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Bruce Wayne’s heart raced as he sat on his bed awaiting his boyfriend, Edward, to return from the bathroom. Edward had come home from a finance meeting obviously stressed, and as he typically did, Bruce had mindlessly offered to help his lover blow off steam. Bruce knew very well by now how cruel Edward could be in bed when he was stressed or upset, but it wasn't fear that was making his heart race. On some level, nights like this were his favorite. Edward would take control, and all Bruce had to do was mindlessly obey. Ideas of what Edward might make him do tonight bounced around in his mind, leaving no room for anything else.
He was drawn back to reality by the sound of the bathroom door opening, to which his heart practically skipped a beat. Edward was fresh out of the shower, now freshly clean and clad only in his boxers and a thin tee shirt. He looked surprisingly content, something that made Bruce equal parts relieved and concerned.
“Why are you still dressed, baby?” Edward asked teasingly, a glint of mischief in the smile he flashed his flustered boyfriend.
“I was just waiting, I mean, I wasn't sure what you’d-” He was cut off by Edward meeting him where he sat and placing a hand softly on his cheek.
“I’m just teasing you, relax.” Edward cooed. He had come home tonight in such a sour mood, but having someone so happy to see him, the way Bruce always was, made it hard to stay too angry. “Here, take off your shirt, then lean back.” He said, giving Bruce’s faded grey teeshirt a tug. Bruce didn't miss a beat and had barely peeled off his shirt before his head hit the pillows.
Edward got onto the bed, sitting himself straddling Bruce’s lap. Part of him wanted to just stay like this a while, just basking in the way Bruce looked at him. But, given the way Bruce was already practically hyperventilating, he decided making him wait any longer might not be an option tonight.
He brought his hands to Bruce’s wrists, guiding them up by his head. “Keep them like that.” He said quietly, before reaching to his side table to rummage through the drawer. It took a second to find what he was looking for, a roll of duct tape he and Bruce had been using a lot during sex lately. He returned to face Bruce and tore off a long piece of tape. Without even needing prompting, Bruce had his wrists together over his head as soon as he realized what Edward was going for.
Once Bruce’s arms were immobilized, Edward was already on the go. He leaned forward, to let his face hover above his partner’s. “You’re my good boy, aren't you Bruce?” though Edward spoke softly, the tone of his voice was already rugged in anticipation of what he planned to do. Of course, Bruce eagerly nodded his head.
“Your good boy.” Bruce echoed, his mind already foggy with lust. He was met with a grinning Edward, who was now sitting on his knees while he took off his boxers.
“Does puppy want his treat?” Edward asked, running his hand along Bruce’s cheek. Without needing an answer, he ran his thumb along Bruce’s bottom lip, signaling him to open his mouth. “Tongue out, and you keep it there till I tell you otherwise. Understood?” He was met with the now open-mouthed Bruce’s eager nods in response.
It only took a few seconds for Edward to position his hips over Bruce’s head, and soon he had sunk down, pressing his already throbbing cunt against Bruce’s tongue, and the two of them moaned at the contact. Edward from the pleasure of Bruce’s soft warm tongue, and Bruce from the familiar taste of Edward’s cunt.
Edward took a few moments to just take in the warm feeling in his core that the contact brought, but it was also nice to see his increasingly desperate lover, Gotham’s great Batman, squirm below him. Edward started out slowly, grinding his hips down gently so his dick rubbed across Bruce’s eager tongue. The feeling sent electricity up his spine, he was finally getting the relief he craved all day.
And if the friction on his dick wasn't enough to fuel him to speed up, the noises coming from the man below him were. Edward glanced down and was met with a hazy-eyed Bruce staring up at him. It wasn't often he got to dominate Bruce like this, so both of them reveled in the unique pleasure. Edward began to move his hips faster, applying more pressure to chase that wet friction Bruce’s tongue provided.
It didn't take long at all before strings of shaky moans were bubbling from Edward’s lips. Those sounds, and knowing he was the one earning them from him made Bruce’s chest swell with pride, and his cock throb almost painfully. Bruce kept his eyes locked on Edward, at least as much of him as he could see from such an angle. He could tell the other man was already flushed pink in the face, and his mouse-brown hair was becoming slick to his forehead with sweat. Bruce loved seeing Edward like this, lost in his pleasure instead of the layer of stress that he usually held.
Edward reached his hand down, gently tangling it in Bruce’s hair, giving the man’s head a soft tap to make sure he was paying attention. He took a breath to steady himself before speaking.
