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Bruce pinches the bridge of his nose. “It’s really not that funny.”
Hal cannot stop cackling. “Oh, but it is! Come on. He really said ‘pass the wrench, daddy’? That’s funny as hell.”
Bruce looks at him, deadly serious. “They had sex on the car.”
Hal about chokes. “I’m sorry, nothing will ever be this funny.”
Hal keeps laughing, and waves a hand at Bruce, trying to get himself to calm down. Then he remembers the bit about Selina and devolves into giggles all over again.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying this,” Bruce says darkly.
Hal flops back on the couch, looking over at him with a grin. “What can I say? Some things must run in the family, huh?”
Bruce leans his elbows on his knees, buries his face in his hands, and groans loudly.
“Aw,” Hal says, scooting closer. “Hey, now. Don’t be mad.” Hal raises up on his knees on the couch and rests his head on Bruce’s shoulder, digging his chin in ever so slightly.
Bruce doesn’t say anything, but he reaches back to grab one of Hal’s hands, and squeezes it tightly.
“Hey, uh.” Hal hesitates. “Why did you answer, anyway?”
Bruce looks up at Hal, and his eyes soften. It’s so strange, honestly. At moments like these, all that spooky scary Batman melts away, the playboy billionaire drops, and it’s just Bruce. Just Hal’s Daddy, looking up at him with those gentle, understanding eyes.
Hal laughs awkwardly. “Cause, uh, you really fucked it up there, huh.” Hal pulls back, shaking his head. “Uh. Just forget it.”
Bruce sits up and shifts back on the couch, and tugs Hal forward.
“Oof!” Hal grunts, as suddenly he’s in Bruce’s lap. “Hey, what the fuck, Spooky.” But Bruce is wrapping his arms around Hal, drawing him in close.
Bruce is just so much. Like, in the overdramatic way, sure. But also, he’s kind of huge. Hal’s not that small a guy, but Bruce makes him feel that way, when he’s held in Bruce’s arms, in his lap.
“Daddy didn’t mean anything by it,” Bruce says softly, and Hal’s breath catches in his throat. “You’re the only boy I need.”
Hal feels himself flush bright red, his ears burning. “I, uh. I didn’t say I needed that,” Hal mutters automatically, though there’s a flip flopping in his chest. He likes the thought of being Bruce’s only boy. He might like it a lot, actually.
Bruce hums softly and places a big, steady hand on Hal’s shoulder blades, and starts slowly, rhythmically rubbing his thumb over Hal’s back. “Okay.”
Hal squirms away from the soft, steadying touch. It’s too gentle, too kind. Hal can’t fucking handle it, Bruce being so fucking kind and understanding. He needs to do something to rebalance things, to put him back on even footing, to calm the tense little bubbles that rise in his chest when Bruce says things like “you’re the only boy I need.”
Hal ducks his head, and nuzzles into the crook of Bruce’s shoulder. He tugs the collar of Bruce’s shirt down just a bit, and finds that one sensitive spot that always makes Bruce shiver. Hal runs his tongue across it, slowly, and Bruce makes a quiet, low noise of response.
And then Hal bites down. Hard.
Immediately, Hal feels a strong hand in his hair, yanking him away. He tries to hang on, but Bruce tears him away, and Hal loses grip on the bite.
“Naughty boy.”
It comes out in a dark, serious growl that makes Hal shudder. Or maybe that’s the iron grip on his arms, twisting them around Hal’s back painfully, holding them firmly in place. Hall struggles a bit, but is thrilled to find out that he can’t get out of Bruce’s hold no matter how much he wriggles.
That’s one of the perks, when your Daddy is Batman.
“Now we’re in trouble, aren’t we?” And fuck, that’s the hottest voice, dark and gravelly and commanding. Bruce grabs Hal’s hair again and pulls on it, and Hal gasps as Bruce forces his head to tilt back, making Hal look him in the eyes. Bruce gives him that intent, steely blue gaze. “What do we say?”
Hal sticks his tongue out. “Bite me.”
Bruce stands up all at once, bringing Hal with him. Bruce throws Hal over his shoulder, knocking the air out of him. “No, baby boy. That’s not it.”
Hal kicks out, but Bruce is good at this, and manhandles Hal into a position where his legs are trapped, hauling Hal into his bedroom. Hal squirms, trying to get Bruce to drop him, and finally ducks his head, stretching his neck forward to bite Bruce’s shoulder again.
