Bruce Wayné "I've been real compliant to you, Ty, given you everything you ask for, that you need and want. I /let/ you fuck me because I /like/ it, not because of your superiority complex," he explained, voice still low, lips drifting down his jaw slowly as he spoke, deliberately slow.
"The truth is, you need to give back sometime. Or I'm gonna get bored." His hand reached down further to grasp Tyler's balls still in his underwear, squeezing them good and hard.
Harvey Dent Tyler's dark eyes rolled back for a moment and he went through a red light, not caring either way. They had to get to the penthouse /now/. The little threat made Tyler glare as he rounded the corner with a jerk of his hand on the steering wheel, tires squealing on the pavement as he accelerated again.
"And fucking me would keep you around?" he couldn't be stern, not with Charles tonguing his neck that way, and his hand around his balls.
Bruce Wayné "Switching things up would make it less boring in the long run," he growled, tongue skimming the pulse in his neck, teeth grazing and biting it. He knew Tyler was one of those to say yes now and then in the heat of it change his mind, he had to have control and letting someone else have it was an issue.
"You trust me, don't you?" He squeezed a little harder.
Harvey Dent Tyler groaned, and tipped his jaw back, his throat arching for Charles's mouth to devour. He trusted Charles, but giving up control was hard. Tyler was created to control things, to beat them into submission if he had to or kill them if they wouldn't behave. Harv had done it lots with Bruce and Charles both, but Harv was different, more pliable, more of an angel than he was.
"Yeah," he panted, pulling the car into the private garage of Bruce's penthouse, the visitor's section. Charles was driving him insane, the way his hand was kneading him made him incredibly hard.
"Fuck, yes-" he groaned, stopping the car and pulling out the keys, hands shaking with lust, "yes, I trust you."
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"I've been real compliant to you, Ty, given you everything you ask for, that you need and want. I /let/ you fuck me because I /like/ it, not because of your superiority complex," he explained, voice still low, lips drifting down his jaw slowly as he spoke, deliberately slow.
"The truth is, you need to give back sometime. Or I'm gonna get bored." His hand reached down further to grasp Tyler's balls still in his underwear, squeezing them good and hard.
Harvey Dent
Tyler's dark eyes rolled back for a moment and he went through a red light, not caring either way. They had to get to the penthouse /now/. The little threat made Tyler glare as he rounded the corner with a jerk of his hand on the steering wheel, tires squealing on the pavement as he accelerated again.
"And fucking me would keep you around?" he couldn't be stern, not with Charles tonguing his neck that way, and his hand around his balls.
Bruce Wayné "Switching things up would make it less boring in the long run," he growled, tongue skimming the pulse in his neck, teeth grazing and biting it. He knew Tyler was one of those to say yes now and then in the heat of it change his mind, he had to have control and letting someone else have it was an issue.
"You trust me, don't you?" He squeezed a little harder.
Harvey Dent
Tyler groaned, and tipped his jaw back, his throat arching for Charles's mouth to devour. He trusted Charles, but giving up control was hard. Tyler was created to control things, to beat them into submission if he had to or kill them if they wouldn't behave. Harv had done it lots with Bruce and Charles both, but Harv was different, more pliable, more of an angel than he was.
"Yeah," he panted, pulling the car into the private garage of Bruce's penthouse, the visitor's section. Charles was driving him insane, the way his hand was kneading him made him incredibly hard.
"Fuck, yes-" he groaned, stopping the car and pulling out the keys, hands shaking with lust, "yes, I trust you."