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Bruce should be on his way to dine with Gotham Opera’s newest rising star, but Dick’s apartment lies on the way. It is only right to take the detour, even if Dick likes to call these surprise visits a breach of trust. Bruce disagrees. He trusts his son. He doesn't trust anyone else with his son.
Not having to share his living space with anyone during his college years was one of the privileges Bruce could give Dick. While Dick had initially fought against living off campus, he had eventually agreed, especially when Bruce had made sure the apartment would only be a short walk away. Dick could still participate in all the extracurriculars he liked, while Bruce had the freedom to check his son’s comings and goings. Bruce had to bargain to get the apartment, and installing a suitable security system had been expensive. He had been forced to put his foot down when confronted by a frustrated Lucius Fox, but no amount of Bruce's money or time would ever be too much to give to Dick. Some people still had trouble recognizing that fact.
A pile of unopened mail sits on the small table in the narrow foyer of his son's apartment. Bruce spies them right away as he enters and flips through them. Dick is usually a diligent and responsible young man, so much so in fact, every deviation from that ideal makes Bruce's chest tighten.
Bruce leaves everything where it is except the electric bill. It wasn't supposed to be with Dick anyway. He'll have to make clear to Alfred that going behind his back like this isn't an option. Dick doesn't need to pay his living expenses from his trust fund. His parents would not want him to waste their money on something so trivial, not when Bruce can provide all of it.
Light spills out beneath Dick's bedroom door, only visible because Bruce is still moving through the dark. Dick has not drawn the curtains yet. The moonlight shining through the secured class windows is enough to guide his way. For a moment, he soothes his mood by taking in the accomplishments and trophies lining the wall.
The faintest of noises can be heard from inside the bedroom, and Bruce opens the door to the sight of a woman spread out on his son's bed, biting her red and plump bottom lip as she jerkily pushes a bumpy blue toy in and out of herself, wavy long hair building a wild halo around her and lace barely hiding any part of her glowing bronze skin.
Her manicured hand claws into her flexing thigh as she holds herself open for the camera on a tripod standing at the end of the bed. The other leg is hiked up so high that her knee pushes into the mattress next to her shoulder, foot pointed elegantly. The violent grasp on her own skin reminds Bruce of how enticing Dick’s thighs look every summer as he encourages Bruce to join him in the pool with a smile, water gliding down his bronze skin in entrancing lines while dark shorts cling to the curve of his bewitching cock.
Bruce doesn’t know when he decides to move. He merely hears the camera crash to the ground, sees blue eyes widen, Dick trying to hold him off, but Bruce pins him by his throat, pressing his weight against his legs and grabbing the dildo to push it in until Dick gasps out a pitiful whimper.
"Have you lost your damn mind ?" Bruce spits into his face. Dick's face only turns more pained. The sweaty body radiates an unbelievable heat. Bruce can feel lube trickling onto his thumb. Dick's teary eyes and quick little pants just make his slacks grow tighter.
"Bruce—"
"Have you? " Bruce growls, knuckles white around the dildo he still punishingly presses into him.
Dick squeezes his eyes shut, chin tugged to his chest. He tries to make himself small, and Bruce won’t allow it. He catches the hand trying to cover his crotch, letting the dildo go in favor of keeping him exposed. Dick's cock has neatly been pushed into a little cage, pink heart-chain dangling down from it. Bruce takes a controlled breath, not standing up, remaining between his charge's spread legs, trying not to do anything he regrets as his nails dig into his boy's neck.
Slowly, he loosens his grip, settling down onto his hunches and freeing Dick’s bruising wrist too. It stays where he pinned it as Dick looks to the side in shame. All he wears is a lacy garter belt. The straps make his twitching muscles even more visible. The half emerged toy sticks to the bed, lube froths.
“Bruce, can—”
Dick’s mouth closes with a click, body trembling as Bruce pushes a hand beneath his quivering thigh, caressing the soft lace as he exposes the wet and swollen hole. The only thing worse would be seeing him drip with another man's cum.
