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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. ]

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[ Tension pulls up his spine the moment Bruce leans forward, but he obediently takes mental notes on what he's told. His memory is flawless, so no concerns there. It is a little shocking to hear just how much they must have hit Bruce with. Sure, the man has trained his body to resist certain things, but it's still concerning.

It did help him, when it came to making Bruce behave.

Up until--The scene is just starting to play out in his mind again when Bruce compliments him. It's a rarity for sure, and Tim has spent years trying to please him. Color dusts his cheeks and he has to clear his throat before he speaks. Repeats the same thing he's been told hundreds of times. ]

The mission always comes first.

[ So he's not going to apologize. And if the whole thing created all new fantasies for him to think about later, that's his own business.

It is, fortunately, not that long of a drive to the cave. Tim pulls in and parks his fancy car, then immediately heads to the back so he can untie his mentor. ]

[ He doesn't expect anything less from Tim. Bruce had trained him to be as efficient and precise as he was. He would not argue with the end results, even if the execution needed fine tuning. Apologies weren't necessary, especially now that they were a step closer to dismantling Sionis' operation. It was part of the job and Bruce new the risks going in. He didn't want Tim to apologize for doing the right thing.

He's glad when the car stops and the door opens and his bindings are finally loosened. His shoulders are stiff and his elbows crack as he eases his arms back into a more natural position.

The collar and leash come off a moment later and Bruce rubs where it's chafed a little. ]

File your report and then come find me. There's something I want to ask you.

[ It sounds somewhat ominous, but a lot of what Bruce says to him does. He figures it's about following the next lead, so Tim doesn't spare any time worrying. He's loyal to a fault and takes cases every bit as seriously as the man who trained him, and it shows in the way he heads straight to the computer and gets to work. Like nothing at all had happened between them. His fingers fly without pause until he's at the point of describing Bruce disobeying and what he'd had to do as a cover.

Tim's not worried about embarrassing his mentor, but there's also no need to be extremely explicit. He types up something about punishing misbehavior by having Bruce perform a sexual act with his mouth to prevent them from being discovered and leaves it at that.

Once he's finished, the young man heads for the stairs back up from the cave and into the manor. Thinks it's likely Bruce wanted to shower off or put on some real clothes, and heads for his giant room to look for him. ]

[ Maybe on some other night, for some other case, Bruce would have been a little more meticulous and critical of what Tim was putting in his report. It's such a rare thing for plans to go awry, especially in a way that Bruce could not maneuver his way out of. He might have wanted every angle on record so what happened tonight would never happen again. But, as it was, Bruce isn't overly concerned about what Tim might write. He expects accuracy and truthfulness, even when it came to Bruce's punishment for his disobedience. No one outside of their orbit would see it and Bruce trusted Tim to describe what happened as precisely as he needed to.

Bruce leaves Tim to it, slipping out of the cave and into the manor proper where he starts the shower to scrub off the grime of the day's events. It seems inevitable that his thoughts turn back to Tim with the taste of him still lingering on his tongue and his cock still half hard. He thinks about the smooth, clean lines of his body and the pretty way his cheeks flushed. And how badly Bruce had wanted to touch him. That's the image he comes to, an arm braced against the wall of the shower, hips bucking into his hand.

When Tim finds him, he's dressed in a robe cinched around his waist and eating something simple Alfred brought him not too long ago. There's enough for two. ]

Are you hungry?

[ He gestures for Tim to join him, even if he isn't. ]

[ There's a bit of a shrug in response, but Tim obeys and has a seat at the table. He's not all that hungry, but he's content to pick a little at the food in front of him. Any time he stops by the manor, Alfred sends him home with a tower of tupperware full of food, so he's not worried about missing out. And, as a bonus, that does wonders to keep his busy-body family members from nagging him about taking care of himself.

As he munches on a little snack, his eyes stay on Bruce's face. Tim has a habit of gazing at him with reverence and curiosity in equal measure. Batman has been his hero since he was a little kid, and he's never quite grown out of his fascination with the man behind the mask. That doesn't mean he always agrees with him, or that he always does as he's told, but he's a hell of a lot more likely to than any of the other kids he's taken under his wing.

Still not the favorite, though. ]

There was something you wanted to discuss?

