Cat got your tongue?

Sylwen leaned into the touch, a hand sliding from Bruce’s back to rest on top of the other man’s own, its warmth and the gentle lips against his soothing the tension in his body and he sighed, softly, in content. 

( He’d missed this. Missed him )

“I’m sorry, but I told you it was an emergency. I really didn’t have any time and intergalactic communication is kind of difficult to work with.” He admitted. Of course he had never meant to leave without a warning. He really didn’t like leaving Gotham behind but at least he had the others helping to support him when he was gone.

“...Honestly, I was... I might have been a little too mad at you to contact them.” And worried. He’d been mad, yes, of course he’d been mad. At first, that was. And then the worry had taken over and as more time had passed without any word from Bruce, he’d gotten too scared to check in with Alfred or Dick.

No news were good news, but what if the news he’d gotten from them had been bad...?

He hummed, still not entirely pleased by the explanation, but too relieved and glad to have Bruce back that he didn’t really care about where he had been. For now. He might get a little annoyed later, but at the moment…

Bruce slowly turned, still stuck within Sylwen’s grasp until he was facing the thief and glanced down at him with a small smile. “I suppose I do owe you that.” He commented quietly. He leaned down, planting a small gentle kiss on the top of Sylwen’s head. A soft, subtle kiss which was probably what he would have done in the very last moment before he teleported away.

Sylwen leaned into the touch, a hand sliding from Bruce’s back to rest on top of the other man’s own, its warmth and the gentle lips against his soothing the tension in his body and he sighed, softly, in content. 

( He’d missed this. Missed him )

Ah…

Arms wound tight around the other man’s torso, fingers curling even tighter into the fabric of his clothes as the thief nuzzled into his back.

He hummed, still not entirely pleased by the explanation, but too relieved and glad to have Bruce back that he didn’t really care about where he had been. For now. He might get a little annoyed later, but at the moment...

get on your knees. now.

i thought i told you to shut up.

don’t make me slap that pretty little mouth.

you sure you can fit all of me? it might hurt.

tell me what you want.

you’re not in charge here, i am. 

you’ll get my cock when you earn it. 

i can’t wait to bruise up this body.

every hole is mine, you hear me? 

get those panties down and bend over. 

the next time you sass off to me i’ll take you over my knee.

tell me again who’s cunt this is. 

look at me, i wanna see that pretty face. 

spread those legs, now.

you do as you’re told, understand?

clean yourself up before i’m ready for you again. 

that’s a good pet, keep going, just like that. 

open wider- wider, i said. 

spread those cheeks apart for me. 

Not that he was going to do anything to the guy, though. Besides the fact that he had helped him, Sylwen did have some morals.

…Of sorts.

Letting out a quiet breath, the thief inched closer, draping an arm over Nate’s side. And with a small grin on his face, he couldn’t quite hold back the urge to press a light, playful kiss to the tip of the other male’s nose, before blue eyes slid shut once more as he absently made himself comfortable.

Nate only slept for about 45 minutes before gently opening his eyes to be greeted with the attractive stranger tangled around him as if they were romantically involved. He gently nudged the other with the palm of his hand against the other’s cheek.

“Ey…wake up. I’m starving.”

He frowned, brows furrowing as he let out an unhappy noise and snuggled closer to the other male, nuzzling into his neck. He never liked waking up and this time was no different. It also didn’t help matters that Nate was warm and snuggling up against him was so comfortable. 

Maybe he could convince Nate to stay the night at his apartment. As a snugglebuddy, of course. 

...Unless he was up for more, that was, which Sylwen would have no problem whatsoever with. After all, Nate was rather attractive~

“Honestly, I’m pretty sure I didn’t get your name either. Unless you told me before you knocked me out? I don’t have any memory of it either way.”

His lips tugged upwards, eyes gleaming with poorly hidden amusement despite the way his nose was still ( faintly now ) aching. He’d head to the bathroom later to check it out ( and take a shower, perhaps, because those damn hallucinations and images and memories had done more than their fair share of covering him in cold sweat ) but, for now, he’d take a few moments to just relax.

And maybe take the chance to get to know the one who’d helped him.

“It’s Nate but no thanks, I have pretty much everything I could ever want. Thanks for the offer though…”

Not that he was going to do anything to the guy, though. Besides the fact that he had helped him, Sylwen did have some morals.

...Of sorts.

