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But that relief lasted until Bruce decided he was done dancing.

He staggered dramatically off the table and made a beeline straight for you. His arm slung over your shoulders, weight settling against you like he’d just run a marathon instead of having a glass of champagne.

“Whoa,” he slurred, head tipping forward to rest against your collarbone. “Think I overdid it.”

You didn’t look at him. Didn’t acknowledge him. Just adjusted your stance automatically to support his weight. However, inside, you were begging the universe to swallow you whole. The cameras followed. Of course they did.

“My knight,” Bruce whispered, poking your cheek with a drowsy smile. “My mysterious shadow man. Tell me, have you always been this handsome or did I finally drink enough to unlock your true form?”

You remained still like a statue. A really annoyed statue. Which apparently meant that your boyfriend had an invitation to nuzzle your neck.

“God,” someone nearby laughed, “he’s drunk-drunk.”

You didn’t dignify that with a response.

He was not drunk. This was all a bit. An elaborate cover for the fact that Bruce Wayne was in love with his bodyguard, but couldn’t exactly go around holding your hand in front of the media without starting a frenzy. So this? This was his solution. Pretend to be inebriated. Cling to you like a sloshed koala. Hide his affections behind feigned debauchery.

You hated how well it worked.

Eventually, the opportunity came—a lull in the music, a bored crowd, enough drunken distraction elsewhere—and you seized it. One firm arm around Bruce's waist while the other hastily plastered his shirt to his chest, you made a clean getaway. By the time you got him into the limo, he was grinning like a man who had won.

You shut the door behind him, climbed in, and finally, finally, let yourself react. You turned, leaned in, and flicked his damn forehead.

“OW!”

“Stop pretending you’re drunk,” you muttered. “You’re lucky I couldn’t shove you off the table.”

“You were going to shove me!?” Bruce clutched his shirt to his bare chest like some Victorian damsel. “I was performing.”

“You were humiliating the both of us.”

“I was working the room!”

You let your head fall back against the seat with a muted thud and stared at the ceiling like it might offer divine intervention. “God,” you exhaled. “I need a new job.”

Bruce’s head snapped toward you like you’d just declared you were moving to Mars. “No. No, don’t say that. Take it back.”

“I’m serious,” you said, rubbing your temple. “I could be doing literally anything else. Teaching self defense to kids. Working personal security for someone less high profile. Hell, I could be a lighthouse keeper. Alone. With peace and silence.”

Bruce's bottom lip jutted out slightly. “But then I wouldn’t see you every day.”

“That’s kind of the point.”

“You’re being mean,” he said, folding his arms across his chest. “You didn’t say anything earlier when I climbed on the table.”

“Because I was too busy calculating sniper angles and exits in case Falcone’s men decided to get jumpy.”

“Oh.”

You looked at him. “You had, what, one glass of champagne?”

“Two,” he said defensively. “And one of them was very full.” You stared. He wilted. “…Okay, fine, I wasn’t drunk. But I had to make it believable.”

“So you could grind shirtless on a $30,000 table?”

“So I could lean on you in public without anyone asking questions,” Bruce snapped. “You know how hard it is to date someone when everyone thinks you’re Gotham’s most available bachelor?”

“Sounds exhausting.”

“It is!” he said, gesturing wildly. “You think I want to act like a drunken himbo just to get away with hugging you? I hate champagne. It tastes disgusting, yet I drink it for us.” You didn’t answer. Simply, tilting your head to rest it lightly against his. “Besides, admit it. That little spin on the table was hot.”

⠀ NOTES ꜜ This is heavily inspired with IWTV 😘 Also… I’m so sorry for this late fic :( but I hope you guys like it.

Some nights in that city felt like they existed just to get under your skin. Tonight proved that feeling right. You were minding your own business while hunting in peace, but somehow you ended up cleaning someone else’s mess in an alley. A man lay slumped against the wall, and his breathing sounded like he was about to give out. He was drained but not enough to be dead because the work reeked of a newborn vampire who fed and then ran before finishing the job. It was sloppy, and it pissed you off because whoever did it clearly had no idea how to follow through.

Walking closer gave you the bad news right away because his heartbeat moved in a way that told you he only had minutes left. You crouched beside him, and his eyes cracked open as if he barely saw you, yet he still tried to speak. That small effort showed that something stubborn remained in him. He didn’t want to die, and that part was obvious. Turning him was a stupid choice even for you, but you hated leaving things half done, so you stepped in and made a quick call even though it wasn’t really yours to make. You knew this meant dealing with whatever came after.

The turning process wasn’t hard, and honestly, it was easy enough for you. Moving his body back to your place took more effort, but you managed it anyway. It also wasn’t new knowledge that newly turned vampires were always a problem. He proved that right away, from the moment he woke up confused and too strong, while you had to keep him from breaking the nearest door. He calmed down once he realized you were the one who saved him, and something inside him latched on, or maybe never left at all. Even after days had passed, he kept showing up wherever you went, and yes, sire, and all that. You knew the deal. He acted like staying close to you made the world easier to handle. You never asked for that, but you knew the risk, and he followed anyway. Somehow, it turned into a bond that went further than you ever wanted.

Maybe it’s your fault because you can’t bring yourself to push him away or force him to find others like him. People pass through your nights in a blink, and the world keeps moving, but he stays. Things work as long as he follows your lead and you keep him in check. The problem starts when he moves closer in a way that goes beyond the bond formed the night you turned him. He listened to you because he wanted to understand this new life and because he trusted you more than anyone else. That part annoyed you at first, but it worked in a way you never expected because he didn’t just follow you. He chose you, and he kept choosing you after that.

At some point, it stopped feeling like babysitting and became a habit. Not in a bad way because it wasn’t. It just meant he was there when the night ended, and you were used to that. Clark learned faster than most fledglings, and not because you pushed him. He listened because he wanted to and because your rules made sense to him. The three that mattered most were feeding schedules, boundaries, and who to avoid. He followed all of it like it meant something, and that made it harder to pretend you weren’t involved.

The bond helped, but it wasn’t the only reason he stayed. You felt the pull, and he felt it too, but there were nights you sent him away, and he still came back later on his own. He wasn’t chasing something he lacked. He was sure of himself and certain, in a quiet way, that this was where things worked best. Like you were the one thing that stayed solid in a world that suddenly asked too much from him. It bothered you how easily he fit beside you without crowding you or asking for permission. You never told him he belonged to you. You never made him feel like he owed you anything just because you turned him or gave him ’another chance in life,’ as he called it.

You never promised him eternity, safety, or anything clean like that. How could you? He was not begging when you turned him, since he barely had the strength to speak at all. What you gave him was direction and a roof over his head. A place to recover when hunger hit and made him reckless. Somewhere along the way, that became trust. Somewhere after that, it became a choice. He did not hang onto you out of need- he stayed because he wanted to. That difference mattered more than you wanted to admit. Nothing really changed after that, and you did not notice how much time passed.

