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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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[ 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. ]

[ Pathetic or not, it's perfect. Bruce always appreciated when his boys were obedient. It always made navigating the relationship so much easier for him. Especially with Tim, when things felt...fragile, somehow. With Dick and with Jason, Bruce never had to guess how they felt. They were direct and in some cases, hostile when they thought it necessary.

Tim? Would pull away. Leave him to wonder about the status of things. If he could make it easier for himself, he would. And if he could have Tim in the process? All the better.

It shouldn't be so hot that he can taste himself on Tim's tongue. But it is and that heady, intoxicating feeling goes straight to his own cock. Feeling Tim's erection grinding into his stomach makes Bruce smirk into the kiss, hands working with Tim's hips to encourage him. He's sure Tim could feel him getting hard again.

His hands skate beneath Tim's shirt, ghosting over ribs and muscle before finally thumbing over one of his nipples. ]

Help me get this off you.

[ That thumb toying with his nipple makes Tim shudder and goosebumps form along his body. It's not like he's going to deny Bruce the pleasure of seeing him bare, not when they've already gotten this far and Tim is ridiculously hard. There's a little wet patch at the front of his pants that gives away just how eager he is, cock eagerly leaking at the idea of getting more of this treatment.

So who is he to argue when Bruce tells him to take his shirt off? Tim doesn't have any shame about the way he strips nor does he take the time to put on a show. That's not what he thinks Bruce is after at the moment, and despite his little acts of rebellion he does still aim to please. Especially him. So the soft fabric is tossed in a random direction and that is that.

He idly thinks about admitting to his mentor that the first time he came, it was with thoughts of Batman running through his imagination. But he doesn't want to say anything stupid and risk ruining what they've gotten up to, so he chooses to bite that one back. ]

Should've said you wanted me, B. I would've let you had me before this.

[ There's just the slightest hint of a teasing purr to his words, long dark eyelashes fluttering once before Tim leans in to catch the man's lips again. He's not overly submissive in the way that he kisses, likes to give as much as he gets. ]

[ 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. ]

These next.

[ One of those strong hands rubs at him through his pants and Tim can't bite back the groan that bubbles from deep in his chest, soft but strong.

Tim is biased, and he really does love his brothers, but he's always believed he's the best sidekick for Bruce because of how well they work together in the field. Fit into each other perfectly as Batman and Robin, able to accomplish things that should be impossible with ease. So it makes perfect sense to him that they would fit together this way, too.

It only takes two words from Bruce before Tim is fumbling both hands down to shuck his pants off. Whatever pride he has in being so independent is wiped away by eagerness because the only thing he can think about is what sort of sounds he can drag out of a man that's always so silent, if he's good enough. And Tim is sure he can be good enough.

He has to wriggle around a little to get the pants fully off without leaving Bruce's lap, so while he's doing it he strips his boxer-briefs off, too. Might as well not waste time. It's not like his mentor hasn't seen him naked hundreds of times already. Just not ever in this context. ]

We're gonna have to do a lot to make up for all that time, then.

[ He agrees easily and then dips in to catch Bruce's lips again, that same blend of fierce and desperate. ]

Then you should come stay here for a while.

[ They still had a case to close. But more pressingly, they had time to catch up on.

Bruce likes the weight of Tim in his lap and he can't help but smirk at the clever way he sheds his pants and boxers. Still efficient despite straddling Bruce's lap. He has to sit back for a minute, to admire him now that Bruce could see him without all of his clothes in the way. Without the haze of the drugs clouding his vision and a crowd zeroed in on them. No distractions.

Just Bruce and Tim like he's always liked it.

If he were someone else, he might have suggested a weekend getaway – something cozy and private so they could do this on every horizontal surface they could find. But Bruce would never turn his back on the mission like that. Not before Sionis' trafficking operation had been shutdown. He'd have to settle for stolen moments like this one.

He reaches between them as Tim leans in to kiss him again. He could feel that fierceness and desperation in the way their lips collide. Bruce groans into it, shifting his weight so Tim would start to bend back toward the table behind him. Bruce wraps his fingers around his length, stroking him with slow, lazy fingers. ]

[ It occurs to Tim, faintly, that if Bruce were to want to manipulate him back into being at the manor all the time, this would be the most successful way to do it. Because his response is just to smile and make an affirmative sound into their kiss, an agreement to stay for a while. He feels good, being this desired by a man he'd spent plenty of years worshiping.

And yet he would have turned down an offer to disappear on vacation together for the very same reason. The mission comes first, always.

That doesn't mean they can't have a few hours to themselves, though--no one worked all the time, right?

Hearing such a primal groan from Bruce zaps every nerve in Tim's body at once, makes the hair on the back of his neck stand with the overwhelming flood of arousal rushing through his body all at once. He lets himself be pressed back on the table without much of a fight, fingers skimming the surface to try to find something to hold onto.

The slow strokes drive Tim a little crazy, and he kisses Bruce with the urgency he wishes the man's hand would use. He's greedy, even with as much as he's gotten. There's a void in his chest created from lack of attention, and he intends to fill it as much as he can with the man he's kissing. ]

[ For a man with so much on his plate, he could be singularly focused with the right kind of motivation. The Mission is all consuming - the only thing that would ever matter at the end of the day. But Tim could be that too. There's something about him that Bruce couldn't quite put his finger on, but that something had a way of catching and holding his attention, even if it's just a little while.

Tim's weight shifts, pressing against the table, while Bruce held him up with his legs wrapped around his waist.

Bruce kisses Tim like he'd never have enough of him. Like this would all be over if they stopped. There's a little more urgency in how Bruce strokes him, and each little noise he can hear from his boy only makes the need to pin him and take his fill stronger. When he pulls away to breathe, he bows his body over Tim's, letting his mouth ghost kisses over any exposed skin he could find. His free hand slips lower, between his cheeks to tease his entrance open. ]

[ Bruce has always been huge compared to Tim, and it's so much more apparent when they're pressed together this way. He's not sure why it turns him on as much as it does--probably something to do with how easily the guy could snap him in half if he wanted to. Tim's not an adrenaline junkie like some of his siblings, but that doesn't mean he doesn't like the idea of a little danger.

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. ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

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