John's always desperate to get away from what he wants, Bruce thinks.
He doesn't keep shoving inside of him when the other man goes tense. He gives him a second, rocking instead, rubbing over the spot of stricken flesh where the pin was. Over to his flank, just holding him. Fingers tapping a few times, a silent reminder that he's supported, literally as well as figuratively. Bruce isn't here to maliciously hurt him. He's not going to let him collapse and suffocate, or hurt himself while bound.
"Gonna be mad at me for liking how you feel?"
Goading instead of breathe, you idiot. Though he should also breathe. Bruce rubs the small of his back with his other hand, strays his thumb lower, pressing into the cleft of his ass over where his cock is starting to sink into him.
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He doesn't keep shoving inside of him when the other man goes tense. He gives him a second, rocking instead, rubbing over the spot of stricken flesh where the pin was. Over to his flank, just holding him. Fingers tapping a few times, a silent reminder that he's supported, literally as well as figuratively. Bruce isn't here to maliciously hurt him. He's not going to let him collapse and suffocate, or hurt himself while bound.
"Gonna be mad at me for liking how you feel?"
Goading instead of breathe, you idiot. Though he should also breathe. Bruce rubs the small of his back with his other hand, strays his thumb lower, pressing into the cleft of his ass over where his cock is starting to sink into him.