( The hint of arousal, however small it is, hard to miss. Bruce can see it in the faint hardening of Miyano's cock, smell it all around them, taste the sweetness of it of the air. A virgin ripe for the taking, waiting to be filled.
It's that tang of fear in the sweet scent of arousal that excites him most, even more so when the teen moves to obediently perch on his hands and knees. It'd be a beautiful sight if not for that damned robe, and Bruce wastes no time reaching out, grabbing the fabric. Tearing through it and leaving it to fall in pieces where Miyano's arms are still through the sleeves. But like this, he can see so much.
He moves quietly, positioning himself behind Miya. His hands move easily, gliding over the outsides of his thighs and up to his hips where they pause. His grip curves there, pulling Miya's hips back and flush against his own - his trapped length slotting between the crease of his ass. He rocks once, twice, imagining what it will be like to take him just like this before his hands are moving again.
The rough palms trail over his sides and back, and Bruce leans forward, blanketing the smaller body under his own so he can drag his teeth over Miya's ear. One hand curls around the slender throat, the other braced on the ground as the length of his tail slithers between those thighs, pressing the flat of the soft spade to his skin to caress it, higher and higher. )
You want this, ( Bruce purrs against Miyano's ear, his tail inching higher still, teasing the spot behind his sac with it's tip. ) don't you? For all these people to see me take you in every filthy way you dream of when you're alone with your books. ( His hand flexes around Miya's throat, a hint of pressure that's far from painful. )
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It's that tang of fear in the sweet scent of arousal that excites him most, even more so when the teen moves to obediently perch on his hands and knees. It'd be a beautiful sight if not for that damned robe, and Bruce wastes no time reaching out, grabbing the fabric. Tearing through it and leaving it to fall in pieces where Miyano's arms are still through the sleeves. But like this, he can see so much.
He moves quietly, positioning himself behind Miya. His hands move easily, gliding over the outsides of his thighs and up to his hips where they pause. His grip curves there, pulling Miya's hips back and flush against his own - his trapped length slotting between the crease of his ass. He rocks once, twice, imagining what it will be like to take him just like this before his hands are moving again.
The rough palms trail over his sides and back, and Bruce leans forward, blanketing the smaller body under his own so he can drag his teeth over Miya's ear. One hand curls around the slender throat, the other braced on the ground as the length of his tail slithers between those thighs, pressing the flat of the soft spade to his skin to caress it, higher and higher. )
You want this, ( Bruce purrs against Miyano's ear, his tail inching higher still, teasing the spot behind his sac with it's tip. ) don't you? For all these people to see me take you in every filthy way you dream of when you're alone with your books. ( His hand flexes around Miya's throat, a hint of pressure that's far from painful. )