Bruce keeps his gaze on his face, the wet growing eyes, as he unbuckles his belt. The loud click causes Dick’s eyes to widen, smeared red lips parting in silent terror.
Dick sizes up just as Bruce frees his belt, shoving him back down with a harsh grip back around his throat. The manicured nails scrape at his wrist, leaving red welts Bruce could not care less about. He brings down the makeshift whip. Dick gasps, then whimpers— screams with every subsequent harsher growing crack against his sensitive skin, but white trails down from his caught little cock. Wet drops fly with every hit to the vulnerable tip. More emerging with a betraying gush as the leather cracks against his winking rim.
Bruce pins him down by forcing his belt between his teeth. Dick's eyes widen a fraction as Bruce pushes against him, his open slacks not enough to hold him, cock bulging his underwear. His knees keep his son’s legs apart.
“Free me,” Bruce commands. The tears spill as Dick mutely stares up at him, and Bruce growls. “Free. Me.”
Dick's trembling hands feel cool against his burning skin, but they get to work, every touch a blessing as the nimble hands push down his underwear and take his cock in hand. Dick tries to evade his gaze as Bruce keeps his head brutally down, lips twisting, wetting the Italian leather with a sob.
“Guide me into you.”
Bruce slides his knees down his bruising thighs, feeling more than seeing Dick raise them. The shaking hands guide him nearer to the overheated entrance. He brushes against the fully emerged toy, annoyance flaring at the reminder of its existence, but then he is sinking into him, the silky heat of his son embracing him easily. A moan escapes him. He tightens his grip around the belt, and then he is fully inside him. Finally.
Dick blinks up at him, mascara messily running down his cheeks; lips bruised from the leather keeping them apart. He has never looked more worthy of receiving Bruce’s cum.
Bruce starts slow; gentle thrust after thrust parting his tight body until it loosens and the apprehension in Dick’s eyes grows into reluctant pleasure.
He turns more forceful once Dick lets out a little moan, skin clapping harsher and faster together as drool drips out of the violated mouth, legs trembling around him with every deep thrust and punished little cock sticking up against Bruce’s stomach with new heat.
Bruce comes with a deep thrust up that deforms the taut little belly, hips jerking forward a couple of times more before he is truly empty.
Satisfied, Bruce nips at his son’s sweaty neck, cum trickling out of the pulsing heat.
Opening his balled hand hurts from gripping the belt too harshly, but it is a small price to pay for getting to force a finger into the sloppy hole next to his cock to fully feel the seed he left in him.
Dick's trembling hands grasp his shoulders, twisting into his suit jacket, and Bruce he bites down, hard and punishing, before Dick can think of truly pushing him away. Dick arches against him with a harsh gasp, scrambling, ripping, and crying out shrilly as Bruce locks his jaw cruelly.
Bruce lets off before he breaks the skin, rubbing the tender, deep red indents as he slips out of the sullied hole, retrieving his phone from his pocket.
"Don't."
Dick’s voice is wet. It trembles. Capturing the moment of fresh tears welling up in Dick’s eyes, capturing how flushed and used he looks would be a pleasure, but there will be time for that later when Bruce is truly done with him.
Bruce puts his phone down next to them, the name of his secretary on the display. Dick’s hands fist in the sheets, gaze skipping from his phone to him and back in fear. Bruce parts the shaking legs wider, holding the silky straps of the garter belt between his hands as he dips his head to lick the sensitive slit. Dick shouts out, legs kicking but not at him. Sounds muting as Dick tries to keep them behind closed lips, wounded sounds fitting his wound-tight body.
"Good evening, Mr. Wayne."
"Good evening, Clarice," Bruce says between licks, voice deeply vibrating against the burning skin and fingers playing with the caught balls as he watches Dick's eyes roll back. "Please cancel my date."
