Well, he didn't have too much time to plan this. But Batman is always prepared.
The lubrication is cold, slick, oil-based; no fear of ruining bedsheets, with his expendable income. He warms it up by working it into John, steady and practiced. Massaging him open and stretching him while only giving him any pressure where he'd like it best incidentally. He spills the oil on the small of his back, strokes it down, rubs his erection against it there, the head of his cock pressing against John's balls between his legs, taking his time in a way that suggests he's checked out of reality, for at least a second. Absently enjoying himself, apparently oblivious for taking a glacial fucking age.
(His relationships - such as they are - have ever remained painted in quick meetings and shadowed truths. Desperate encounters on rooftops, leaving before dawn, comping hotel rooms and vanishing. The longer he says the more dangerous it is. Not just for the scars, the bruises, the damning evidence, but for what he might feel. Drawing it out is a rare luxury that threatens real intimacy. But it's as much of a drug as the alcohol had been.)
And then his fingers are clear, and he's rubbing himself against the rim of his hole, tugging lightly at that clench of muscle. Bruce leans over and snags a pin off one nipple without warning, and then pushes.
no subject
The lubrication is cold, slick, oil-based; no fear of ruining bedsheets, with his expendable income. He warms it up by working it into John, steady and practiced. Massaging him open and stretching him while only giving him any pressure where he'd like it best incidentally. He spills the oil on the small of his back, strokes it down, rubs his erection against it there, the head of his cock pressing against John's balls between his legs, taking his time in a way that suggests he's checked out of reality, for at least a second. Absently enjoying himself, apparently oblivious for taking a glacial fucking age.
(His relationships - such as they are - have ever remained painted in quick meetings and shadowed truths. Desperate encounters on rooftops, leaving before dawn, comping hotel rooms and vanishing. The longer he says the more dangerous it is. Not just for the scars, the bruises, the damning evidence, but for what he might feel. Drawing it out is a rare luxury that threatens real intimacy. But it's as much of a drug as the alcohol had been.)
And then his fingers are clear, and he's rubbing himself against the rim of his hole, tugging lightly at that clench of muscle. Bruce leans over and snags a pin off one nipple without warning, and then pushes.