( Bruce can smell every reaction Miya has to him, and it's intoxicating. He doesn't hide the way his lips part, the end of his tongue tracing curiously over the tips of longer canines and his lip. This one will fill him for a while as he slowly peels away that innocence. Piece by piece.
Once those soft lips part for him, Bruce's fingers plunge. The pair of them slide over the warm tongue, originally intent on only dampening those fingers. But the way he'd so easily parted his lips for him has Bruce's hunger spiking. There's the first swell of interest in the dark pants he wears - the material like a second skin that leaves nothing to the imagination. Not the hard lines of his legs or thighs or the stirrings if that thick, inhuman cock.
He's shameless in the way he plunges his fingers deeper, over Miyano's tongue, fucking his fingers on that soft mouth for a few seconds. Even when he feels the way the boy jerks, tongue moving and throat clenching as he gags, Bruce doesn't relent. There's a few deeper presses of his fingers against that gag reflex before they ease up, and his hand turns, enough that he can drag his fingertips along the roof of his mouth slowly as he pulls them out.
The wet fingers are trailed by a thin, gleaming string as he moves his fingers down towards those slender thighs. He presses them down against one of the symbols there, breaking the edge of it. And then he moves to the other thigh to do the same. Leaving only his mark on Miyano's stomach in tact. His claim. No other creature is welcome here. )
This one is mine.
( His voice is deep and firm, something the people around them don't question. Any words they might have to offer, any questions that might come are ignored as Bruce sinks fully to his knees between Miya's legs. He leans down pressing his lips one hip to suck a dark mark there as his hands move, trailing slowly over soft inner thighs and letting the edge of sharp nails graze his skin. )
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Date: 2022-09-05 05:09 pm (UTC)Once those soft lips part for him, Bruce's fingers plunge. The pair of them slide over the warm tongue, originally intent on only dampening those fingers. But the way he'd so easily parted his lips for him has Bruce's hunger spiking. There's the first swell of interest in the dark pants he wears - the material like a second skin that leaves nothing to the imagination. Not the hard lines of his legs or thighs or the stirrings if that thick, inhuman cock.
He's shameless in the way he plunges his fingers deeper, over Miyano's tongue, fucking his fingers on that soft mouth for a few seconds. Even when he feels the way the boy jerks, tongue moving and throat clenching as he gags, Bruce doesn't relent. There's a few deeper presses of his fingers against that gag reflex before they ease up, and his hand turns, enough that he can drag his fingertips along the roof of his mouth slowly as he pulls them out.
The wet fingers are trailed by a thin, gleaming string as he moves his fingers down towards those slender thighs. He presses them down against one of the symbols there, breaking the edge of it. And then he moves to the other thigh to do the same. Leaving only his mark on Miyano's stomach in tact. His claim. No other creature is welcome here. )
This one is mine.
( His voice is deep and firm, something the people around them don't question. Any words they might have to offer, any questions that might come are ignored as Bruce sinks fully to his knees between Miya's legs. He leans down pressing his lips one hip to suck a dark mark there as his hands move, trailing slowly over soft inner thighs and letting the edge of sharp nails graze his skin. )