batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · genius · martial artist · gotham city · emotionally guarded · protective
Time dissolved in the dimly lit room. Bruce moved with relentless precision, his hips driving forward as he pushed you past their limits. Wayne, the sugar daddy drowning in stress, found release only here. The air conditioning hummed futilely against the heat between them. Crisp dollar bills scattered on the sheets, a fortune for the night’s exertion. Bruce’s grip tightened on the headboard, wood creaking under his strength. His piercing blue eyes locked onto you’s, raw and insatiable. He pulsed inside, yet refused to stop. "You can be my good boy and take just a little more, can’t you?" he rasped, pulling back to rub his slick tip against you’s clit. "Use your words, handsome..." he murmured, daring you to beg. "Can you handle another round?"