Things felt easier now… easy enough that neither of you bothered naming it and easy enough that Clark was already in the living room when you walked in. He leaned against the wall by the couch and watched you the second you stepped inside, like he had been there for a while. Clark kept his eyes on you for a long moment before he spoke. “You smell like someone else,” he said in a tone that tried to sound bored, but his jaw kept getting tight. He stepped closer while his arms stayed at his sides, like he wanted an answer before he touched you.

You leaned back against the counter while he looked you over, and the quiet stretched long enough for his irritation to show. “It was nothing,” you said, because it was nothing to you. Feeding and fucking and taking what you wanted when you wanted it. It never meant more than that moment. That was how you were with people before him and with him, too. You never named anything. Clark stared at you like he expected you to take it back. He tilted his head slightly, like he was searching your face for something that went past your words. “So I can do that too?” His voice came tight, but he kept it low. “Just find someone when I want?”

You pushed your hand through his hair while he tried to keep eye contact with you. “Do whatever you want,” you said. “You’re not tied to anything.” His shoulders dropped a little when he heard that, and the tension eased out of him, so you pulled him closer by the front of his shirt before he could step back. “As long as you come back here,” you added while your thumb brushed over his lower lip. “That’s the only part that matters.” Clark breathed out in a way that sounded worn and jealous at once. His hands stayed on your waist while he leaned in. “You say that like it’s easy,” he whispered against your mouth. “Like it doesn’t bother me.”

“It doesn’t have to turn into something difficult,” you said while your fingers curled at the back of his neck. “You’re here. I’m here. That’s enough.” He pressed his forehead to yours while his hands kept you close. “Then don’t walk in smelling like someone else,” he said. “I don’t like it.” You smiled against his mouth because his jealousy always came out the strongest when he tried to act calm. “Then keep up,” you murmured. “Or take whatever you want to.” Clark kissed you before you were even done talking, and the move lit something in your chest that always made you act first. The kiss is rough because of it, and your hand pushed against his jaw, so he had to follow the pace you set.

His breath caught against your mouth while you pressed him back, and the next thing you felt was him move the two of you quickly. Fast, as in using his vampire speed, and that told you he was getting excited, which explained why he dragged you straight into the hallway. The wall hit your back once he stopped moving around, but the kiss never broke. His hands were already on your waist, and he held you as he needed you to stay exactly where he put you. You pushed back and bit his lower lip. The sound he let out went straight into your mouth, and the small push from you flipped something in him, which made him pull you closer while your fingers dragged up the back of his neck.

You didn’t let him break the kiss, even when he pulled back just an inch. What was the point when both of you were already dead anyway? His mouth slams back onto yours and stays there. Both of your lips press together hard, like the kiss needs more weight, even if that sounds impossible. One thing stays clear, though. There’s no teasing and no pause. His tongue slides past your lips and moves against yours with no patience. You feel it pushing and turning like he wants every part of your mouth. You don’t make him wait before you copy what he does.

Your tongue presses against his and slips inside before bending just enough to meet him, but he takes over instead, and his tongue presses harder and wraps around yours. His teeth brush your lower lip before he traps it between them and nips it. He holds it long enough before you pull back and bite him, which makes him groan into the kiss. Neither of your hands stays still anymore. One of his hands slides under your thigh and lifts it over his hip while the other pins your waist to the wall. Your hands grip his shoulders and the back of his neck as he keeps you locked there, and his tongue pushes harder against yours.

He grinds into you through the kiss, and when he gets tired of biting your lips, he goes back to pushing his tongue into your mouth. You welcome it, let him slide, and turn with yours, like he wants control, and he knows you’ll give it. He pulls your tongue into his mouth and sucks it as if it belongs to him. He switches between sucking your tongue and biting your lips while dragging your mouth along with his. Your tongue brushes his teeth, and he hooks it before pulling it back into his mouth again.

His hands grip tighter as he presses into your leg while your bodies grind together. Tongues push and turn while lips get pulled and bitten, and his fangs press lightly before pulling back, but he keeps your mouths locked together as he sucks your tongue and drags your lips with his. His tongue slides against yours and moves inside your mouth before he nips at your lower lip again, this time with control. He drags it with his teeth until his fangs press against the corner of your mouth for a moment before sliding back. Your lips stay sealed around his as he pulls your tongue into his mouth again and drags it along with his mouth.

His mouth stays on yours while his hand hooks under your thigh again and lifts you clean off the floor. Your arms lock around his neck right away because he doesn’t slow down, and your body fits against him like he wants you stuck there while he keeps kissing you. His tongue pushes into your mouth again as he tightens his grip on your waist, and he carries you out of the hallway without letting your lips slip from his for even a second. Your back hits the door lightly because he moves too fast while kissing you, but he never slows down.

His hand pulls your thigh higher around his hip as he carries you, and he nudges the door with his foot. The door swings inward right away because it wasn’t fully closed, so he doesn’t even need the knob. The sudden swing pulls both of you forward, and the kiss gets rougher as he brings you inside. He doesn’t look where he’s going because he keeps kissing you like nothing outside your mouth matters. “Hold on,” he tries to say against your lips, but the words get lost because he won’t pull back for more than a breath.

You tightened your legs around him as he carried you inside, and the kiss only broke for one second when he had to fix his grip. It snapped right back as you grabbed his jaw and pulled him down to your mouth again. His teeth caught your lower lip because he moved too fast, and your body rocked with every step as he closed the distance to the bed. “God, you drive me crazy,” he muttered against your mouth, and the way he said it sounded like he didn’t even realize the words left him. He reached the bed and lowered you fast enough that the kiss finally broke when your shoulders hit the mattress.

His breath dragged out of him as he hovered over you, and his mouth stayed close enough that you could still feel how worked up he was. “Look at you,” he said quietly as his thumb brushed your cheek like he didn’t know where to touch first. “You don’t even let me breathe.” You pulled him down by the front of his shirt and caught his mouth again before he could add anything else. His hand pressed near your hip as he leaned his weight over you, and his kiss came back just as deep as before.

Your grip on his shirt pulls him down hard, and he gives in without a fight. His mouth crashes back onto yours as he needs it more than air. The kiss turns wet and messy fast, and his hands brace near your hips like he thinks you might push him away. His tongue pushes deep and stays there as if he wants to lose himself in it. He kisses you like he is chasing something he already lost once. It only breaks when he drags his mouth down your jaw. His lips press open against your neck and stay there. He breathes you in slowly and deeply, like he is checking for something he hates finding. His grip tightens, and his nose stays against your skin.