“Do you want to be a good boy?” Edward whispered through heavy breaths. “Do you want to use your hands to help?” Truthfully, Edward knew Bruce’s answer without needing to ask, but he couldn't help but love the way Bruce looked at him when he asked. His mix of excitement and admiration was so obvious in his gaze while he eagerly nodded his head.
He had planned on keeping Bruce tied up tonight, but when it came down to it, it seemed Edward would always choose to let Bruce help him get off. “I’m going to untape your hands so you can use them, but you have to promise to keep your head still. Understand?” Edward was again met with Bruce’s eager nods, to which he smiled. “That's my good puppy.” He cooed.
Bruce responded with a deep whimper, one that was loud enough to be audible to the both of them even with Edward’s cunt currently muffling it. Edward was barely able to finish removing the tape from Bruce’s hands before they were reaching for his hips. He used one hand on Edward’s soft hip and pull him forward enough that Bruce’s tongue was pressed against his cunt, then rested the other on his hip, his thumb rubbing across Edward’s cock. Edward knew Bruce would get started quickly, but still, the urgency in Bruce’s movements somehow surprised him.
Bruce used the hand on Edward’s hip to help him keep balance while he fucked himself into Bruce’s mouth, and soon matched the motions of his thumb with the rhythm that Edward had built up. While eating Edward out when he was this excited wasn't his strong suit, Edward would always remain stunned at how good Bruce was with his hands. There was some part of Bruce that was always worried Edward would leave him for someone smarter, smoother, and that always fueled his feverish determination in bed. He may not have been able to keep up with Edward in terms of intellect, but he’d be damned if he didn't prove to Edward that no one could make him feel as good as Bruce did.
It took no time at all for Edward had completely unraveled above his lover. His legs were trembling uncontrollably, leaving him hunched over with his hands tangled in Bruce’s hair to keep himself somewhat grounded. His movements quickly went from rhythmic to sporadic and desperate, obscene mewls and expletives spilling from his mouth while he bucked his hips into Bruce’s warm mouth, effectively serving to grind his dick into Bruce’s hand every time he moved.
Below him, Bruce’s face was flushed a dark pink, and the lower half of his face now glistening wet thanks to Edward’s cunt. He felt light-headed, but he couldn't quite figure out if it was from his attempts at gasping being smothered by Edward's thoughtless movement, or if he was just that elated. Either way, he took no action to adjust himself.
“Bruce! I’m close, I-I’m gonna-” Edward was cut off by Bruce moving his hand to better work on jerking him to his finish. It would seem that was more than enough encouragement for Edward, who was now shaking while he mindlessly rutted into Bruce’s mouth and hand.
The feelings together were enough to finally push the tightening in his abdomen into a flood of white-hot euphoria. He could feel Bruce’s hot tongue press into his cunt while he pushed himself down into it, paired with the unrelenting friction of Bruce’s hand that seemed to force the air out of his lungs as it coaxed him through his orgasm.
After what felt like forever, Edward finally began to sink down from his daze. Bruce’s hands were still on his hips, helping him slow the chaotic rolling of his hips. When he looked down, at the state he found Bruce in, if someone had told him that Bruce had just had the same orgasm he did he would easily believe him. He was still gazing up at Edward with that foggy look of admiration, the rest of him looking equally as disheveled as Edward.
Once he had a moment to breathe, Edward sat back on Bruce’s chest, then carefully lifted his leg around so he could lay beside him. He hadn't noticed before, but Bruce’s chest was heaving like he was trying to catch his breath after holding it. It took Edward a moment, but he soon realized that he had probably been covering Bruce’s nose. He sat up on his arm, so he could face Bruce while he caught his breath.
Before he could lean in for a kiss, Bruce interrupted him with an out-of-breath mumble. “Still messy.”
Edward couldn't help but laugh, before reaching his hand up to brush some of Bruce’s sticky hair out of his face in reassurance. “I’m okay with that, Bruce.” He smiled as he leaned in to press a kiss to the side of Bruce’s mouth, which was still open from his gasping. “You mind if I repay the favor?” Edward asked softly as he pulled away.
“I just need a minute..” Bruce answered, his cheeks flooding with a new wave of pink as he composed himself, and had enough sense now that he couldn't help but be embarrassed for how easily Edward had debased him.
“Take your time, it's fine.” Edward’s lip curled up in a devious smirk. “And Bruce?”
“Hm?”
“You were such a good boy for me tonight.”