Fanfic50 - 009. Dirty
Title: Stop
Fandom: Batman Begins
Characters: Jonathan Crane/Bruce Wayne
Prompt: 009. Dirty
Word Count: 196
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Bruce wants Jonathan to relax.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
"Fuck." He pulled away from Bruce, scrubbing frantically at his neck. "I told you not to do that."
"I don't get you, Crane. I can kiss your lips but not your neck? Why not?"
"I don't like the way it feels."
Bruce advanced, grasping the wrist attached to the scrubbing hand. "If you'd only relax..."
"Stop it."
But Bruce wouldn't let go. He grasped the other wrist and pressed his chest to Jonathan's.
"I'm serious, Wayne."
Bruce silenced him with a kiss, and Jonathan couldn't help but lean into it. When Bruce's lips reached his neck, he only closed his eyes. And when they reached his arousal, he moaned. The lips encircled him, moving forward and backward, forward and backward.
"Wayne, please, stop..."
Bruce pulled away. "Stop calling me Wayne," he said. "And I'm not going to stop until you come."
"I won't come."
"You will."
Jonathan held it back as long as he could, but soon he was bucking and moaning and jerking with every muscle. When he was done, Bruce stood and turned his back to him.
"I won't make you do me this time," he said, an underlying strain in the words.
He was gone before Jonathan could thank him.
Fandom: Batman Begins
Characters: Jonathan Crane/Bruce Wayne
Prompt: 009. Dirty
Word Count: 196
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Bruce wants Jonathan to relax.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
"Fuck." He pulled away from Bruce, scrubbing frantically at his neck. "I told you not to do that."
"I don't get you, Crane. I can kiss your lips but not your neck? Why not?"
"I don't like the way it feels."
Bruce advanced, grasping the wrist attached to the scrubbing hand. "If you'd only relax..."
"Stop it."
But Bruce wouldn't let go. He grasped the other wrist and pressed his chest to Jonathan's.
"I'm serious, Wayne."
Bruce silenced him with a kiss, and Jonathan couldn't help but lean into it. When Bruce's lips reached his neck, he only closed his eyes. And when they reached his arousal, he moaned. The lips encircled him, moving forward and backward, forward and backward.
"Wayne, please, stop..."
Bruce pulled away. "Stop calling me Wayne," he said. "And I'm not going to stop until you come."
"I won't come."
"You will."
Jonathan held it back as long as he could, but soon he was bucking and moaning and jerking with every muscle. When he was done, Bruce stood and turned his back to him.
"I won't make you do me this time," he said, an underlying strain in the words.
He was gone before Jonathan could thank him.