Bruce kisses up Dick's pupic mount, over the jerking stomach while sinking two fingers into his creamed hole. Dick throws his head with gritted teeth as Bruce finds his prostate, rubbing his seed deeper into him. Eyes squeezed shut, he still looks pretty; lashes so thick and dark.
"Would you like me to reschedule?"
"No need," Bruce says, thumping Dick's lips apart, sure that the whimper carries over the line. They pulse hotly beneath his touch. "I've found another woman to play with."
"That's wonderful news, Mr. Wayne," Clarice says. Her exuberance never fails to delight Bruce. "Should I block this timeslot periodically?"
"Make it every two days," Bruce says, leaving a bite mark around Dick's nipple as he holds him down with his weight. "This one needs to learn the rules."
"Ah, certainly, Mr. Wayne. Consider it done," she chirps, cutting the line.
Bruce licks at the hard nipple beneath his mouth, one hand still between his legs, the other keeping Dick’s trembling hand down, fingers forcefully interlocked.
"What else have you sold?" Bruce murmurs into his sternum. The shape of his breasts is manly, but the plumpness makes his chest appear as soft as any woman's bosom. “Could I find you used up in some glory hole next time I go looking for you? Drugged out on a rich man’s cock?"
Bruce grasps his ass, hauling him back in as he tries to scoot away. Bruce takes it as a confession. Dick’s heartbeat flutters too fast.
"Where did I go wrong in raising you?" Bruce whispers into the hollow of his throat, tracing the metal cage with his thumb.
"B—Bruce…"
He kisses his jaw, the heated wet cheek, tasting the mascara.
"Don’t blame me now," Bruce murmurs, rubbing the aching balls until Dick’s swollen lips part for another pained gasp. “You know I like to discipline the naughty ones.”
Bruce finds Dick's stash of toys beneath his pillow, clicking on the magic wand to his boy's distress and lightly gracing his cock. Dick jerks beneath him, throwing his head as he bites on his bruised knuckles once more. Bruce captures both of his wrists in one hand to kiss him harshly, pressing the vibrating wand harder against him as he refuses to open up.
Bruce forces him to choke on his tongue and only lets off the swollen lips once Dick is fully crying, wetly gasping into his mouth from the overstimulation, cock so swollen and wet in its cage, it looks like a ripe fruit. The magic wand draws wet strings as Bruce angles it away.
"Don't go behind my back again."
Dick blinks at him dumbly, tears streaking his swollen cheeks, sweat netting his body, a tremble of exhaustion turning him pliant, though his cock still twitches.
“Give me confirmation, Dick.”
Dick’s eyes roam, and Bruce shocks Dick's mind clear by cruelly pinching a nipple between his fingers.
“I understand,” his voice is thin and rough from the crying and the pressure Bruce put on his airways. Bruce had already forgotten about the latter.
“Good,” Bruce says, letting go of his chest to grasp his neck. His tired boy isn’t strong enough to resist as he is dragged off the bed. Dick stares up at him, knees on the wooden ground and bruised hands twisted into his slacks. The belt has caused his lips to grow red from abrasion; the corners swollen too.
“Go on. You know how to suck a cock.”
Dick’s gaze lowers, another tremble rushing through his body, but he closes his bruised eyes and parts his lips, tentative tongue slipping out to lick at him. Bruce fills out again in no time, groaning as the skilled mouth lets him sink into the wet heat. Bruce hums in approval as the puffy lips brush against his pelvis, nose skimming his pubic bone. He massages his neck while holding him flush against his pelvis, watching the gentle curve of his back get accentuated by the long locks and obscene swell of his ass, cheeks plumply spilling out beneath the lace.
Like this, Bruce realizes with sudden clarity, Dick is the most desirable woman he has ever had, ever wanted to possess. The thought is thrilling and new. Dick, he never dared to touch, but like this, Bruce thinks as he forces Dick’s head off with a thumb in his lipstick-smudged mouth— like this, Dick can truly be his.