Interlude
By
K9
As
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.
I
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.
He
entered me roughly. No apologies, no need for words, just raw passion unleashed
between two men.
His
face, usually so impassive, was now a picture of lust, and desire.
Oh,
how I love to see him this way; the real man behind the mask.
We
climaxed together. The world stopped turning, and I'm sure I heard every man's
god whisper my name.
I
soon realized that my back was raw; the stone floor of the Batcave was not the
most comfortable place for sex.
Lying
beside me, Bruce gasped for breath.
"Nice
greeting, Bruce," I chuckled, "Most people just say 'Hi'."
"Arthur,
are you complaining?" he asked.
"Not
at all, old friend." I sighed with satisfaction, "So, how about you
take me to bed now?"
The
End