[ There's a half sort of smile on his lips, head tilted as he waits to hear what there is to talk about. Most nights after patrol, Tim just heads back to his own place rather than the cave or the manor. It's not like it was when he was Robin and practically glued to the man's side. But this was an odd night, which makes the rest of it rather unpredictable, and maybe a little... exciting? ]

[ Bruce is subtle, but if Tim is paying attention, he'd realize Bruce's eyes never leave him as he makes his way over. He watches the effortless way Tim moves and it stirs up those feelings he thought he'd washed away in the shower. But they burn like coals under his skin. He wonders if Tim can feel the heat of it when he's close.

He's pleased when Tim eats, as silly as that is. But he knows Tim, knows he's picked up the worst of Bruce's habits. Sometimes cases could be all consuming. Sometimes he can forgo all the things that make him human - sleeping, eating, or just caring for himself at all.

Still not the favorite, but he's glad Tim's eating something. ]

There is.

[ He eats another bite, but puts the fork down and wipes his mouth so he can do this without distraction. Or rather without anymore distraction. ]

How do you feel about tonight's mission?

[ He'd start simple and easy. ]

[ After the endless hours of training, of course Tim's aware of the eyes on him. He'd be an awful prodigy if those skills weren't extremely refined. The question is: Why is Bruce looking at him like that? He's not usually a difficult man to figure out. They know each other quite well after all of their time together. But he's watching him. Studying him.

He copies his mentor when he sets down his fork, head tilting not unlike a puppy when he first ears the question. This is far from a normal occurrence--going over missions out of costume and out of the cave.

Then comes color to his cheeks as the scene from before plays out in his head again. Bruce on his knees, staring up at him with his mouth full of Tim's cock. He's suddenly grateful they're at the little table because he can already feel his arousal stirring right back up. It's not his fault that he's a healthy young man, okay? ]

It was a successful extraction. I didn't have a lot of information going in, but I did the best I could with what I had. I may not have lived up to my usual standards of acculturating while undercover, but I was surprised by how--well, by how defiant you were when I was trying to get you out of there. I need to work on not letting myself get so distracted.

[ Tim has high standards for himself. Always will. He's also quite practical. There are always going to be things to improve on, and accepting mediocrity won't help them achieve the justice that they're after. ]

[ Bruce's expression is unreadable, but his eyes are sharp and focused - studying Tim as if he's trying dissect him down to his base components. And when he's done, Bruce is silent. It's not uncomfortable or drags on for too long. But it's clear Bruce is thinking about his words carefully. ]

You improvised under pressure. It may not have been a perfect execution, but you adapted and it got us both out.

[ That Tim had managed such a seamless transition in the wake of Bruce's...uncooperative display was an impressive feat. Bruce sits back in his chair, considers Tim for a moment longer before he speaks again, voice a little softer this time. Softer for Bruce. ]

Am I always distracting in the field, Tim?

[ It probably says something about Tim that his first instinct is to lie. He's lied to Batman before, made up an entire uncle so he could avoid being adopted and risk having someone else to lose. And there's a bit of pride in the fact that he's the only Robin that had to fight for his position, that he's gone through more training than any of them. Why would he admit to allowing a distraction?

But also, how could someone like Bruce not be a distraction? Some of Tim's boyish fascination might have worn off through the years, but the rest of it's still there. The rest of it sees Bruce as a god. ]

... At times, yes.

[ His own voice is a little more hesitant, and he brings a hand to rub at the back of his own neck. Tim feels a little more vulnerable than he prefers to be. Leave it to Bruce to push him into a space where he feels unprepared. ]

But I've always done my best not to let it affect my performance.

[ It's good that Tim doesn't lie. Because this was a question Bruce already knew the answer to. It isn't much of a stretch to suspect Tim found him distracting, though it isn't something he did on purpose. It was really more a matter of figuring out when that fascination turned into something else. Tim would put the mission before anything else - Bruce knew that.

But what about outside of it? ]

Except tonight.

[ His gaze doesn't waver. Maybe it intensifies a little. But he doesn't seem angry. ]

You were hard long before you put your cock in my mouth.