“I hate that it’s still there. I don’t like it,” he says quietly against your skin. “I don’t like that you came back smelling like someone else. I can still smell them, and I hate it.” His kisses turn more desperate because of it. His mouth opens, and seals against your throat, and his teeth scrape without breaking skin yet. He keeps kissing the same place again and again, like he is trying to wipe it away. The sound he makes gets uneven and small, and it gives him away. This isn’t anger. This is what it's like with nowhere else to go. “You let them touch you,” he says quietly. “And I was here thinking about you and wondering what you were doing and who you were with.”

Your hand slips into his hair and holds him there. “I know,” you tell him. “You can do something about it.” That is all it takes, and he pulls in a deep breath before his fangs press in, and this time they pierce your skin just enough. He freezes for half a second, like he is still checking with you, even now. He drinks when you do not stop him, and he only takes enough to make his point. His mouth stays there longer than he needs, and his hands shake where they hold you down. “I just want it to be me,” he admits against your neck. “I want you to smell like me again. I want them gone from you.” You drag your fingers through his hair and tug. “You already know how to do that,” you tell him and pull him closer with your legs.

He sinks his fangs again so he can drink a little more, but he keeps himself in check. He stays shallow on purpose, and he drinks in a way that pulls a sound out of both of you. His hold shakes, and his body presses closer. When he pulls back, his lips are wet, and his eyes look heavy and unfocused in a way he only gets with you. “I hate how much I want this,” he says like a confession. “I hate that I need you to tell me it is okay, and I still wait for it.” You pull him back down by his collar and kiss him hard. His mouth opens right away, and his tongue pushes in a messy and needy way like he is trying to crawl back inside you. He follows every move you make and gives in completely, like you are steering him by the mouth alone.

He kisses you like he is asking without saying it out loud. His hands cling to you while his mouth stays open and needy, and every sound he makes disappears between your lips. Whatever jealousy sat in him earlier turns into need, and the kiss loses control. His tongue presses hard and stays there like he wants to stay in your mouth. He keeps kissing you until his control slips, and when you bite him back, he lets it happen and follows you without pushing back. He pulls away for only a breath and whispers against your lips like he cannot stop himself. “Tell me you want me. Tell me it’s me. Just tell me it’s me.”

Your mouth stays close to his, and your words brush his lips as you speak. “Want you?” you whisper as your hand slides between your bodies and down to his waistband. “Why would I want you?” You say it in a soft, teasing tone while you pull his button open, and he lets out a shaky breath that brushes your mouth. The sound moves against your lips while his chest presses harder into yours. His hands grip your sides tighter like your answer could break him. “Please,” he says quietly, “Please don’t say that. Please don’t say you don’t want me.”

His forehead drops to yours, and he stays there like he is barely holding himself together, while the feel of your fingers makes him shake harder. Your fingers pull his zipper down slowly while you keep your lips close enough that he waits for the next word. “You really think I’d want someone else?” you whisper against his mouth. “You really think I’d ever pick anyone over you?” The teasing tone in your voice sinks under his skin and makes him tilt his head back as his lips part, and he takes a deep breath. He lets out a sound that does not form into a word before his hips push down without thinking.

His body moves on its own. “I just want to hear you say it,” he says in a soft and needy way, “I want to know it’s me.” His hands flex on your sides as his nails barely touch your skin while he tries to hold himself together like letting go would mean losing you. Your hand slips inside his open waistband, and he shudders like his body gives up. Every small movement of his hips and every short pull of his breath shows how much he wants it and how badly he needs the reassurance you give. “I was teasing you,” you whisper as your lips brush his again, “Of course it’s you.” He tries to kiss you, but your hand tightens in his shirt to keep him in place, and he quiets right away. His chest lifts hard as he tries to stay in control while every part of him reacts under your fingers.

“I want you so much,” he says, “I want whatever you give me. Just don’t leave me like that again.” His voice cracks a little as his teeth drag along his lower lip with need and impatience. You kiss him once, then pull back slowly just to watch how he follows your mouth without thinking. His eyes stay locked on every movement, while his lips part and his jaw tightens, so his fingers twitch with barely held-back urgency. “If you want me that much,” you whisper, “lie back.” He does not ask why. Your hands slide to his chest, and you push him up just enough to free your body from his.

You lift yourself at the same time, and his breath stutters as he looks briefly surprised by the change. His hands hover, as if he wants to touch you, but he stays where he is, waiting for what you will do next. Then you move. Your body braces just enough to gain control, and you use your vampire strength in one smooth motion. Your hands press firmly against his chest, and you guide him onto his back while you shift your weight so he slides free from you. He lets you move him without fighting it, and his back meets the mattress with a soft thud, and then the bed creaks as he settles.

His head hits the mattress and stays there. He breathes out hard through his mouth. For a second, his body tightens like he expects you to push him again, but relaxes and rests on his back when you do not. His hands rest near his sides, and he does not try to touch you. He keeps his eyes on you the whole time and waits. “God,” he says, still out of breath from it. “You can throw me around like nothing.” His hands lift for a second like he wants to touch you, then drop when he stops himself. You move forward on your knees until your body is over his hips. One knee presses into the mattress beside his thigh.

Then the other knee settles on the opposite side, so you are fully straddling him. You lean back just enough to settle your body against his. Both of your hands plant on his chest to hold him down. His eyes widen right away. His mouth opens like he has forgotten how to speak. Every small change in your weight pulls a response out of him. His hips push up in short reflex movements. His fingers twitch but stay put. “You want me,” you whisper as you lean close to his lips again, “Then stay right there and let me see how much.”

His voice drops to a soft and needy tone that shakes a little. “I’ll stay. I’ll let you do anything. Just don’t get off me. Please.” Each word carries need while his body presses upward a little as if quietly begging, while he gives himself over to you completely. Your lips touch his throat while his pulse hits hard under your mouth. His breath reaches your cheek, which feels warm and uneven. Your top pulls tight across your chest as you lean in, so the thin straps slide down your shoulders little by little. The fabric sits close on your torso while your skirt rests low on your hips. It’s short and loose around your thighs, so it lifts each time his hips push up under you.

Clark lifts his arms a little, as if he wants to touch you, but stops himself because you did not tell him he could. His chest rises fast under your hands. His skin feels heated and tight. A small sound slips out of his throat as your fingers curl around his ribs. “Anything I want?” you whisper near his neck. He nods quickly. “Yes. Please.” You press your mouth to his throat while his body jumps once, then eases again. His skin feels warm and thin under your lips. Your fangs slide out slowly and controlled. Your breath moves across his neck so you feel him shake under you.

