his naked skin brushed mine, I shivered. His weight pressed down onto my body,
and I just wanted him to melt into me. His hands slid through my long hair,
gently tugging it, until I gasped. The heat between us was almost unbearable, as
he held me down, forcing my hands above my head. I wanted him so badly, that it
hurt. My body ached with need, and he smiled, knowing that his deliberations
were causing such exquisite torture.
yearned to slide my tongue over him, to taste his skin, so damp with sweat. I
could almost hear the blood, coursing through him, pounding at his brain,
filling his cock to full hardness, but I remained still, allowing him control.
entered me roughly. No apologies, no need for words, just raw passion unleashed
between two men.
face, usually so impassive, was now a picture of lust, and desire.
how I love to see him this way; the real man behind the mask.
climaxed together. The world stopped turning, and I'm sure I heard every man's
god whisper my name.
soon realized that my back was raw; the stone floor of the Batcave was not the
most comfortable place for sex.
beside me, Bruce gasped for breath.
greeting, Bruce," I chuckled, "Most people just say 'Hi'."
are you complaining?" he asked.
at all, old friend." I sighed with satisfaction, "So, how about you
take me to bed now?"