( sounds leave him as dick's lips travel down his body. sounds he doesn't often make, given his lack of play he allows himself to have. they're soft yet genuine and filled with a deep desire for more that he doesn't ever exactly voice with words. rather, like always, it's what he doesn't say and shows through his actions. the way fingers twist and tug gently on the strands of hair they hold. the way his head tilts back β lips parting and blue eyes shut. all little ways in which bruce shows how much he wants this. how much he enjoys this. how much he needs dick.
it all comes to a halt, as expected, and he blinks his eyes open. slips out of the gentle euphoria that had been cradling him and comes back to the present. a lick over his lips, he eyes dick. eyes that hand. )
I'm sure you do.
( hope that he'll come. ah, the innuendo. but he takes the other man's hand, pulls himself up, and steals a kiss from those lips he's tasted so much over the number of hours he's been here since last night. so much that he's almost certain dick is a taste he won't soon forget. )
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it all comes to a halt, as expected, and he blinks his eyes open. slips out of the gentle euphoria that had been cradling him and comes back to the present. a lick over his lips, he eyes dick. eyes that hand. )
I'm sure you do.
( hope that he'll come. ah, the innuendo. but he takes the other man's hand, pulls himself up, and steals a kiss from those lips he's tasted so much over the number of hours he's been here since last night. so much that he's almost certain dick is a taste he won't soon forget. )