[ It's not an accusation. Or even a complaint really. He hadn't minded sucking Tim off, even with an audience there to see them. It's just a statement of fact and he leaves it there for Tim to confirm or deny. ]

[ It feels like an accusation. Like he's sitting in a chair under a spotlight being grilled by Batman. Tim knows he's not in danger, but he's disconcerted and his brain scrambles to try to figure out how to respond to a situation like this.

He gazes down at the table, dark hair like a curtain over his crystalline blues. Tim Drake has plenty of faults, but he's never been a coward. That won't start today, either. Not because of Bruce or anyone else that he had to face down. It was how he was trained. ]

I was. [ He lifts his gaze again, steady and unwavering even in the face of Bruce's seemingly entirely neutral eyes. There's heat to his cheeks but he does his very best to will it away. ] I allowed myself to enjoy it because I knew it wouldn't do any harm to the rescue attempt.

[ See? He had still considered the mission like a good boy. But he also fully admitted that he had enjoyed what they'd done. Took pleasure from it that had nothing to do with the job. ]

[ Partly because Bruce means for it to feel that way. He doesn't mind making Tim sweat a little under his questioning if it'll give him the most honest answers. That's what he's looking for, after all.

He listens to Tim's response, pleased when he lifts his gaze up to look him in the eye. No not a coward in the slightest. He would never have been able to call himself Bruce's partner if he'd allowed cowardice to overrule him. And it's so like Tim. Of all of his boys, Tim is the only one he'd ever call his perfect, mirror image. Just like him in all the ways that matter.

Bruce seems satisfied with Tim's answer. He leans forward and rests an arm on the table. ]

Then don't you think you should return the favor?

Oh.

[ So that hadn't really been what Tim was expecting. For a moment he can only stand there stupidly and try to process. Bruce wants him to give him a blowjob?

Fresh blood rises to his cheeks and he swallows hard before his tongue darts it to lick at his bottom lip. He looks nervous, but certainly not offended or against the idea in anyway. ]

Uhm, yeah. If you are okay with it, yeah.

[ Tim stirs in his seat for a moment before forcing himself to stand. His chair scoots back awkwardly and nearly falls over. His eyes are wide, eager. Maybe if he does a good job they could do more things together? He needs to impress. ]

Here or, uh, did you want to wait until you've gotten some sleep?

[ He doesn't think there's much he could say to surprise his boy. As scrutinizing as Bruce had been just moments before, he couldn't really deny he'd been an active participant. It hadn't all been a ruse or the drugs. Or any other excuse he might have used to justify his actions. There'd been some dark part of Bruce that wanted to swallow Tim down and had enjoyed every second of it.

That same darkness that stirs up in him now at the sight of Tim's wide, eager eyes. He'd always been the right one - eager to please and always ready to do what he's asked. Bruce liked that best about him. Obedient and loyal. He shifts in his seat as Tim bolts up out of his own, bringing his legs out from under the table so Tim could see Bruce is half hard already. ]

I don't think it can wait. Come here.

[ Tim's pupils blow wide with interest at the sight of Bruce's forming erection. He's far more obedient than any of his brothers but that isn't what has him stepping closer to Bruce before sliding down to his knees. This isn't a show of what he can be talked into--his desire to do this is too selfish for that. He wants to taste the man on his tongue, wants to know what it would be like.

There's one quick glance up as he grips the robe with pale fingers and moves it out of the way. He doesn't see anything that makes him want to stop, so that same hand instead wraps around Bruce's cock and gives it a few strokes. It's hard not to admire how it feels in his hand, warm and thick. Tim nudges his head in close, gives an almost affectionate, sweet kiss to the tip, then lets his tongue dart out for a few kitten licks.

It's not his first blowjob, but it might be one of the most important ones he ever gives anyone, so he wants to take his time to do it right. Every few seconds he looks up towards Bruce's face, trying to read anything he can in the man's expression. Everyone likes things a little different, he's going to have to figure out what he's into. ]

[ Bruce wouldn't really call his attraction to Tim a secret. It wasn't something he was actively trying to hide, but it was also something he didn't choose to dwell on or talk about. It's a distraction and Bruce didn't afford himself any of those. It's always the Mission first and everything else he had to learn how to fit around it. There's not always room for anything or anyone else.

So this right here? It's a rare moment of pure, unadulterated selfishness.