His fingers dig into the sheets even though you did not tell him to hold anything. “Don’t move,” you say near his skin. “I won’t,” he answers right away in a thin, desperate voice. Your mouth opens wider so your fangs go into him. His breath bursts out of him in a broken sound. His stomach pulls tight. His hips jerk up under you like he cannot help it. A ragged noise breaks out of him while his hands claw at the sheets because he is trying so hard to stay still. Warm blood hits your tongue thick and full. It moves down your throat steadily and sweetly.

Your nails press deeper into his chest as you drink from him, even and unhurried. His heartbeat pushes against your mouth. His whole body trembles under your weight, so you feel every reaction he tries to hold back. “God,” he gasps as his voice cracks like something inside him gives in. While you drink, he loses control for a moment. His fingers rise from the mattress, then hover near your waist before they slide up to your strap. He waits there shaking. He does not pull yet. He waits for you. “Can I?” he whispers. His voice gives out. “Please. I want to touch you.”

Your fangs stay in his neck while he asks. His breathing breaks down under you. His arm shakes as he holds the strap with only his thumb brushing your skin. He is begging without saying the word. You pull your mouth off his throat at an unhurried pace, so blood runs down your lip in one warm line. His eyes go wide when he sees it. His chest rises fast again, like he can’t breathe right. You speak low. “Push it down.” He freezes for half a second, then his hand closes around the strap. He slides it down your shoulder carefully and slowly, like he fears you might stop him. His other hand rises to the other strap, so his knuckles move over your skin, soft and unsure.

“More?” he whispers. His voice is thin and hungry. “Please tell me I can.” You look down at him when he asks, and your breath feels hot in your throat from everything he is already doing to you. “You can,” you say in a low voice. The second you answer him, he moves. He pulls one strap down, and it slides over your shoulder until it hangs loose from your arm. He does the same to the other strap, moving it with restraint so his knuckles run over your skin, making his breath shake. Your top sags around your chest as the straps fall away.

The fabric sits loose against you and nearly slips lower, yet stays in place only because your body is leaning forward. “You look so good like this,” he whispers, his voice soft yet not helpless. His stomach tightens before he pushes himself up fast, like he needs your approval on everything for him to breathe. His hands slide up your arms, then around your waist so that he can guide both of you upright. He sits up with you still straddling his hips, and your knees stay planted on the mattress. His back hits the headboard with a thump, and the bed moves under both of you.

Your body stays pressed against his chest while your legs stay open around his hips. His breath hits your throat hard as he settles against the headboard. His hands drag down your waist slowly until his fingers find your straps again. His mouth opens like he wants to say something, but he ends up letting out a rough, short sound instead. His fangs press against his lip, and he drags one hand over your ribs, then lower until he is holding your waist firm. He pulls you closer by your waist so your chest presses into his. “Come here. Let me see you.”

Your hands slide up his chest, and you keep him back against the headboard with your weight. His breath stutters as your fingers move over him. His hips push up under you in a quick way he can’t hide. You lean in until your face is right above his. “You want more?” you say in a low voice. He nods right away and keeps his eyes on yours. “I want all of you.” You feel his hands find the edge of your top again. He grips the fabric at the sides and waits like he won’t move unless you say so.

Your eyes drop to his hands, and you smile. “Go on,” you say. He takes his time. He slides his hand under the hem of your top and pushes it down instead of lifting it. The fabric moves over your chest, then bunches at your stomach. Your bra stays exposed, and he keeps his eyes on it. A quiet breath slips out of him before he can stop it. His hands pause for a moment before moving again. One hand moves up the center of your body and presses his palm against your chest while his thumb runs along the edge of the bra like he needs to check that it’s really there.

“You keep doing this to me,” he says quietly. “You show me everything and then look at me like that.” You lift your chin. “And you stay right here,” you say. “All worked up.” He bends forward without thinking. His face presses into the space between your chest, and his mouth opens as he breathes you in. His nose drags along your skin. His lips softly touch your skin next, but it’s a little clumsy and needy. He kisses where your chest meets the bra, then again a little higher, like he can’t decide where to put his mouth. His hands slide around your back.

One palm rests flat between your shoulders. The other goes to the middle of your back, then moves lower until his fingers touch the clasp. He doesn’t open it. His fingers stay on the clasp as it matters too much to him. He leans his face closer and stays there. His breath feels hot on your skin, and his voice comes out muffled. “You smell like him a little,” he says. “Still.” The words come out petty, and his fingers curl like he’s trying not to deal with it. You let out a small laugh above him. “You already said that,” you tell him. “Are you going to keep bringing it up every time you get close to me?”

“I can tell,” he says. “I hate that I can tell.” Your hands slide into his hair, and you keep his face right there. “And yet you are still all over me,” you say. “So what does that say about you?” His mouth opens against your chest. He kisses again, but slower this time. His fingers grab more firmly at your back. “It says I don’t care,” he says. “It says I want you anyway.” You roll your hips once over his lap. Not fast but just enough. “Good,” you say. “Because you are not moving from this spot.” He makes a quiet sound into your chest and presses closer. His arms wrap fully around you now. His face stays against you like he doesn’t want to pull away.

His hands move on your back. One stays firm between your shoulders while the other goes down again to the clasp. This time, he doesn’t stop. Fingers hook it and open it slowly because rushing feels wrong. His face stays pressed to your chest through all of it. His nose moves along your skin while his mouth stays warm and close. A small sound leaves him when it finally opens. The bra loosens at once. One hand cups it and pulls it down from your chest inch by inch. The fabric moves over your breasts and then gathers under them. His head stays down, and he tugs it lower again until it slips past your ribs.

You grind down on him while he’s still doing it. Slow and heavy. Your hips drag along his lap, and he stiffens right away. “Hey,” he whines into your chest. The sound is small and tight. “Do not do that.” You do it again. Teeth drag over your skin without warning. Not hard but just enough to make the point clear. His mouth moves and then closes over your nipple. He sucks slowly, then bites just a little as annoyance and neediness mix together. Your breath catches. Hands press tighter against your back. One slides lower until a palm settles at your waist, keeping you right where you are.

“You are doing this on purpose,” he mumbles into your chest. You tilt your head back. “You keep touching me,” you answer. “What did you think would happen?” A rough sound leaves his chest, and he bites again. This time harder. Then he sucks like he wants everything from you at once. His hips jerk up once without thinking. “Stop moving,” he says, even though he does not want you to. His voice comes out wrecked. “Or do not stop. I do not know.” You smile and grind again, just slower. Just cruel enough. His arms tighten around you. His face presses back into your chest like he wants to stay there. His mouth keeps going like he can’t make himself stop.

“Stay,” he mutters. “Right there.” His face stays pressed to your chest while you grind down on him again, like you did not hear his small attempt at telling you to stay still. A rough breath slips out against your skin as he feels every slow drag you give him. He tries to hold himself together for a second, but it falls apart fast. His hands slide from your back to your ass in one clean move. Fingers lock around you firm enough that you feel every part of his touch, and he pulls you down exactly how he wants you.

