he returns, he reaches for Tim to hike his legs up over his hips. Made access a little bit easier. ]

[prettyredbird]

Not going anywhere.

[ Tim poses while he waits, makes himself more enticing for a man he's worshiped for most of his life. He knows just how to do it, too, arching and letting his head fall back so more of his neck is exposed. Bruce is no primal beast, but Tim feels more than confident that he'll like a display of vulnerability.

But he isn't left alone long, really, Bruce seems eager to get back to him. It warms a fragile little piece of himself buried under layers of loss and it shows, with the tiny genuine smile he can't help but give as he leans up to steal another kiss. His tone legs wrap tight around the man's broad frame like he's capable of trapping him there despite all of Bruce's strength.

No one in their right mind would ever use the word clingy for Tim, but he feels it in that moment. He can't stop touching Bruce, fingertips gliding along his skin like he's worried this is his only chance to touch him so intimately, like he needs to memorize it. More importantly, Tim really isn't ashamed of just how needy he feels upon Bruce's return. If anything that brief separation deepened a hole that only Bruce can fill for him. And while the very idea would be ludicrous if he was capable of thinking it all through, at the moment, he's just not. ]

Now, are you going to fuck me, or what?

[theknightshift]

[ Tim has always been gorgeous. In costume and outside of it. It had never mattered. Bruce often had a hard time taking his eyes off him. And now he's laid out for him, on display and Bruce cannot help but admire him. But he also cannot wait to get his mouth on him. Because he fully intends to kiss every inch of skin his mouth can reach.

He starts at Tim's mouth, where that tiny genuine smile is and works his way down the line of his jaw and the slope of his shoulder, mapping the skin with his mouth and tongue. Eager to memorize that taste, like he'd never get a chance to do this again. Bruce is kissing across his collar bone when Tim asks him again and even if he cannot see him, Bruce is sure Tim could feel the smile spreading across Bruce's lips. He sits himself upright, slicks up his hand and uses it to trace that tight ring of muscle. ]

If you're that eager for me, I suppose I should oblige you.

[prettyredbird]

[ Being worshiped by Bruce's mouth is so good that it sends little bolts of lightning down his spine and straight to the tip of his cock. Tim spends plenty of time wishing he wouldn't be so desperate for his approval, but having it makes heat curl in his belly so pleasantly that all he was is more. His eyelashes flutter with each brush of those surprisingly soft lips against his skin, and Tim can't imagine refusing Bruce if he ended up asking to do this again at some point. Which... that's really dangerous, but it doesn't manage to alarm him when most of his blood has rushed southwards by this point.

The man's arrogance is as obnoxious as it is infuriatingly attractive. But Tim is goal-oriented, as always, and saying anything that risks him not getting his back blown out is not at option. He still rolls his eyes, but that smile doesn't leave his lips. Not when he feels those slick fingertips press right up against him. Tim's so close to getting what he wants he can almost taste it. ]

It would be awful rude not to, don't you think?

[theknightshift]

Hm. You're right. I shouldn't be so rude.

[ Rude and would leave Bruce feeling utterly unsatisfied. And Bruce is feeling incredibly selfish at the moment. It feels a little premature to think of this now, but Bruce can't help himself. There's some distantly aware part of himself that is mapping out moments they can do this again -- quiet moments of down time he can catch Tim alone in. He never liked being without a plan, and he'd rather minimize the chance they'd be interrupted.

Bruce's lips find their way under the curve of Tim's chin, giving him something to focus on as that first finger sinks into him. He gives Tim a moment to adjust and when he's satisfied, the second follows. ]