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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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[ 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?
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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.
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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?