His hips push up at the same time, like his body can’t wait for you. The pressure lines up perfectly, and a needy sound slips out of him against your chest. You do it again, slow on purpose, and he meets you halfway. His grip tightens on your ass as he guides your hips into his, the exact way his body asks for. His mouth opens against your skin, and he kisses whatever he can reach. The kisses land messy and unplanned. Small ones that turn into longer wet ones when you grind a little harder. He opens his mouth more and finds your nipple again.

He sucks your nipple slowly, like rushing would ruin it. The pull sends a full-body jolt through him, and he breathes out shaky against you. His other hand stays on your back to keep you close, so you barely move away from his mouth at all. You grind down again while he sucks harder, and a sound falls out of him that sits between a groan and a whine. His hips jerk up under you because he can’t hide how badly he wants more. His forehead knocks into your chest for a second, like he loses track of himself.

“You are doing this on purpose,” he says against your skin in a shaky voice. “You know what you are doing.” You give him one slow roll of your hips that drags right over him. “Of course I do,” you tell him. He makes another quiet, helpless sound and pulls your hips down again as he needs you to keep going no matter what. His hands stay tight on your ass while he drags you forward the way he wants. His face stays pressed to your chest, and his lips move in small, weak kisses that turn into short, wet pulls each time you grind down on him.

You move slowly by choice. Each roll hits him just enough to make him follow your pace without giving him control. He tries to talk against your skin. The words spill out in a shaky breath. “Please,” he says. “Please keep moving.” You smirk above him because his voice sounds like it's about to give out. You grind down again while his fingers spread wide on your ass and press you harder to his lap. His hips push up into you, even if he’s trying his best to stay still as you told him to. His mouth opens against your chest, and he sucks again with a needy sound that runs through him.

You drop one hand between your bodies while you kiss the side of his head. Your fingers slide under his open waistband and touch his skin. His breath cuts off, and his body jumps under you because he didn’t expect it. You move your hand lower until your fingers close around him, then you pull him out of his pants in one steady motion. His cock sits firm in your hand. A short sound comes out of him and presses into your chest. His mouth stays on you, and he keeps kissing you like he’s trying to stay in control.

His thighs tighten under you. His hips lift once, then stop when he catches himself. “You sound so worked up already,” you say in a low, taunting voice. He nods against your skin because he can’t speak yet. He kisses you again, then his teeth catch your chest in a quick bite. A small sound slips out of him when you stroke him once from base to tip. His mouth opens on your skin again, and he sucks harder because he can’t help it. You move your hand slowly just to get a reaction. His breath hits your chest fast while his hips push up, trying to follow your hand.

His fingers tighten on your ass, and he pulls you down against him like he is asking without saying it out loud. “Too fast?” you say. He shakes his head right away. His voice falls apart into the next kiss he presses to your skin. “No,” he says. “Please keep going. Please.” Your hand moves again. Slow. Firm. Done in the way you know will undo him. His forehead presses to your chest, and his body shakes under you as you stroke him with a long, dragging pull of your palm. “You want more?” you whisper against his ear. He tries to say yes, but the sound comes out as a whine against your chest instead.

His mouth stays closed around your nipple while his hips push up under you like he is trying to close the space even though you already sit on him. His hands hold your ass firm, and he drags your hips down the way he needs. His breath turns rough against your skin, and he pulls again with his mouth without being gentle this time. He sucks harder like he wants to mark the place with his mouth, and you feel the want run straight through him. Your hand tightens around his cock, and he lets out a small, ruined sound into your chest.

His hips jerk again, and he sucks even harder as it keeps him in place. He tries to move your hips again, but you keep the pace slow on purpose. “See?” you whisper while your fingers squeeze him tight, “I am taking good care of you.” He groans into your nipple and his hands dig deeper into your ass. His forehead presses into your chest while he tries to breathe. You feel him shake under you like he is about to give in. “So you don’t have anything to be jealous about,” you whisper against the top of his head.

He shakes his head once against your chest since he can’t talk yet. His mouth slides over your nipple again, and he keeps sucking because he doesn’t want to stop. You loosen your grip around him, and he gasps against your chest when your hand pulls back. His mouth stays on you, but his hips push up hard like he wants more. You grind down slowly over him, and his whole body jumps under you. His hands guide your hips the second you move, and he drags you down on him again, even though he tries not to.

His mouth stays on your nipple, and he sucks hard while you grind again right over him. “Good,” you whisper, “now let me make you feel good.” He nods into your chest with a small, needy sound and pushes up into your grind, giving himself over. He sucks harder around your nipple like he needs the contact. His breath hits your skin thick and uneven each time you grind down over him. His hands slip under your skirt without stopping, and he drags his palms up the back of your thighs until he reaches your waistband. He hooks his fingers under it, and he pulls because he wants you right there.

It happens messily and is rushed with no patience behind it. His voice hits your skin in a desperate whisper. “I need you,” he says against your nipple. “Please- I need you.” You swat his hand away before he can get your panties down, and he freezes all at once. His mouth stays on your chest, but his body stops as you cut him off mid-thought. His voice drops soft against your skin. “Please,” he says again, but it comes out smaller. His forehead presses to your chest as his hands lock on your hips. You hold his face there, then grind down slowly over his lap just to watch how fast he reacts.

His hips lift without control, and he pushes up into you like he is trying to get through the fabric. You tighten your hand around him, and he gasps hard into your chest as the feeling catches him off guard. “I know,” you whisper over the top of his head. “You are being so desperate for it, so it’s not hard not to notice you do.” He lets out a small needy sound against your skin. His hands slide lower on your hips, then lift you up just an inch, like he is asking for more without saying it. His mouth finds your nipple again, and he sucks with more pressure this time.

His teeth catch lightly on your skin while his breath comes out unevenly against your chest. His hands squeeze your hips tight enough that his arms start to shake. “I need you,” he says again. “Please stop teasing me, I need you so bad.” His grip stays tight as he lifts you that small inch like he wants more but won’t say it. His voice sounds rough against your chest when he says he needs you, but you don’t move right away. You hold his face there for a second with your hand in his hair while his mouth stays open on your nipple like he can’t pull away.

You decide to stop teasing him when you feel done with it. You sit up slowly, and his head follows your chest without thinking. Your skirt lifts with one hand while your other hand pulls your panties to the side. You can feel how wet you already are from grinding on him, and you know you don’t need anything else to be ready. His breath hits your stomach hard when he looks down. His hands stay firm on your hips like he is holding himself back so he doesn’t grab you again. You guide yourself over him. You feel how hard he is right under you.

