( it's the eagerness of it all that really makes this so filthy and it twists something up inside bruce. something just as vulgarβ just as dark, in a way, and it's an intimately dirty display of like attracting like. something that both of them are more than fine with.
the sounds that come from dick are drawn out and lewd and bruce can't help but huff a short laugh at the words to follow such a pornographic display. he's not judging him. he's amused at the gall of him to think he's going to be calling the shots here β that he's going to be telling bruce what to do. it's cute and it brings that more authoritative presence to the front, the socially inept version of himself long gone now until this all fizzles out between them.
still in his pants, though the front of them remains open, he presses a knee into the mattress and towers over dick there. even through the dark of the room illuminated by the glow of blue light, he sees dick perfectly and so it's easy enough for him to reach out and cradle the side of the other man's face. gentle, the pad of his thumb brushes over his cheekbone β swoops down to run along his lips. slow. )
I want you to be good and do what I tell you.
( a glance past dick, he looks down to him again. )
Touch yourself. Touch yourself the way you want me to touch youβ the way you've wanted me to touch you and tell me where you keep your toys in here.
( toys being subjective since he doesn't really know if dick has anything beyond lube around here, but. he sure as hell doesn't mean batarangs and smoke bombs. )
no subject
the sounds that come from dick are drawn out and lewd and bruce can't help but huff a short laugh at the words to follow such a pornographic display. he's not judging him. he's amused at the gall of him to think he's going to be calling the shots here β that he's going to be telling bruce what to do. it's cute and it brings that more authoritative presence to the front, the socially inept version of himself long gone now until this all fizzles out between them.
still in his pants, though the front of them remains open, he presses a knee into the mattress and towers over dick there. even through the dark of the room illuminated by the glow of blue light, he sees dick perfectly and so it's easy enough for him to reach out and cradle the side of the other man's face. gentle, the pad of his thumb brushes over his cheekbone β swoops down to run along his lips. slow. )
I want you to be good and do what I tell you.
( a glance past dick, he looks down to him again. )
Touch yourself. Touch yourself the way you want me to touch youβ the way you've wanted me to touch you and tell me where you keep your toys in here.
( toys being subjective since he doesn't really know if dick has anything beyond lube around here, but. he sure as hell doesn't mean batarangs and smoke bombs. )