Bruce wakes up and his hands are tied to the bed, the ropes twisted into impressively perfect knots.
“I wanna play a game,” Jay says on top of him. He’s straddling Bruce’s thighs, naked as the day he was born.
Jay has so many games Bruce can’t keep up.
Bruce twists his head, looks back and studies the ropes, tugs against them with his wrists. He could probably get out in under ten minutes, maybe less than that if he wasn’t distracted with watching Jay slick his fingers up and work himself open.
Jay makes this soft noise and Bruce stops pulling at the restraints, just watches.
His teeth dig into his bottom lip as Jay sinks down on him, those strong, muscular thighs squeezing Bruce’s sides. Jay goes slow at first, gets himself used to the feeling, then he digs his nails into Bruce’s chest and starts to ride him.
“Jay,” Bruce says, tilts his hips up since he can’t use his hands, shoves himself deeper inside of him and Jay reaches down, twists his nipple painfully.
“Not part of the game,” Jay says, his face and chest flushed, and goes back to fucking himself on Bruce’s cock.
Bruce plays along but only because Jay looks so good like this, back arched and glistening with sweat, just lies still and watches as Jay lifts himself up and back down, listens to the sound of flesh against flesh and Jay’s breathy panting until he feels it start to build in him, tightening in his core.
“Jason,” he gasps out, unconsciously pulling at the ropes from the need to touch, get his hands around Jason’s hips and bury himself deep.
This only causes Jason to slow his pace, almost stopping completely, his hips only making little circles.
Bruce huffs. “Not part of the game?”
Jay just grins, drags his nails down Bruce’s chest, leaving deep, red streaks, making Bruce arch off the bed. “Now you’re getting it.”
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filled - bruce wayne/jason todd
Date: 2015-07-16 06:28 am (UTC)“I wanna play a game,” Jay says on top of him. He’s straddling Bruce’s thighs, naked as the day he was born.
Jay has so many games Bruce can’t keep up.
Bruce twists his head, looks back and studies the ropes, tugs against them with his wrists. He could probably get out in under ten minutes, maybe less than that if he wasn’t distracted with watching Jay slick his fingers up and work himself open.
Jay makes this soft noise and Bruce stops pulling at the restraints, just watches.
His teeth dig into his bottom lip as Jay sinks down on him, those strong, muscular thighs squeezing Bruce’s sides. Jay goes slow at first, gets himself used to the feeling, then he digs his nails into Bruce’s chest and starts to ride him.
“Jay,” Bruce says, tilts his hips up since he can’t use his hands, shoves himself deeper inside of him and Jay reaches down, twists his nipple painfully.
“Not part of the game,” Jay says, his face and chest flushed, and goes back to fucking himself on Bruce’s cock.
Bruce plays along but only because Jay looks so good like this, back arched and glistening with sweat, just lies still and watches as Jay lifts himself up and back down, listens to the sound of flesh against flesh and Jay’s breathy panting until he feels it start to build in him, tightening in his core.
“Jason,” he gasps out, unconsciously pulling at the ropes from the need to touch, get his hands around Jason’s hips and bury himself deep.
This only causes Jason to slow his pace, almost stopping completely, his hips only making little circles.
Bruce huffs. “Not part of the game?”
Jay just grins, drags his nails down Bruce’s chest, leaving deep, red streaks, making Bruce arch off the bed. “Now you’re getting it.”