It would have been easy to lie and say Bruce had done this for appearances alone. Throwing copious amounts of money at charity events would always look good when his name was on the checks. And he'd become somewhat adept at setting emotion aside for the greater good. But it would be just that โ a lie. A clever one that he has gotten better at telling the more he did it. But a lie all the same. Because the truth was, he liked Blake. And not in that shallow, vapid way he was expected to in his social circle. It was a genuine kind of caring that left him feeling vulnerable and exposed like a nerve ending. It made what they're doing easy and difficult all at once. Because Bruce wanted nothing more than to feel that closeness, but it also felt like it might overwhelm him if he let it and he wanted to push it away. It's a paradox that would tear him in two if he wasn't careful.
Those fingers in his hair dragged him back, that dull pain tugging his scalp a heady mixture of pleasure and pain. Just enough that he doesn't lose himself. Just enough that he stayed here with Blake. Exactly where he wanted to be. And it was dangerous here.
He took a few breaths, one after each shallow thrust and God it doesn't feel like it's enough. Or maybe it's too much and he can't tell the difference. Either way, he wanted more. Fingers curled into the sheets under him, fit to tear them apart if he wasn't careful.
โHarder.โ
The voice he answered with doesn't sound like Bruce. He's pulled it from a deep, coarse place, where the air is a little thinner and he has to work to make sure he has enough. Bruce reached a hand up to trace along Blake's neck, like he's checking his pulse so he could feel it racing against his massive palm.
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Those fingers in his hair dragged him back, that dull pain tugging his scalp a heady mixture of pleasure and pain. Just enough that he doesn't lose himself. Just enough that he stayed here with Blake. Exactly where he wanted to be. And it was dangerous here.
He took a few breaths, one after each shallow thrust and God it doesn't feel like it's enough. Or maybe it's too much and he can't tell the difference. Either way, he wanted more. Fingers curled into the sheets under him, fit to tear them apart if he wasn't careful.
โHarder.โ
The voice he answered with doesn't sound like Bruce. He's pulled it from a deep, coarse place, where the air is a little thinner and he has to work to make sure he has enough. Bruce reached a hand up to trace along Blake's neck, like he's checking his pulse so he could feel it racing against his massive palm.
"Show me. Let me feel it."