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How long had it been now, perhaps two hours, maybe three or more with this sight before him. Spider-Man on display like this, on his back with wrists tightly bound and secured about his head. The bottom half of his costume removed to show off those strong thighs and that beautiful ass, not to mention that hard and flushed cock that had spent this entire time hard and aching but with no relief in sight. Stroked, groped, teased and edges again and again until the poor boy's compact, gorgeous body was flexing and squirming in desperation.

"Yes Spider-Man?" Ethan mused, his tone so casual and calm despite everything - fully dressed and well put together as he continued to toy with the young man's hard, dripping cock. "Something to say, hm? You seem to be all out of those quips and clever words of yours" He said, finally letting go of his cock again and gazing at him with those dark, patient eyes. "Look at me while you talk, manners."

He'd lost the ability to count a dozen edgings ago when release didn't come.

"Please.." he pleaded, pleasure making his body tense, legs spreading wider as he almost came again and had to dig his heels into the bed, pushing for more, "I'll do anything, just let me-let me cum, please.." he begged, lifting his head, masked eyes staring at the older man.

🍩    ⸻    seemed  like  the  lazy  kind  of  day.

nothing  much  happened  around  town  these  days  -  spare  the  occasional  late  night  disappearance  that  tended  to  kick  up  a  fuss  with  the  locals.  but  those  particular  cases  were  often  given  to  another  couple  of  deputies  who  hadn't  developed  the  habit  of  losing  their  batons  come  inspection  day.  instead  most  of  his  day  was  spent  chasing  off  the  usual  persistent  punks  trying  their  damndest  to  spray  up  the  place  with  graffitti.

the  resident  deputy  was  considering  calling  for  a  break  from  his  patrol  -  if  sitting  in  a  parked  car  signing  along  to  his  tunes  could  be  considered  patrolling  -  when  something  caught  his  eye.  something  suspicious.  suspicious  enough  to  provoke  him  into  an  on-foot  chase,  the  short  and  sweet  kind  that  ended  with  the  delinquent  in  cuffs  and  the  deputy  looking  mighty  proud  of  himself  for  his  efforts.

“you're  trying  to  tell  me  this  isn't  a  spray  can?”  he  asked,  smirk  of  doubt  on  his  clean-shaven  mug.  middle  of  a  pat  down  and  approaching  the  crotch  zone,  having  noticed  something  thick  and  cylindrical  straining  against  the  trousers.  course  the  deputy  lacks  the  common  sense  to  use  the  preferred  back-of-the-hand  method,  instead  groping  the  obvious  spray  can  smuggled  down  south.  “feels…  huh.  feels  a  little…  fleshy.”

Mostly because Harley didn't struggle, and was giggling as the strong hands were touching over him. "Oh," he said, wearing just a pair of loose cut-off denim shorts when the hand literally groped him instead of the usual pat, and he teased. "That's definitely a spray can, a really, really important one, Officer." Voice high, and playful.

"You could take it out and inspect it if you want, you want to be good when dealing with your lowly criminals like me, yeah?"

Clark hovered in the air behind Kara as he arched both of his eyebrows at the sight of him in those very, very mse shorts that did little to hide that perfect ass of his (technically older) cousin. He'd heard the other zooming around the planet in that rather *unique* way and come to see just what was clouding the other's mind. Clark himself was still wearing that bright blue and red suit, his tongue brushing along his lower lips as he finally let his feet touch the ground behind his cousin. The movement alone stopped "blocking those rays" the other seemed to seek.

The presence of his cousin should have tipped him off quickly but he was still surprised to see the bright red and blue when his eyes focused on who had cast the silouhette and blocked the sun from hitting his skin for recovery, not that he even needed it really. Bouncing on his feet a little, he looked at Kal-El with a soft, albeit frustrated, smile. "I'm not used to trying to be normal, I want to run and people get jumpy if I zoom too fast past them, I need so streeeetch," he added, lifting his arms up to show off his long, lean, muscular torso while also stretching in the best way he could in that moment.

Before he could stop himself, Garfield was pressing the shorter man into the brick wall. His fingers rolled the mark high enough for those perfect lips to be kissed aggressively. He wasn't nearly as strong as the hero but his body was definitely larger. Garfield used his size to wrap each muscular arm around the lean hero's body as they kissed.

The touch-starved hero was leaning into it too eagerly that his cheeks were red, the strong muscular arms around his own lean torso the perfect contrast and he found himself lifting his hips from the alley's brick wall, to press forward, finding the warmth of the man's with his own, while not breaking the kiss because that is when his mind would catch up and he'd need to leave.

“Are you lost?” The question was posed with a hint of humor. Bruce stood in the doorway, seemingly unbothered by the serious invasion of privacy. “I am quite fond of a bit of conversation before bringing someone here. Never hurts to know the person you're taking to your bedroom.” The host of the fundraiser stepped inside the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. Steel blue eyes studied the man who decided to make himself at home. Handsome, well-dressed, completely unfamiliar. Likely someone's plus one, likely someone with bad intentions. Bruce caught the stranger sneaking away from the main event and decided to follow, impressed by his silent and graceful movements despite his imposing physique. “Why don't you start talking? Starting with your name and explaining what on earth you are doing here.” Bruce made his way to the bar cart, pouring two glasses of whiskey. One was kept to himself while the other was handed to the intruder. “Don’t tell me the party was boring you.”

Sebastian had the place marked for weeks now, had been doing recon, surveillance, studying of blueprints, timing guards, everything that he could to find himself into the damn vault of the owner that was supposed to house his favourite: jewels. Countless of them, and that made the catburglar in him very, very happy for the pay day. Besides, who cared about the rich these days - no one.

What he hadn't expected was a handsome man pausing him, asking him with a literal wall of his own body in the doorway as he walked in and he had to be coy, suddenly. "You caught me," his voice soft, playful, tilting his head and all as he sized up the other. He could take him.