/He inhales sharply, moving closer and leaning down to pant against Bruce’s lips, blushing as he licks at the other’s mouth//pulls off his shirt, straddling Bruce’s lap and rocking slowly against him/ Need you…/leans down, barely touching his lips against the other’s/
*groans softly* love to hear you say that. why are your clothes still on?
S-Sorry../
He blushes and takes off his jeans, sliding them over his pert ass and wiggling showingly for Bruce out of his boxers/
Perfect. *growls and pulls him close*
April 2012
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S-Sorry../He blushes and takes off his jeans, sliding them over his pert ass and wiggling showingly for Bruce out of his boxers//pulls off his shirt, straddling Bruce’s lap and rocking slowly against him/ Need you…/leans down, barely touching his lips against the other’s/
*groans softly* love to hear you say that. why are your clothes still on?
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/pulls off his shirt, straddling Bruce’s lap and rocking slowly against him/ Need you…/leans down, barely touching his lips against the other’s/*pulls him close and kisses the alcohol from his lips* Shh, it grows on you.
/snuggles closer, and tries again,…
Hello.
*pulls him close and kisses the alcohol from his lips* Shh, it grows on you.
/snuggles closer, and tries again, panting a bit as he shakes his head/ S-Still hurts..
Maybe you’ll like it better like this. *takes a swig, wetting his lips with the vodka before kissing him again*
/makes a quiet sound at the kiss, panting softly as he opens his mouth and drinks some of what slips into his mouth/
Told ya. *grins and presses closer to him*
/let’s out a soft sigh, sliding his legs against the other’s body/ Bruce…/he half pleads, holding onto his shirt and tugging/
Hello.
*pulls him close and kisses the alcohol from his lips* Shh, it grows on you.
/snuggles closer, and tries again, panting a bit as he shakes his head/ S-Still hurts..
Maybe you’ll like it better like this. *takes a swig, wetting his lips with the vodka before kissing him again*
/makes a quiet sound at the kiss, panting softly as he opens his mouth and drinks some of what slips into his mouth/
Hello.
*chuckles* You should try some, then you’d understand my argument.
Try some vodka? /tilts his head at him curiously/
*nods* Just give it a shot.
/He makes a face before taking the bottle and bringing it to his lips, pulling away when the burn slides down his throat/ Nnnnn, owwie../he’s tearing a bit, trying to recover/
*pulls him close and kisses the alcohol from his lips* Shh, it grows on you.
/snuggles closer, and tries again, panting a bit as he shakes his head/ S-Still hurts..
Hello.
*chuckles* You should try some, then you’d understand my argument.
Try some vodka? /tilts his head at him curiously/
*nods* Just give it a shot.
/He makes a face before taking the bottle and bringing it to his lips, pulling away when the burn slides down his throat/ Nnnnn, owwie../he’s tearing a bit, trying to recover/
Hello.
*flops down on the bed next to him, using a remote to flick on some music* Make a crack about the vodka, I know you want to.
/He suppresses the smirk/ I was going to tease you about needing hard liquor when it’s only just the start of the night but you ruined it. /half pouts even though he isn’t really mad or anything that Bruce can totally read minds or at least is really good at reading Dick. Open book with Bruce and everything/
*chuckles* You should try some, then you’d understand my argument.
Try some vodka? /tilts his head at him curiously/
Hello.
Were you woman, you’d be an evil temptress. *picks him, stealing a quick kiss* Hold still.
/laughs, before Bruce picks him up and his face is red when they kiss. He stays still like a good boy/ ….Alright..
*carries him upstairs to the bedroom, plopping him on the bed and grabbing a bottle of vodka*
/His heart is racing when he’s placed on the bed. Blue eyes watching him closely as he rolls and smells the sheets. Bruce’s bed always smells so nice. Just like Bruce. He notices the hard liquor and tries not to make a quip about it./
*flops down on the bed next to him, using a remote to flick on some music* Make a crack about the vodka, I know you want to.
/He suppresses the smirk/ I was going to tease you about needing hard liquor when it’s only just the start of the night but you ruined it. /half pouts even though he isn’t really mad or anything that Bruce can totally read minds or at least is really good at reading Dick. Open book with Bruce and everything/
