horrendousness

[onapalehorse]

From this.

"You will find strength, and peace."

He promises, with belief.

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[lasiurus]

"It's different here. Nothing for you to adapt to."

He has an endless number of scars, much like Bane himself has he's sure. No ticklish spots, though, and nowhere on his chest or sides that seems to be particularly sensitive.

[onapalehorse]

He takes his time about it, learning each freckle, hair, texture, rubbing one way and then the next until the sun is warm enough on his back that he pulls the vest off, kicks off his boots, and then settles back atop him in just the pants and mask.

[lasiurus]

When he has shed the vest, Bruce runs an experimental hand along Bane's shoulder.

[onapalehorse]

He stops, quiet and shocked, unused to being touched.

His back is ragged with scars.

[lasiurus]

"Hedonism. Breathe."

His fingers are gentle, with such affection it seems he's known Bane's body for years. It's another one of his traits that the women he's slept with either loved or loathed.

[onapalehorse]

"For you."

He points out, amused at having his words turned back on him, nudging a knee up between Bruce's legs.

"Don't do anything you're uncomfortable with."

[lasiurus]

"I do best when it's reciprocal."

His fingers run along Bane's sides to make his point.

[onapalehorse]

"That is a great deal to ask of you."

He looks for a moment like he's ready to slide back.

[lasiurus]

"I like to touch."

A foot slides up in a loose grappling maneuver. Stay, Bane.

"I'll tell you if I change my mind. Fair?"

[onapalehorse]

"As you wish."

Body settling down against his, hips rocking lazily.

[lasiurus]

The long dormant part of his mind that insists on rushing into burning buildings is starting to stir, now that Fox is confirmed alive.

That part of his mind is sent back to sleep when Bane rocks against him. At once he decides he really likes it, and he shouldn't.

"Keep touching me."

[onapalehorse]

"I'll have to. I'll have to spend so long touching you to prepare your body to have me."

He promises, threatens, silkily, lifting a hand under Bruce's knee to pull his body up to a better angle.

[lasiurus]

"I-"

That snaps him out of the dreaminess of the morning.

"-Not to belittle myself but I don't think that will work."

[onapalehorse]

"It will."

He promises.

"It may take weeks, but trust me. Bodies accommodate far worse."

[lasiurus]

"Yes, but I thought the point of this was pleasure. I can take a bullet too, but it's not something I'd want to do on my day off."

But he is at least assured it's not something Bane wants to spring right into, so he relaxes.

[onapalehorse]

"Then I will not give it to you until you beg for it."

He tells him, with a confident little slide against him.

"As I know you shall."

[lasiurus]

Bruce smirks and lets his free hand dig into Bane's hip, to pull him into a steady grind.

"Don't center any important plans around it."

[onapalehorse]

He groans, echoing deep and level behind the mask, body arching into him. The force of his weight is as heavy as before, but a little more delicate now, a little more controlled, and pressed just right between his legs.

"Trust me. I know what you are capable of."

[lasiurus]

His breath escapes heavily, and both hands grasp Bane's hips now. This is going to be maddening soon; Bane isn't even naked.

"We should- decide what we're going to do for now."

[onapalehorse]

"You are trying, again, to escape anticipation."

Bane tells him, mask a rough scrape along his temple, though his hair, as he rocks a lazy circle with his hips.

"What you are wondering is what will become of you, if I choose to torment you with every trick that I know."

[lasiurus]

A soft sound of very reluctant agreement.

"It might have crossed my mind."

[onapalehorse]

"I'll leave you satisfied. If hoarse."

He promises, and then wraps a hand around him, stroking his cock with a delicate touch.

[lasiurus]

Somewhere between that first stroke and the one that gets Bruce to utter a cry, he comes up with an idea.

It will mean risking a black eye, and it will probably be as far down the line as what Bane wants to do to him. But for now, it's enough just imagining shoving Bane against the wall and, while he's confused, dropping to his knees to suck Bane off.

[onapalehorse]

Which is ironic, considering Bane is remembering his fierce determination to suck no one, ever, and wondering at gentle ways to coax him into the behaviour, since the obvious idea of reciprocating is off the table.

He jerks him until that cry, and then drags a thumb across the head of his cock to make him twitch.

"I don't know what I want to taste more, this or your tears?"

[lasiurus]

He looks at Bane and wonders at how simply adding a mask makes that question so appealing. How often does Bane taste anyone?

His nails rake over Bane's shoulder.

"Keep going, you can try at least one."