[DRABBLE] -- Stark/Wayne.
Title: Hush.
Author: carnality, posting under her RP account because she's a lazy turd.
Fandoms: Iron Man/Batman (Nolanverse)
Pairing: Tony Stark/Bruce Wayne
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Not my character and not for profit, just my words.
Summary: I originally wrote this for a kink meme prompt anddd decided to expand a bit; it was primarily based on the interactions between Tony and Bruce at dramadramaduck.
Bruce had never been vocal, he'd never offered more than grunts of effort, sharp inhales, growled moans; Tony knew this because Tony was the same way. The few times they'd clashed, it'd just been clawing, biting, angry and never ending. Tony enjoyed the battle for control and he ultimately enjoyed ending out on top. After their first time, he was sure they'd never fuck again; Bruce hadn't talked to him for a week.
And then the taunts renewed and they repeated this, over and over, emotionlessly but for how fiercely they desired each other. Did that count? Both agreed it didn't. Simpler that way. They'd eye each other, challenging, taunting. Bruce Wayne liked it rough and Tony Stark liked it rougher; it was always trying to one up each other, trying to prove some unsaid point. Who was better, bigger, faster, harder. Tony never lost.
It'd been a chore to get him into the shower this time but once they were, it was a flurry of hands and flesh, shoving each other to walls almost as hard as they crashed their lips together, friction disturbed only by the water. Bruce, tight lipped, gasped and writhed as Tony managed to pin him to the shower wall, the hands that'd been shoving him before now slinging around his shoulders, hands diving into his hair to drag him forward into a hungry kiss.
Admittedly, Stark was never particularly fond of being with men for the fact that it made him work more than he was comfortable with to get what he, himself wanted. With Bruce, what he wanted confused him because well, he was assured the only man he'd ever be satisfied with in bed was himself and yet here he was, fumbling to fill him entirely. With others it was about himself, with Bruce? With Bruce, he was... He wasn't sure he was but he never wanted to please a woman as much as he did Batman. Maybe it was an ego thing; he liked the thought of that. From Iron Man to Batman, I can do this better than you.
Bruce rocked with the thrusts, Tony hissed moans against his shoulder and as he came, he made sure Bruce cried out his name-- a strangled, growled cry but it was more noise than he'd garnered before. They probably wouldn't talk for a month after this but in the warmth and steam of the shower, as they kissed lazy in wordless thank you, they both realized it was completely worth it.
They'd never admit it and they were okay with that.
Author: carnality, posting under her RP account because she's a lazy turd.
Fandoms: Iron Man/Batman (Nolanverse)
Pairing: Tony Stark/Bruce Wayne
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Not my character and not for profit, just my words.
Summary: I originally wrote this for a kink meme prompt anddd decided to expand a bit; it was primarily based on the interactions between Tony and Bruce at dramadramaduck.
Bruce had never been vocal, he'd never offered more than grunts of effort, sharp inhales, growled moans; Tony knew this because Tony was the same way. The few times they'd clashed, it'd just been clawing, biting, angry and never ending. Tony enjoyed the battle for control and he ultimately enjoyed ending out on top. After their first time, he was sure they'd never fuck again; Bruce hadn't talked to him for a week.
And then the taunts renewed and they repeated this, over and over, emotionlessly but for how fiercely they desired each other. Did that count? Both agreed it didn't. Simpler that way. They'd eye each other, challenging, taunting. Bruce Wayne liked it rough and Tony Stark liked it rougher; it was always trying to one up each other, trying to prove some unsaid point. Who was better, bigger, faster, harder. Tony never lost.
It'd been a chore to get him into the shower this time but once they were, it was a flurry of hands and flesh, shoving each other to walls almost as hard as they crashed their lips together, friction disturbed only by the water. Bruce, tight lipped, gasped and writhed as Tony managed to pin him to the shower wall, the hands that'd been shoving him before now slinging around his shoulders, hands diving into his hair to drag him forward into a hungry kiss.
Admittedly, Stark was never particularly fond of being with men for the fact that it made him work more than he was comfortable with to get what he, himself wanted. With Bruce, what he wanted confused him because well, he was assured the only man he'd ever be satisfied with in bed was himself and yet here he was, fumbling to fill him entirely. With others it was about himself, with Bruce? With Bruce, he was... He wasn't sure he was but he never wanted to please a woman as much as he did Batman. Maybe it was an ego thing; he liked the thought of that. From Iron Man to Batman, I can do this better than you.
Bruce rocked with the thrusts, Tony hissed moans against his shoulder and as he came, he made sure Bruce cried out his name-- a strangled, growled cry but it was more noise than he'd garnered before. They probably wouldn't talk for a month after this but in the warmth and steam of the shower, as they kissed lazy in wordless thank you, they both realized it was completely worth it.
They'd never admit it and they were okay with that.