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"You're not gonna drive the Batmobile." Bruce, still in suit but his cowl cast aside. kept eyes locked with his peculiar companion. Ghostmaker was.. a handfull sometimes. But the vigilante would be lying if he said he wasn't fond of the other.
"You should let me drive the Batmobile." Ghostmaker encouraged, one hand slowly sliding over closer towards the keys sitting on the desk holding the batcomputer. Ghost was sitting next to Bruce in a pull out office chair that probably didn't belong in the cave.
"Listen, Khoa, I will trust you with a lot of things. My life, my past, my secrets, but not my car." He quickly placed his hand over the keys, looking at him with a simple exhausted smirk. "And I don't care how much you beg, puppy dog face won't work."
The night's patrol had been relatively peaceful, only coming home with a few minor bruises and scratches. So they had gone home, waiting for the kids to finish their patrols.
"What if- hear me out-"
He shifted to be fully facing Bruce, hands spread out to his sides as his helmet stared at the other male with a fierce determination.
"I steal the Batmobile, paint it white and blue, and call it the Ghostmobile. If not that just means you're scared I'm a better driver than you."
His grin was audible, and his previously spread hands clenched into fists as he scooted his chair closer to Bruce. "Unwilling to admit I'm better than you, Brucie?"
"I wouldn't be, if you actually were better than me at something."
Sometimes, he couldn't tell if they were flirting or just reliving those glory days of youth. But with Ghostmaker was there really a difference? He was cocky, and goofy, and a little bit childish. but that was why he liked him. It always had been.
"How's about this. I let you drive, if you buy dinner tonight. That sound fair?"
"Im better than you at plenty of things. Like cooking. And fighting." He grinned under that helmet of his, finally taking it off and gently setting it on the desk beside him and sitting back, arms folded now. As he laughed gently at the last statement.
"You asking me out, Wayne?~"
"It wouldn't be the first time." Scooting a little closer, keyring wrapped around his middle finger, Bruce leaned forward with elbows on his knees. "It's been a long time since we spent this much time together. We're different people. Better people. I figure.. maybe we could give this another shot."
Bruce wasn't good at being vulnerable. Communication.. wasn't his strong suit. His entire love language was buying BatBurger for his kids every friday and giving Alfred a random weekend off every month. He couldn't express feelings with words. But he was trying.
Ghostmaker was silent for a really long moment. With the cloth wrapped around his eyes and no helmet showing him the outline of everything around him, he was literally blind, using nothing but the creak of Bruce's chair and how close his voice sounded to try and figure out where exactly he was. He leaned forward to have almost the same sitting position as Bruce, one hand going towards Bruce's only to loosely put a hand on the keyring and keep it there. "Yeah. We're not a couple of stupid boys in the desert contemplating life choices anymore." He joked, trying trying figure out just how close the two were between statements. Hint: very.
"Now we're grown men who dress up in costumes to beat people up at night, then race to Batburger with nothing to gain except diabetes and bragging rights." He chuckled again, the hand on the key ring gripping Bruce's whole hand now. "Fate has mysterious methods."
He laughed. It was soft, and warm- the kind of laugh that bubbled up from the pit of your belly and softly bloomed out the lips in waves. He let his hand grip Ghostmaker's, thumb gently grazing the skin of his wrist.
"I still have a lot of trouble believing in fate. You know that." Lifting his hand, Bruce brought his friend's wrist close to his face, the keys lightly jingling between their hands as he moved them. "But you make it a little easier," he mumbled, kissing Khoa's knuckle gently.
His face reddened, and he smiled brightly, his hand slowly moving to release his hand and gently rest on the underside of his jaw, thumb stroking his cheek gently as he smiled and brought their heads together in a very gentle gesture, foreheads and nose tips making light contact. "You're too charming for your own good, Brucie. Careful with that. You might make someone fall in love with you."
His grin was wide, and his other hand had moved to rest on Bruce's thigh, squeezing gently as their chairs slowly moved closer together as they both craved more contact.
"Maybe that's exactly the kind of trouble I want."
Dropping the keys back on the desk, Bruce leaned forward a bit further, his hands moving to Ghostmaker's sides with ease. He'd forgotten how much he missed this.
He moved to lift the smaller man onto his lap, lifting with his shoulders to pull the man up and over. "Do you remember Shanghai? Do you ever think about it? Kneeling over me like this? Because I still can't get that image out of my head.."
Khoa nearly flinched, but soon enough relaxed into the position and grinned. One hand finally went to gently pull of the spotless white cloth covering his eyes and set it on the desk to their side. When he was done, both arms wrapped around Bruce's neck, and his eyes peered down at the larger man below him, at least the best he could.
"More than you'd think. I remember you staring and admiring, praising.."
He trialed off slightly, eyes narrowing just a bit, as if challenging him, making this situation a little game. "Lots of things were good about Shanghai.." His hands moved, sliding down Bruce's chest and stomach, slipping under his shirt and coming back up. "Including you."
God, those eyes.. They haunted him in the best of ways. Bruce locked his gaze to that of the other man, grinning hungrily as the man began to pry off his shirt. It had been so long since those hands touched his skin, and it delighted him to feel the skin against his chest again.
