[ How is Bruce supposed to control himself when Jason looks at him like he wants to devour him? How is Bruce supposed to control himself when he wants him to?
Whatever he's going to say is cut off by the kiss. His hands settle on Jason's hips to tug him close. ]
[He moves back, step by step, to one of the chairs in the safehouse and sits; his legs spread smoothly, wide enough that Bruce could easily fit between them.]
[ Bruce doesn't waste much time, once Jason is seated. He runs his fingers over his thighs, as he kneels between them. He flicks his gaze up to watch Jason's face while he unzips his pants and reaches for his cock. He licks the underside first, long and slow until he reaches the head. The other hand he keeps on Jason's thigh, squeezing him gently there. ]
[It is no surprise that Jason, a young man, is already hard just from seeing Bruce kneel like that, at his request, without argument, and his mouth-
-it just makes Jason bite back a groan, because he cannot, will not, absolutely refuses to give Bruce the satisfaction when all he did was the bare minimum. He reaches down to run his fingers through the mess of Bruce's black hair, through the sweat and the tangle.]
You really thought that I would let someone I didn't love do this to me?
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[Jason gets up, though, and brushes his knees a little as if they're really dirty.
What is dirty is the kiss that he gives Bruce, sloppy and practically powered by tongue.]
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Whatever he's going to say is cut off by the kiss. His hands settle on Jason's hips to tug him close. ]
Use my mouth instead.
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Is that how you're going to apologize?
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[ He smiles. A tiny one, but no less like a Cheshire cat's, as if he's imagining it right there on the spot. ]
And yes, because I'm sorry.
[ He said it. That's called growth right there. ]
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Come on then. Knees.
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-it just makes Jason bite back a groan, because he cannot, will not, absolutely refuses to give Bruce the satisfaction when all he did was the bare minimum. He reaches down to run his fingers through the mess of Bruce's black hair, through the sweat and the tangle.]
You really thought that I would let someone I didn't love do this to me?