Bruce watches Tim with a hungry look in his eye as he sinks to his knees in front of him. He'd always been so gorgeous to look at and if Bruce wasn't so aware and deliberate in how he moved in the world, Tim probably would have caught him staring more than once. For the most part, he had settled for furtive glances. But right then, Bruce didn't want to look anywhere else.

Tim's attention has Bruce sucking in a quiet breath and letting it out slow, fingers reaching forward to smooth through his hair. ]

That's good. Keep going.

[ It feels good to have Bruce's attention on him like this. Just as intense as being questioned but in an entirely different light. Touches at the inner most part of him that wants to perform and do a good job for the man that took him under his wing. The reassurance settles him, eases him into the right headspace. He flashes that Robin smile and truly gets to work.

Tim's lips and tongue lavish every inch of the erection in his hand, leaving no inch of skin unworshiped. It's still a bit of teasing, but far more deliberate than he'd started with. He moans as he sucks and kisses at the underside of Bruce's cock, working his way back up to the head. He tongues at the slit, lapping up the bitter flavor before finally easing it into his waiting mouth.

He didn't take all of it at once, not at first. Eased himself down inch by inch to get used to the feeling. The first bob of his head was followed by a demanding suck, and then he lowered himself again. ]

[ There's a rush of something as Tim works him with his mouth. It's heady and warm and floods through his body and Bruce thinks he might just immolate right then and there. He tilts his head back, gives himself only a few moments to just enjoy what Tim is doing. But he pulls himself back not long after. Part of it is the training; he can never really turn it off, even when he knows they're in the safest house in Gotham. The rest though? It's because Bruce wants to remember this. How Tim looks with that cute little smile and how stretched his lips are to accommodate the girth of Bruce's cock sliding past them.

It's perfect. The most perfect thing he's seen. And it takes every ounce of self control he has not to buck into Tim's mouth. He swears under his breath instead, allowing the pleasure of it to work its way through his body through a quiet breath. ]

God, Tim.

[ He says it low and slow, quiet and needy as he feels that demanding suck of Tim's mouth all the way down to his toes. He lifts a hand to tug open his robe and push the fabric out of the way. The other he rests in Tim's hair, resisting the urge to grip it tight so he could work himself up faster. He'd denied himself this for long enough. He wants to enjoy it. ]

[ Sweet, sticky heat pools in Tim's stomach when he hears his name said like that. He loves it, loves the reassurance that he's the one Bruce wants. The sight of his mentor's body being exposed makes him moan around the cock in his mouth, vibrations shooting down the length of it.

Tim's so hard he's squirming, ignoring his own needs as much as he can. This is about Bruce, about giving the man that has helped him so much exactly what he deserves. One of his hands reaches down to cup his balls, rubbing at them lightly with his fingertips. He pulls his mouth off for a moment to speak, and when he does his lips are swollen and red. ]

I like when you say my name.

[ It's said innocently enough, and he gives a sweet little boyish smile before he leans down to kiss at the sac he's been toying with. He makes sure not to neglect Bruce's erection, though, his free hand stroking up and down at an even pace. ]

Tell me--...God.

[ After this, Bruce would never be able to deny how much he's always desired Tim. And if he's honest with himself, he wouldn't want to. Because there's something intoxicating about the sight of Tim with Bruce's cock in his mouth. Bruce can feel the vibration from Tim's moan throughout his body and it feels like its lit every nerve on fire and it's burning through his paper thin patience. His fingers curl against Tim's scalp, not quite pulling, but Tim would know that heavy hand was there.

Bruce doesn't mind the loss of warmth so much when Tim pulls off, the pleasure spiking at the sight of his swollen lips. He wants to reach for Tim, pull him up close so he could kiss those lips like he's going to steal every breath he takes. But Tim steals his first. With that sweet smile and near expert stroking. It's in a sharp exhale. He only needs a minute to regain his composure. ]

--what else you like.

[ The hand in Tim's hair slides down to his shoulder, squeezes it. Even in the haze of pleasure, Bruce could see the way he squirms. If he wants a little bit of relief, Bruce's amenable to give it to him. As long as he asks for it. Nicely. ]

[ Tim doesn't even need to admit anything, surely Bruce can tell how much he appreciates the sheer strength of the man by the way he shudders at the squeeze to his shoulder and his pupils blow wide with interest.