You lower yourself down slowly and steadily. The tip goes in easily since you are already wet. His body jumps under you. His head falls back against the headboard. His mouth opens, and a sound leaves him right away. “God,” he says in a rough voice. “You feel so good. Please keep going.” You lower yourself more and feel the pressure build as he goes deeper inside you. His hands stay tight on your hips like he is afraid to move you too fast. His thighs tense under you, and his breathing turns uneven.

You brace your hands on his chest and keep lowering yourself until you take all of him. His stomach tightens under your palms. His lips press to your skin again because he cannot stop touching you. “You needed me, right?” you say low while you move your hips once to settle around him. “So watch how I give you what you want.” He cries out softly at your words. His fingers dig into your hips again. His eyes stay on yours like he is trying not to lose it under you. “Need-” he says again. “P-please- Need you-”

Your hips start to move slowly at first, then you move faster. The slide goes down with a wet sound between you, while his cock fills you easily since you are already wet. His breath cuts out when you settle on him, then you lift again and drop back down so the weight pulls another sound from his throat. His hands grip your hips, and he holds you steady while your body keeps going in an up and down motion; he can’t stop. The sound of your skin hitting his comes out harder each time your hips meet his lap. Wet sounds mix with every grind and bounce as your cunt tightens around him every time you sink down.

Your chest follows your hips, and it lifts each time you rise. Each drop forward makes your chest bounce in front of him, and he watches without looking away. He pushes his hips up to meet you, and the slap sounds louder when both of you move together. You keep both hands on him so you stay in charge. One hand stays on the side of his face, and your thumb moves over his cheek slowly as you ride him. Your other hand hooks behind his neck so you can pull him closer when you want. His eyes stay heavy on you, and they shake a little while he tries not to give in.

His hands slide lower until both palms hold your ass tight. He guides your hips down harder on him. His fingers dig in as he pulls you down again, and his breath breaks halfway out. “S-shi-” his words cut off when he whispers, “You feel so good.” You grind slow on him just to hear the wet drag again. The sound fills the space between you. His head tips back for a second, and his mouth opens with a short sound he does not plan to make. You use your hand on his face to pull him close again. “Look at me,” you say.

His eyes lift right away, and he holds your stare while his hips jerk up into you as his body reacts on its own. His breath shakes again when you drop down harder. You move faster, and the slap of your hips against his gets louder. The wet sound follows every bounce while his hands grip your ass tight like he is trying to keep up. His head lifts again, and his mouth presses to your chest as you ride him. He leaves small, open-mouth kisses across your skin while he struggles to breathe through each thrust. “Hahh- please,” he whispers against your chest, “Don’t stop- p-please.”

Your hand on his neck tightens while you push down on him again. Your chest bounces close to his face, and he presses a fast, messy kiss to your skin when it moves near him. His hands squeeze your ass harder and his hips push up to meet you each time you move. The bed rocks under both of you from how hard you move together. A wet sound comes up under you as your cunt holds him tight. His voice breaks again into a thin sound when your hips speed up. His whole body pushes up into you because he needs it, and he holds onto you like he doesn’t know where else to grab.

Your hips keep working on him, and the wet slap hits louder each time you drop down. His hands lose their grip a little on your ass as he tries to keep up with you, but his breath keeps stopping short, and his thighs tense under you like he’s about to give up. You drag yourself up slowly, and you feel the way his cock almost slips out before you drop again. The sound between your bodies comes wet and heavy. His head falls forward against your chest, and he lets out a weak, strained sound against your skin. He tries to speak, but it comes out rough and broken. “Please,” he says in a thin voice, “Please let me… let me hold you. Let me… ngh… let me help.”

You feel his hands slide higher on your ass because he won’t hold back. His fingers press under you, and he lifts you up with a rough pull like he wants you higher on him. His hips drive up from under you all at once, and it makes your breath cut short. He lifts you again and sets you down hard so the slap comes out loud. The next one comes measured. Then harder, and he lets go. Each time he pulls you down like he wants you lower than him. His breath hits your chest fast and broken while he tries to speak again, but the words come apart in his mouth.

“I need you,” he says against your skin. “I need you so bad. I need to be deeper. Let me… hah… let me do it. I want all of you.” You feel the way he lifts you again, and this time, he holds you up halfway while his body goes tight from wanting to drop you back down. His voice breaks. “Please,” he whispers. “Let me. I want to feel you take me all the way. I want… I want to give you everything.” Your hand tightens on the back of his neck to steady yourself, and you feel how worked up he is. His hips jerk up again in a hard, fast push that hits right inside you. It pulls a quick sound out of both of you at the same time.

You look down at him, and his eyes are open wide and fixed on you. He isn’t trying to move you. He is asking you. He is giving you everything he’s got. His hands tighten under your ass, and he pulls you down again with a need that comes out of him. A broken sound slips out of him as he pushes up into you again. “You feel so good,” he whispers. “Please let me stay like this. Please let me put it in you deeper. I want to fill you so bad. I want to give you everything.” He lifts you again and drops you onto him in a quick, rough move.

The slap hits hard, and his whole body jumps with it. His mouth presses to your chest again as he lets out another rough sound against your skin. “Hahh… let me give you what you want,” he says. “Please. I want to put it inside you. I want all of you. I want to fill you.” His hips keep pushing up into you as his hands stay tight on your ass, pulling you down like he wants you closer. He grabs your hips fast like he’s scared you’ll stop him, and he pushes up into you hard. The force makes your body jolt, and your mouth opens with a quick “ah-!” You can’t hold back.

His hands stay tight on your waist while he keeps pushing his hips up. Each thrust hits deep, and the sound between you turns wet and loud. You feel it in every push he gives you. His breath comes out short and uneven as he keeps moving against you, as if nothing else matters. “You feel so good,” he whispers against your chest. “Please let me keep going, please let me.” He ruts up again, which makes your whole body react as your back arches and your thighs shake. Your hand tightens at the back of his neck because the feeling hits too deep. He groans into your skin as he pushes up once more, like he’s trying to get as close as he can to you.

He thinks you are letting him take over. He thinks you will let him fuck up into you as much as he wants. His hips keep pushing up into you, and every thrust sends a wet sound through the room. Your chest bounces in front of his face, and he kisses whatever part he can reach while he breathes through it. His voice cracks when he talks again. “P-please,” he says in a quiet and shaky way. “Please- I- I need you- don’t stop me- please-” You let him do it for a few more thrusts. You feel every uneven push. You feel how he tries to pull you down harder and how his hips shake under you because he’s almost there already.