"A lot's changed since then." He wrapped his fingers around the belt of Ghostmaker's pants, tugging him closer. "But Gods, are you still as beautiful as the day I met you.."
Carefully, with greedy eyes and and a fire in his belly, Bruce began to make deft work of his belt, then his fly. There was eagerness he had only felt with two other people, an eagerness that had given him a son once. But this time.. there was a sense of familiarity.
He knew Khoa's body. He knew the curves, dips, the way his body moved and twitched when he touched the right places. And Bruce was more than eager to hear the noises his old friend could make once again.
Ghostmaker bit his lip, pulling Bruce's shirt off fully before he got the chance to work at Ghost's pants. He was nearly frustrated at the tightness of Bruce's shirt, but it soon faded as Ghost tossed the shirt to the floor and leaned forward, giving Bruce the room to pull Ghost's pants off fully, or at least as much as they needed.
"Yeah, I am really pretty, aren't I?" He teased, finally leaning forward and placing a hungry kiss on Bruce's lips, hands fumbling with Bruce's pants too, now that Ghost's own were off. "These need to go. ASAP." He huffed, smirking to himself as he lifted up, to give Bruce more room to shift them off. "They're in the crossfire." He chuckled, still staring down and struggling slightly with his pants, waiting on Bruce to help himself too.
His pants slid off with relative ease, and the man;s array of scars were in full view to the other as cotton and kevlar hit the floor. Their bodies, both masterpieces that told a thousand stories.
When last he'd looked upon the other man, they had both been younger, more naive. Their love had been frenzied, youthful, and carnal. But now, staring at Khoa with adulation, all Bruce wanted was to take it slow. To savor this, to savor him.
He was already hard- a heat radiating off his body that had become all too familiar. But Bruce Wayne was not one to half ass his lovemaking, not like that. If he was going to do this, he needed to give Khoa everything he had. His attention, his worship- all of it.
Bruce ran his hands carefully over Khoa's ass, massaging the thickest parts of his cheeks in rough circles. "Are you gonna behave yourself?" he teased, frodding against him.
Joon shuttered slightly and leaned back into the hands on his ass, letting his eyes close and he swallowed a noise that was suspiciously close to a whimper. Rather than answering Bruce right away, Khoa let his eyes open, and the twinkle in them showed nothing if not mischief and trouble.
He swiftly slid out of Bruce's grasp and onto his knees infront of Bruce's chair, hands hooking around the other man's knees to tug him forward just a bit, so that Khoa had easy access to Bruce's crotch. Looking up from his position on the ground, he placed an open mouth kiss on Bruce's member through the thin fabric, and he winked before finally responding to the previous question. "I'll be a good boy. Promise."
His breath hitched, but Bruce simply lifted his lip in a smirk. "Then go on. Take me back to Shanghai, Khoa. Like a good boy."
He tugged down the boxers, revealing a modest length that radiated heat to the touch. Bruce had no ego about his body- he knew his manhood was of rather average size, but he also had no need to obsess over size either. He had plenty of ways to satisfy his lovers that didn't require such simple tools.
But any skilled man, knew how to use the simple tools just as effectively.
Khoa smiled real wide when Bruce's length sprang free from its cotton confines. He hummed to himself, licking his lips slowly as he retained eye contact with Bruce. Khoa's focus went back to the member aching in front of his face soon enough, and he took the head in his mouth, sucking lightly, tongue toying with the slit.
One of the best things about Khoa in bed was his mouth, and no one could deny that, especially when Khoa pulled off with a wet pop, only to trail sloppy kisses and expert tongue work from the base to up the rest of Bruce's shaft. It wasn't long before he was working the head again, though that didn't last long either as he practically swallowed Bruce whole, not a gag to be heard as the tip poked the back of Khoa's throat, and his head bobbed back up in a torturously slow pace.
He leaned his head back against the chair, exhaling sharply through his teeth. "God damn.. That smart mouth is still good for a lot more than talking smack.."
Arching his back, Bruce looked down at his lover with a smug delight. This was a sight he had missed- those beautiful eyes, looking up at him as the man taunted his most sensitive parts. Even as he teased and tormented Bruce, there was some small hint of body worship to the way Khoa gave fellatio. And he loved it.
He reached out, running a hand through Khoa's thick hair. Bruce rocked his hips to the pace of his lover's motions, bucking every now and again. The tension, the bliss of it. Bruce was in heaven. "Shiiiit.. You are so pretty when you're sucking me off.."
Khoa smiled as much as he could given the situation, and hummed around Bruce, his mouth making the most lewd and delicious slurping sounds as his head bobbed up and down his shaft in that slow, yet oh so satisfying pace.
Despite how well he was working Bruce's cock, his impatience combined with the ache of his own length caused him to pull off of Bruce's shaft with another lewd, wet pop noise and a quick smooch to the head before he was getting back on to his feet and plopping back in Bruce's lap. "If I don't have something inside me within the next two minutes I am leaving." He threatened with a smile, lips plump and pink, hair slightly disheveled, one of his own hands slowly stroking himself in an attempt to satisfy that ache some.