Bruce's violence doesn't tend to get aimed at Tim, not like his older brothers, but he wouldn't mind if things were a little bit rougher. It's not something that he usually gets to have, being a well-oiled fighting machine amongst mostly everyday citizens of Gotham. That lack of real satisfaction might be lending something as to why he's on his knees in front of the big man in charge. ]

I like to be manhandled.

[ The scent that fills his nose is masculine and deliciously Bruce, and it only takes a bit of that before Tim is full on distracted from their conversation again. His mouth wraps back around that thick erection, swallowing down as much as he can manage. He's like a man starved, eager enough that he's quite literally gagging for it, but he knows his own limits and how not to choke too hard. It's that same eager enthusiasm that first showed when he became Robin resurfacing again in an entirely different way. Something about Bruce just gets to him. ]

[ It shouldn't turn Bruce on so much, but it does. It's something dark that lives inside of him, that he's so far been able to put away from himself. But it claws itself free when Tim admits he likes to be manhandled. It claws itself free and drags those dark thoughts to the fore – he's thought about what Tim would look like pinned underneath him. Or kneeling in front of him, arms pinned against his back while Bruce fucked him into the mattress until he couldn't walk the next day.

He didn't direct his violence at Tim, but he could and it should disturb him how easily he could do it. But it doesn't. It just cranks up the heat of Bruce's desire until it feels like he's going to combust. The warmth of Tim's mouth and all of that pleasure builds up in him and it makes him buck his hips.

He can feel his orgasm building while Tim chokes on his cock and when it hits him, it hits him hard, like a punch to the gut. He digs his fingers into Tim's shoulder, pressing bruises there. ]

You.

[ Bruce doesn't have the breath to finish that thought, his chest heaving while he rides that high for as long as he can. It's only a moment or two though before he's willing himself back down to earth. ]

I'm not finished with you.

[ Both of Tim's hands hold onto his mentor's hips when he bucks, but it's not in an attempt to control the movement. He needs something to hold onto while Bruce fucks eagerly into his mouth. And he loves it, drooling all over himself from how bad he wants to taste the man's release on the back of his tongue.

He swallows eagerly, every drop that he's given, like the good boy that he is. Those pretty dark lashes flutter with delight and the moan that he gives is obscene. Like he might come just from finally getting what he wants. Tim's not quite there, but in the moment it was closer than he's going to admit to.

Shouldn't come as a surprise at all that Bruce manages to recover so quickly, faster than anyone Tim's ever been with. This is Batman--Tim's god--and no one has better control over their own bodies than him. It's admirable, sure, but also quite the turn on to hear that Bruce isn't sated from a simple blowjob. That already he wants more. ]

Then tell me what you want to do.

[ Is he in much of a position to be making demands? Maybe not, he's not really the one in control here. But this is Tim Drake, and he's going to try and get away with as much as he can. It's in his nature to walk the line. ]

[ The second his cock slid into Tim's mouth, Bruce knew this wouldn't be enough to satisfy him. Not completely. His desire for him had escape containment and at the moment, it's really the only thing he cared about. Taking as much as Tim is willing to give to him.

And maybe a little more that he wasn't.

Bruce's breathing continues to even out until he's no longer needing those long pulls of air. He reaches for Tim, fingers curling around his wrist to help him get to his feet and so he'd have the leverage to tug him onto his lap. ]

Come here.

[ When he settles, Bruce leans in to kiss him, fingers gripping his hips so he could drag him close and feel his length pressing into his stomach. ]

[ It's almost pathetic how little resistance there was to being pulled into Bruce's lap. Tim should be hesitating, thinking twice about all of this. But there's no doubt in his mind that he wants this man, every twisted dark part of him, and he sees no benefit in pretending that's not true.

So he perches obediently, straddling Bruce and giving a soft, needy little sound into his mouth the moment he's kissed. No doubt he can taste himself on Tim's tongue, and why that turns Tim on so much he can't be sure.

His mouth is a little tired from the blowjob, but he still kisses back with a fierce, unrivaled eagerness. Curls their tongues together deliciously, letting the tiny bumps rub together in a way that has his cock aching even more. Which has his hips rocking forward, grinding his erection against Bruce's firm abdomen. He gives another groan into their liplock, soft because he doesn't tend to make a lot of noise, but still noticeable. ]

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