Then you move. Your hands slide up his shoulders, and you push him back down to the headboard again. Not rough. Just firm enough that his hips stop moving. His breath stalls in his throat, and he looks up at you with wide eyes like he can’t believe you stopped him. You slowly lower yourself on him again, and a broken “n-nngh-” leaves his mouth against your chest. His hands stay on your waist, but they loosen. He lets you hold him there. He lets you take control back. You grind down on him in one slow roll, and his head drops back against the wall. His mouth falls open. His chest lifts fast under you like he’s about to come

“Thought I was going to let you fuck me however you want?” you say in a quiet voice. He shakes his head once because he can’t get words out. His hands stay on your hips like he’s scared to move them. You lift your hips, then drop back down harder. Skin slaps together with a wet smack, showing how wet you are. His whole body jerks under you, and his voice breaks into a soft “mmf- ah-!” The sound cuts him off as his breath trips. “Yeah?” you say while you keep riding him steadily and full. “Going to let me do it?” You pick up the pace. His hands grip your hips again just to hang on.

He doesn’t try to guide you. He just takes every drop and every roll as your cunt tightens around him. The bed rocks under both of you, and his voice slips again with each thrust. “Hahh- please,” he whispers. “Please- don’t stop, please don’t stop, please.” You keep the same pace because you want to feel it all. His body shakes under yours. His hips jump when you drop down like he can’t help it. His breath falls apart as he looks up at you like you’re the only thing in the room. He wants it so badly it becomes pure need.

Your hips move faster, and the mattress starts to move under both of you. It lands roughly every time you bounce on his lap, and the wet sound fills the room. His head lifts from the headboard, and he leans up a little while trying to follow you. Your cunt tightens around him on purpose, and a broken sound slips out of him as he leans in. “Ahhhn-” he whispers against your neck. “Keep doing that. P-please… don’t stop-” His hands grip your hips too hard now. He tries to guide your pace, but he can’t keep up with you.

Your body keeps going up and down fast, and he starts to lose it under you. His hips push up hard every time you come down, and his breath hits your neck in short, uneven pulls. His mouth finds your skin, and he kisses wherever he can reach. His lips move over your throat. His jaw presses against your ear. He whines into your skin, and the sound breaks against you. “Nghhh- I need it,” he whispers. “I need you so bad. I need all of you.” You feel his mouth open against your neck, and he tries to bite in that weak, begging way he always does when he’s close.

His breath comes unevenly, and his voice breaks on the next word. “I want it inside you- I want all of it- please… let me- please.” You roll your hips down slower to test him, and his body jerks up into you because he can’t wait anymore. His fingers dig into your waist, and his mouth stays pressed to your neck. His voice comes out rough against your skin. “Mm- please.” A small sound slips out of you when his hips jerk up under you.

The movement hits deeper, and you gasp while your breath catches near his ear. You press your hand to the back of his head and pull him closer until his face stays tight against your neck. “You want it that bad?” you whisper steadily, and the break in your voice shows how good he feels inside you. You bounce down on him again as the sound comes out loud and messy. “You want it all inside me that much?” You squeeze him harder and press down until he’s all the way in you. Every gasp and jerk from him makes you grind harder against his body. “Hahh- yes,” he whispers, “Yes- please… I want all of it. I want it so bad, please.”

You clench around him on purpose, and his hips thrust up hard as he loses control of the movement. A tight breath slips out of you when he hits deep enough to pull sound from your throat, “o-oh.” His breath tears out of him in a rough, broken “hngh-!” against your throat. He tries to hold your waist, but you move quicker and press harder, which makes him fall right back into just making helpless sounds. Your body lifts fast, then drops again as your tits bounce hard with every thrust into him. A soft whine slips out of you as the feeling builds in your stomach and your fingers tighten in his hair. His mouth stays on your neck, and he keeps kissing your skin between breaths because he can’t help it. His voice shakes every time he pushes up into you. “Oh god- please… please- keep going, please.”

You grind down and hold him there tight, and a needy sound slips out of you from how full it feels. His whole body locks under you because you steal the breath from him. His forehead presses harder against your neck, and his voice comes out thin and needy. “H-hngh- I need you- need all of you- I swear I’ll give you everything-” Your hips lift again, and you ride him fast enough that wet sounds mix with the slap of skin while your breath starts to break between each move. A quiet breathy “mm- fuck…” slips out without warning while he drags through every place inside you that makes you lose it.

His voice breaks into small, messed-up sounds under you. His hands slide to your ass and squeeze hard as he tries to thrust up with you, but can’t keep up. You lean close to his ear, your breath hot and uneven, your voice dropping low and teasing. “You want to fill me so bad?” you whisper, and a moan slips right into the words. “Then show me how much.” His hips snap up into you on instinct with nothing held back, and a broken “nnngh” hits your neck as you ride him faster.

His mouth stays glued to your skin, dragging slowly and desperately, while his fingers dig into your waist and shake. Your breath breaks out of you when he thrusts up again, and it drives straight into you. He’s right there, and he knows it, but he can’t stop himself. Your hips slam down on him over and over, and the sound keeps filling the room every time you take all of him. His cock stays deep inside you, thick and twitching, and he makes ruined sounds against your neck while he fights for air. He buckles up without thinking, but it does nothing because you stay on top. You set the pace, and you take what you want.

His hands grab your ass hard as his fingers dig in like he needs something to hold onto, and he thinks gripping tighter might make you give in. You don’t. You ride him faster, and you use his body how you want, so his grip turns desperate. He tries to speak, but the sounds break apart instead of forming words. “Ahhhn- please-” he whispers into your skin. “Please- I-I can’t- I’m gonna- I’m c-close-” You feel it when his cock jerks inside you as it suddenly feels fuller while his hips start giving out beneath you. His stomach pulls tight as you lean forward, then pin his chest with your hands and grind yourself fully down on him.

“Look at you,” you say right in his ear. “That’s all it takes?” He whines, and the sound tears out of him as he presses his face into your neck like he’s trying to hide. “Please,” he says again while completely undone. “Let me come- I’ll do anything.” You squeeze around him on purpose, making his whole body jolt. A choked sound spills out of his mouth as his cock twitches inside you. His hips snap up hard, and the hit pulls a soft sound from you because he lands deeper inside you. Your nails drag through his hair while you force him back down to your pace.

You move faster, and his breath breaks into short, busted pulls. “P-please-” he breathes, “D-don’t stop- don’t- please… I need you.” You drag your hips down slowly for one deep grind, and the wet sound slaps loudly between you. His whole body jerks because he can’t handle it, and you feel him try to thrust up, but your grip on his shoulders keeps him pinned. You grab his hair and yank his head back just enough to make him look. His eyes go wide, and his mouth stays open as his chest heaves hard under you. Your lips brush his ear. “You want to fill me so bad?” you whisper, and the last word comes out rough.

You tighten around him again. “You feel that?” Your hips start moving again fast and hard, so you use him until his breathing breaks. He whispers your name over and over as his hips twitch and his cock jumps deep inside your pussy. He tries to keep up and can’t. His hips jerk up in a useless shove, and he gasps against your neck. “I can’t-” he says, “I can’t hold- s-still… I need you- I n-need-” You slam yourself down harder so his cock drives all the way in. He groans and whines like he’s gone past stopping while his mouth scrapes over your neck and leaves wet, messy kisses.

