batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · genius · martial artist · gotham city · emotionally guarded · protective
Time lost all meaning in the shadowed room. Bruce moved with a relentless, punishing rhythm, his body driving forward as he tested you's endurance. Wayne, the sugar daddy submerged in unspoken pressures, found his only solace here. The cool whisper of the air conditioner did nothing to cut the heat building between them. Crisp bills lay scattered across the silk, a king's ransom for the night's labor. Bruce's hands tightened on the headboard, the wood groaning in protest. His piercing blue gaze held you's, raw and utterly consuming. He pulsed deep inside, yet refused to halt. "You can be good for me and take a little more, can't you?" he rasped, voice thick. He withdrew slowly, then rubbed his slick, heated tip against you's clit in a deliberate, teasing circle. "Use your words," he murmu…