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[onapalehorse]

From this.

"You will find strength, and peace."

He promises, with belief.

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[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."

[onapalehorse]

He gasps at the nails, pressing down closer to him, feeling uncomfortably like the tables may turn. It's excruciatingly raw, feeling hands on his skin. His eyes fix determinedly on Bruce's collarbone, and he lifts his hips with one hand, forcing him still while Bane strokes him, suddenly hard and fast and with no option to move or arch into it.

[lasiurus]

Like Bruce said, it's been years since he did this, and Bane is infinitely stronger and faster than any of the others had been. He doesn't last thirty seconds more with this pace, comes hard with a gasped sound.

[onapalehorse]

Right at the exact moment he starts to come, the hand stroking him abandons its' work, reaches up, and wraps fast and dirty around his throat. It's gentle as can be, but there nonetheless, holding him down by the neck, in the air by the hips, trapped like that against the need to curl up against the orgasm, keeping him arched on display.

[lasiurus]

The threat response is ingrained even when he's out of his mind with need, and he twists, bringing his forearm up to break the loose hold Bane has on his throat.

It's like being thrown off a rollercoaster and into the ocean, and he can't wrap his head around what's happening.

[onapalehorse]

He'd been curious to see if orgasm would come through it. Apparently not. He releases his grip immediately, fingertips sliding back down his chest, dragging through the come on his skin, reaching to wrap back around him, rubbing him through the last twitch or two.

[lasiurus]

It's a mystery if Bruce is even really aware of what he did. The second Bane is touching him again, his hand rests on Bane's leg.

Normally he would pull his partner down, kiss them slowly and return the favor. But the mask, and Bane's absolute dominance, change things.

[onapalehorse]

Even through the fabric of the pants, Bane's leg is thick and muscular. Kneeling as he is, the fabric stretches tight over flexed muscle.

He slides a finger through the mess, coating it liberally, then lets it wander back between Bruce's legs, just drawing along and over him, touching, letting him get used to stimulation in an area probably hitherto ignored, from the sexual history Bane has for him.

[lasiurus]

He'd been prepared to do something--roll them over, tease and torture Bane because God knows he learned how to do that from Tony Stark.

But this is a test, he remembers, and so he doesn't push to treat this like any old spur of the moment fuck.

"When's the last time anyone had you?"

[onapalehorse]

"-seventeen years?"

He has to think.

"Perhaps longer. I am difficult to hold down."

[lasiurus]

It's not funny, it's actually really fucking sad that Bane doesn't reference any willing couplings. But Bruce smiles, eyes closed. He feels good, and they're under an apple tree where it's safe and quiet.

"And how long since you had someone else?"

[onapalehorse]

"Twelve years."

He answers, nuzzling his shoulder, rubbing his thumb against the tender drag of skin behind his cock.

"Do I feel rusty to you?"

[lasiurus]

He presses against it, breath catching. His fingers run along Bane's scalp.

"No- but if you want to practice on me to be sure, I'm really not minding it."