A deep, ardent kiss, then, Bruce wordlessly - and breathlessly - expression his gratitude for that. I trust you. He thinks that might be better than hearing the-l-word, which, while incredible and sometimes unbelievable, does not solve as many problems or cement as many foundations, or leave either so vulnerable. Trust is the real deadly one.
When he breaks it, he has to catch his breath, but that's easy for someone who paces his own heartbeat. Barely any abnormal roughness to his voice (even though he'd been letting Clark knock his tonsils out a minute ago).
"And I trust you. I trust that when you fuck me, you're going to feel too good to talk yourself out of it." Teeth against his jaw, biting harder than simply teasing. Holding for a moment, lingering pressure. "I trust that no matter how much you let go when we're like this, that you'd never hurt me when the light's out."
A little raw and emotional, a little pornographic. Bruce kisses down his throat, finds his adam's apple to suck on, runs his hand over one pec and the abused nipple there. Thumbing over it, drawing around it. Seeing how sore he is from the clothespins, enjoying the raised, warm feeling of his skin.
no subject
When he breaks it, he has to catch his breath, but that's easy for someone who paces his own heartbeat. Barely any abnormal roughness to his voice (even though he'd been letting Clark knock his tonsils out a minute ago).
"And I trust you. I trust that when you fuck me, you're going to feel too good to talk yourself out of it." Teeth against his jaw, biting harder than simply teasing. Holding for a moment, lingering pressure. "I trust that no matter how much you let go when we're like this, that you'd never hurt me when the light's out."
A little raw and emotional, a little pornographic. Bruce kisses down his throat, finds his adam's apple to suck on, runs his hand over one pec and the abused nipple there. Thumbing over it, drawing around it. Seeing how sore he is from the clothespins, enjoying the raised, warm feeling of his skin.