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( this right here is what they need. this filthy display of what could be considered depravity between them. like he cares. he's not dick's mentor and dick isn't his adopted son. they're two souls lost within a similar darkness that have somehow crossed paths across time and space and found themselves in each other's lives like this. why not indulge? why not chase after those sounds dick makes for him as he fucks him hard, here on the other man's bed? it's good— dick feels good around his cock and he doesn't want this feeling to end. a shame, because it will. like all good things do.

dick comes and the sounds he makes are likely to be burned to memory. the way he feels beneath him — muscles taut and skin flushed, slicked with sweat. he makes a mess of the pillow he's been relentlessly fucking while being fucked by bruce, and bruce almost wishes he could have seen him do so. see the look on his face when he finally reached that orgasm he's denied himself for for... however long now. it's unbearably hot to even think about.

but on that thought, bruce isn't too far from his own.

when he comes, he practically blanks, spilling hot and hard inside dick. for a moment, his breath catches, but then he's releasing the sound of a man who's denied himself his own pleasure — his own desires for so long now that it practically echoes throughout the room with how loud it comes out, face buried in the crook of dick's neck as a means to muffle it some. so much of his orgasm shoots through him and into dick, he feels like it goes on and on until he finally can't anymore and rides the rest of it out there against dick. )