Letting out a quiet breath, the thief inched closer, draping an arm over Nate’s side. And with a small grin on his face, he couldn’t quite hold back the urge to press a light, playful kiss to the tip of the other male’s nose, before blue eyes slid shut once more as he absently made himself comfortable.

“Don’t worry, I wasn’t running from the police. Or anyone else, to be honest. I…” He trailed off, the grin on his face faltering, fading, slightly, something uncomfortable flashing through his eyes. “…They were pretty much done with me when you found me.”

( He’d get Scarecrow back for what he did to him later, mark his words, but right now… )

A laugh, quiet and almost a tad hollow, left his mouth and he rubbed at the back of his head. 

“That’s good I guess. I didn’t get your name though.”

Tucking his arms behind his head he cracked a small smile as he thought about the situation he found himself in.

“Honestly, I’m pretty sure I didn’t get your name either. Unless you told me before you knocked me out? I don’t have any memory of it either way.”

His lips tugged upwards, eyes gleaming with poorly hidden amusement despite the way his nose was still ( faintly now ) aching. He’d head to the bathroom later to check it out ( and take a shower, perhaps, because those damn hallucinations and images and memories had done more than their fair share of covering him in cold sweat ) but, for now, he’d take a few moments to just relax.

And maybe take the chance to get to know the one who’d helped him.

…Oh.

Sylwen let out a quiet groan and, just a tad unsteadily, pushed himself up onto his elbows, a hand reaching for his aching nose. Ow. He hoped it wouldn’t bruise. At least whoever it was had been nice enough to listen and–

He started, head jerking up as he only now noticed the other person in the room and he sat up, watching the stranger ( the one who’d helped him? ) before a small and a little awkward grin spread across his lips.

“You’re a trouble maker, I can tell. Were you running from the police? Was anyone following you? I don’t want to put my ass on the line for someone I only just met.”

“Don’t worry, I wasn’t running from the police. Or anyone else, to be honest. I...” He trailed off, the grin on his face faltering, fading, slightly, something uncomfortable flashing through his eyes. “...They were pretty much done with me when you found me.”

( He’d get Scarecrow back for what he did to him later, mark his words, but right now... )

A laugh, quiet and almost a tad hollow, left his mouth and he rubbed at the back of his head. 

It wasn’t real. It was an hallucination, the image of the man standing in front of him long since dead, he knew that, god, snap out of it–!

...Oh.

Sylwen let out a quiet groan and, just a tad unsteadily, pushed himself up onto his elbows, a hand reaching for his aching nose. Ow. He hoped it wouldn’t bruise. At least whoever it was had been nice enough to listen and--

He started, head jerking up as he only now noticed the other person in the room and he sat up, watching the stranger ( the one who’d helped him? ) before a small and a little awkward grin spread across his lips.

I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay–

The sound of sharp gasps, much too shallow and fast, filled the alleyway, the scuffling of unsteady feet dragging across the asphalt, and then a thud as a body slumped against the wall and slid down to the ground.

–I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay–

A strangled cry tore from the thief’s throat and he clenched his eyes shut, but it did nothing against the images that seemed to be burned to the back of his very eyelids, or the taunts and sobs and screams that echoed in his ears, or the phantom feeling of hands running so deceptively gently and slowly across his skin.

–I’m okay, I’m–

It wasn’t real. None of it was. It was just the fear-toxin, messing with his head, he knew that perfectly well, but, god, he couldn’t…!

It wasn’t real. It was an hallucination, the image of the man standing in front of him long since dead, he knew that, god, snap out of it--!

“Beg for it.”

“I want to fuck you right now.”

“I’m going to make it hurt.”

“I’ll make sure you can’t walk tomorrow.”

“Touch yourself for me.”

“I’m your Master and you’ll do what I say.”

“It’s not going to fit!”

“I’m the only one that would ever fuck you.”

“Spread your legs for me.”

[text] What are you wearing?

“Get on your knees.”

“Did we fuck last night?”

“I didn’t know you were so kinky.”

“I think you need to be spanked.”

“You look good tied up.”

“Put on a show for me.”

“I’m not wearing any underwear.”

[text] I didn’t mean to send those pictures!

“I think the condom broke.”

“You know you like when I tease you.”

“You’ve been a bad boy/girl.”

“We should try adding a third person.”

“You don’t have to be so gentle.”

“Wrong hole!”

“Bend over.”

“I’m never getting on my knees for you again.”

“You’re going to break me.”

“Fuck me.”

“You belong to me.”

“Harder.”

“Punish me.”