Dec 21, 2011 15:07
Opening his aching eyelids, Bruce was blinded by some kind of light that shone down upon him. It took the billionaire a few moments to adjust to his surroundings, and when he did, he realized he was in a vibrant red room and stripped of his Batman armor, which rested neatly on a chair nearby. He was left only in a wife-beater and his boxers.
His body ached too much to even move, but that wasn’t what bothered him. There was some kind of uncomfortable warmth in the air that made it harder to breathe and that made him sweaty all over, and it wasn’t long before his placid dick made its presence known by throbbing and standing at attention, craving for friction. Coughing, Bruce reached for his bedside table for the icy glass of water that waited for him. Within two sips, the frothy drink had been emptied, and he put the empty glass back down on the bedside table, lying back down on the pillow. His body was too feeble to investigate at the moment, and his heart raced in his chest.
[ooc: I gave to you Nolanverse Bruce Wayne/Batman. I hope I did this right, as I’ve never posted an entry like this before. D: Anyhow, I’d definitely prefer writing m/m with him, but anything is fine. All crossovers within the realms of plausibility are welcome, but I’d rather not have characters below the age of 16 with him. Violent sex is always welcomed. ;)]
pairing: m/*,
series: batman