"Careful, Khoa. You promised you'd be good, remember?"
But even so, Bruce pulled his lover in close, careful hands reaching to spread the other's ass with gentle, firm hands. Khoa had always been just as meticulously clean as Bruce, and for that the man was grateful- using the generous lubrication to tease and prod him, barely slipping his head inside.
"If you ask me very nicely, I'll reward you," Bruce said, voice now a harsh, deep whisper. One hand trailed up his back, right up to Khoa's scalp as the larger man grasped his lover's hair by the roots and pulled just slightly. "Now, how do we ask for what we want?"
Khoa shuttered just a bit, biting his lip as he let out a small whimper, trying to push his ass further down into Bruce, but his attempts were futile. He panted at his hair behind pulled, even if it was only slight.
"Please please, Brucie~" He begged, the one hand pumping himself speeding up just slightly. "I need to feel you inside me- I want you to fill me up and use me like that's all I was put on this planet for, Brucie please." He begged, whimpering slightly as his mouth hung out slightly, his hips still attempting to grind down.
"Good boy."
Carefully pushing himself fully into his lover, Bruce began to slowly bounce the man on his lap in steady, evenly paced strokes. It was like a metronome of lust, Bruce growling with a selfish hunger into the other male's ear. "Shit, babe. I had almost forgotten how good you feel on me.. "
The heat, the friction- it was all a perfect symphony to him. The moans that slipped from his perfect pink lips mixed with huffs and the sound of Khoa's beautiful voice. He loved this. He loved the feeling of someone so close to him, riding his length in a carnal, desperate attempt to reach blissful satisfaction.
Khoa let out a long moan, higher pitched than he would ever admit it to be. He leaned forward to give Bruce better access, grinding his hips down in time with Bruce's thrusts in order to let him have more friction, give him something more.
Khoa liked it rough. He liked to be pinned down and ploughed into so hard and so fast that coherent thought was foreign to him and it wasn't good enough until he had bruises on his ass and he could barely walk the day after. He made that want, that need, blatant when he slammed his hips down onto Bruce suddenly, whispering into his ear, begging for more, though this time around he was a bit more teasing, almost challenging. "This it?" He asked simply, biting back a moan. "Don't tell me you're goin--.. going soft on me?~"
The sound he let could only be described as carnal, as Bruce sunk his nails deep into the flesh of Khoa's ass. "You want rough? I'll give it to you."
There was a hunger, a look of lust only few had seen as Bruce rose from his chair, still holding his lover up and picking up the pace. And with an irreverent smirk, he laid Khoa face-up on the desk, moving to press his knees to his shoulders.
If Khoa wanted rough, he'd get it- pinned in a breeding press as the larger man gave in to animalistic desire. It was a barrage of vicious thrusts, his nails clawing at the meat of Khoa's thighs. "Fuuuck.. mouthy little whore.. You're a good boy but you really need to learn your place."
Khoa had a shit eating grin up until the moment he was practically folded in half, to which he let out a gasp, soon trailing off into breathless moans, head all but slamming back against the desk underneath him as his hands gripped the edge of the desk hard enough to turn his knuckles white.
His mouth was practically permanently agape, tears staining his eyes in the best way possible as he muttered and moaned out a combination of curses and Bruce's name and just pure incoherence.
When Bruce finally slammed into his prostate, though, his moans became loud enough that surely most everyone upstairs could hear. His mind blurred, the only thing he could think of was the twisting heat in his lower belly and the feeling of being used like this was his only purpose, the feeling of Bruce slamming into him with no remorse. "shi-iit- I'm- fuck." He managed to get out, unable to finish his sentence, but i don't think you need to be a genius to figure out what he meant.
The pacing stopped when Bruce felt himself boiling over. The feeling of Khoa's insides tight around him as he came was all the man needed to finally push him over the edge- that satisfaction, that knowledge that he still knew his body so well only feeding Bruce's ego.
As he came, Bruce raked his nails up the other man's legs and leaned down. A quiet "Good boy," whispered as Bruce, tenderly, kissed him with a passion he'd held onto for decades. He gently pulled out, cradling against Khoa with a smile.
"What's that about going soft?"
After he came, he clenched around Bruce tighter until he was filled with warmth and the satisfaction of knowing that was one of the only few people able to bring Bruce to this.. carnal of a state. He hummed into their kiss, forehead sweat stained and hair an utter mess as be gently wrapped his arms around Bruce's neck and chuckled slightly, sitting up with a small wince. "You were rougher in Shanghai."
His words were practically hollow as he leaned all his bodyweight on Bruce, catching his breath as he laughed gently. "Still, though. I'm glad I'm back. I'm glad we're back.."
"I was sloppier in Shanghai too.." he joked, burrowing his face into the crook of his neck.
Bruce had trouble admitting certain things. His feelings were usually one of them. But here, in this moment, he felt safe. Safe and wanted, and.. happy. And before he could stop himself. The words came like a waterfall.
"I never stopped loving you, Khoa. Not for a moment."