He cries out and jerks under you when you drop onto him. “G-God-” he begs. “Please- let me cum inside you-” You clamp around him tight, then bounce on him harder. His cock kicks inside you, and thick noise rips out of your throat. You slam down on him and keep his head pinned by his hair. He whimpers and tries to lift his hips, but you force him down. “Look at me,” you hiss. “You don’t come unless I say so, and you only cum when I want.” His hips jolt, and his legs give up. His cock drives into you while he sobs your name. You fuck him with your hips until he falls apart.

Your hand hooks in his hair and yanks his face up off your neck, so you force his eyes on you. His eyes stay blown open and empty, and you see how fucked he already is. “You want to fill me that bad?” you whisper as your voice slips because he’s hitting right. “Cum inside me then.” He locks up for a split second, then his body gives in. His hips slam up into you fast while his body goes tight under you because he can’t stop. He spills broken noises and curses while he drives up into you, sloppy and needy and wet. You ride him back through every thrust while his cock stays buried deep inside you.

Every breath he rips out hits your ear and makes your cunt squeeze tight around him. “Ahhh- fuck-” you moan as he shoves himself deeper inside you. His body jerks under you as he barely keeps control. His hands lock on your hips and force you down while you grind hard to keep him buried. “Please- please- please,” he pants. “I’m- c-close- let me cum.” You bounce faster just to ruin him, and your voice comes out wrecked in his ear. “Do it- h-hngh…” He whines and presses his face into your neck while broken sounds fall out of him. His hips thrust up on reflex and make you feel every movement of his cock while he hangs on by nothing.

“I-I can’t… ahhh… please…” he pants with his voice breaking up. You lean down and press your mouth to his ear when you whisper, “Then come for me. Give it all.” Your hands hold him flat while your hips slam harder and keep him right on edge. His breath cuts off as his hands grab at your hips, trying to pull you down, but you keep him pinned. His body jerks hard before he loses it. His hips drive up into you again and again while his cock hits deep inside your wet cunt. His moans fall out broken while he shoves his face into your neck and pants against your skin. The way he bucks up into you is sloppy and desperate while his cock is buried deep.

He cums deep inside you while his body jerks and spills as you clamp around him and ride him through it without stopping. Your chest moves hard while you try to catch your breath, and your head tips back. “Fuck… you feel so good,” you murmur, and your voice comes out rough and uneven. His hands grip your hips to keep you there, and he jerks under you again as a broken sound pulls out of him. You press your palms into his chest, then keep rocking on him slower just to feel him twitch inside you.

His eyes clamp shut while his jaw sets hard, and he bites down, trying not to lose it, but your body keeps working him and forces every sound out of him whether he wants it or not. Your pussy soaks him while he keeps pulsing deep inside you. A short, breathy laugh slips out of you because you are worn out and breathing hard as you lean down and brush your mouth over his shoulder. “You okay there?” you whisper. Your voice stays soft and teasing while watching him squirm. His grip tightens once before it lets go slowly, and he lets out a long breath like he is pulling himself back together.

“I… yeah… just you,” his voice barely holds together. You rock back harder this time because you want to feel him push through you. Every twitch hits right after. Your fingers dig into his skin to hold yourself in place while his body shakes under you and gives you everything he has left. You come hard while riding him, and every thrust makes your body jerk as he empties into you. You clamp tight around him while he breaks under you. His breath comes ragged as he tries to talk, but can’t get the words out.

“God… you’re insane,” he finally mutters while shaking under you. You drop your forehead to his chest, then stay pressed there. Your bodies slide together, and the wet sound stays loud. His breath comes out rough. You keep moving, and he lifts just enough to follow without taking control. His sounds fill the room. Sweat runs down both of you and leaves you slick and sticky. You lean back with your hair stuck to your forehead and grin down at him.

“So messy,” you tease as you press your chest to his and drop your weight hard on him. He twitches under you repeatedly with a broken sound before he yanks you closer with his arms locked tight around your waist like he can’t let you pull away. You rock once more on instinct, but stop the second his grip clamps harder. You stay there panting with your skin slick against his. His body finally gives out under you, and he slumps back into the headboard. “Do not move,” he mutters into your shoulder. It’s not commanding, but sounds desperate, like he needs you stuck right there.

You stay right there and grin. “I am not the one clinging,” you say lightly as you roll your hips just enough to drag another sound out of him. His head falls back against the headboard, and his eyes stay shut tight. “You are heavy.” You lift your head just enough to look at him. “Rude.” One eye opens a crack. “I mean that in a good way.” You snort and lean down again, then scrape your fangs slowly along his jaw without breaking skin. Just enough pressure to make his whole body go tight. He freezes right away. “Oh,” you say softly. “Aw. Look at that. Still feeling sensitive.”

His hands tighten again. “You did that on purpose.” You trace your teeth down to his throat and hover right where he jumps. “Obviously.” You stay there until his breath stutters under you. Then you pull back smiling like you know exactly what you did. “Relax. If I wanted to bite you, you would already know.” He lets out a long, dramatic exhale. “You enjoy this way too much.” You rest your forehead against his again, pressing your weight into him. “And you love pretending you do not.” He opens his eyes this time and locks onto you. “Next time,” he says slowly, “I am not letting you sit there smiling like that.”

You laugh and lean back just enough to make him keep looking. “Next time you say that, too.” His mouth twitches. “Yeah. And yet.” You stay on his lap pressing down instead of pulling away, and choose not to answer. He seems fine with you staying put with your bodies stuck together and breathing hard. You stay on his lap, letting his hands keep you right where you are. He doesn’t care that both of you are sticky and sweaty because that closeness gets under his skin almost as much as the sex. It’s where he wants you the most.

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Child hero who should be doing other things more suited to his age? Check!

Works with adult superheroes in a group? Check!

Possible billionaire father figure? Abso-freakin-lutely. Billy's last name is literally "Batson" BAT-SON.

It even comes down to AU stuff too.

Homeless Peter? Billy's already homeless.

Orphan Pete without a legal guardian? Same thing.

Not to mention, there's so much more flexibility with Billy than with Peter. With Peter, you're pretty much bound to only the spidery stuff, and if you wanna expand past that, it's gonna seem weird without context. With Billy, anything can be explained away with magic.

He can shapeshift? Champion of Magic.

He is smarter than the average 9-13 year old? He has gods in his head, because he's the Champion of Magic.

All in all, Billy is legit perfect for the "oh wow he's just a kid omg we're so horrible for making a kid do all of this omg" identity reveal fics that people love writing Peter Parker into.