Bruce’s big, strong, warm hand wraps around the front of Hal’s throat, and Hal sputters.
“No biting,” Bruce says firmly, pushing Hal away from his shoulder by the throat. Bruce squeezes, and Hal feels his eyes roll back in his head. Hal thrashes with one arm, but it’s weak.
Bruce throws Hal down onto the bed, and Hal rolls over, coughing slightly and breathing hard, then gives Bruce a smirk. “What, you gonna spank me?” Hal says, all cheeky. He wiggles his ass. “Well come on, then. You’re not getting any younger.”
Bruce raises his eyebrows. “Is that going to teach you your lesson?”
Hal raises his eyebrows right back. “Come and find out, huh?”
Hal’s not surprised when Bruce grabs him again and drags him to the headboard. He’s not too surprised when he gets chained up there, arms spread wide, each in a thick, soft leather cuff.
But he is surprised when Bruce goes to the dresser and pulls something out of the drawer.
Hal blinks. “What the fuck is that?”
Bruce smiles at him. It’s his Daddy smile, all paternal and condescending. It makes Hal’s cock twitch inside his pants. “I told you, sweetheart. No biting.”
Bruce crosses the room and climbs on top of Hal, straddling him and pinning his hips down. Hal never feels more tiny than he does in moments like these, with Bruce ranging over him, Bruce’s large, muscular body weighing heavily on top of him. Bruce takes Hal’s chin in one hand, holding up the ring gag with the other. “Open up, baby boy.”
Hal turns his head to the side just out of principle. He feels his heart skip a beat in excitement as Bruce grabs his skull in those strong hands and forces the gag into his mouth. It presses into the roof of his mouth, holds his jaw stretched open. Hal feels drool start to slip out of his mouth, running down his lip.
“Uhhh.” Hal swallows hard. He moves his face around and sticks his tongue out, trying to dislodge the gag. “Uhhhhh!”
Bruce gives him another Daddy smile, those bright eyes still studying him intensely. “So pretty, sweetheart,” Bruce croons, and Hal thinks the noise he makes is a whimper. Or it would be, if his mouth wasn’t hanging open. “Give me a color, baby.”
Hal shifts his right hand against the wooden headboard, and crosses his fingers. Green, so fucking green, he wants Bruce to keep going. Hal is fucking aching in his pants, and he can’t wait for Daddy to give him his punishment.
Bruce watches Hal give the safe signal, then lean down to give Hal a kiss on the forehead. “There. Let’s see if you can be good now.”
Hal practically whines, at that.
Bruce is still straddling Hal, towering over him, and Bruce uses one hand on Hal’s chest to shove Hal down into the bed, propping Hal’s head up on a pillow. “You’ve been a very bad boy, sweetheart. But Daddy still loves you. Daddy knows you can take your punishment like a good boy, isn’t that right?”
Bruce lifts up on his knees, and reaches down to undo his fly, pulling his cock out. He moves up to sit on Hal’s chest, and Hal lets out a low moan, feeling the pressure of it, keeping him pinned down, keeping him in place. Like a weighted blanket, almost. But better, cause it’s his Daddy.
“Easy now,” Bruce murmurs, and he slowly pushes his cock into Hal’s mouth, through the ring gag. The taste of it makes Hal drool, all hot and salty and musky, and Hal licks at it eagerly. God, Hal’s so turned on it fucking hurts. He squirms, but there’s nothing for him to rock against, and sort of rubbing his legs together only does so much.
“Good boy. Take a little more for me.” Bruce pushes farther, deeper, pushing his cock all the way down Hal’s throat.
Hal almost immediately chokes.
Bruce pulls back. Not all the way, but out of Hal’s throat, letting him desperately suck in air through his nose. Hal shakes, breathing heavily, and whines softly.
Bruce pets Hal’s head, stroking the side of his face gently. “You can do it, sweetheart. You can take Daddy’s cock all the way down your throat. I know you can be good for Daddy, baby boy. Ready?”
Hal gives the tiniest of nods. He closes his eyes, relaxes his throat, and takes in little breaths through his nose.
“Good boy,” Bruce coos, pushing forward again. This time Hal takes it, feels Bruce’s big fat cock slide all the way down his throat. Hal stays relaxed, lets him in. “That’s my good boy. I knew you could be so good for me.”
Bruce starts to rock his hips, in and out, steadily fucking Hal’s throat. Hal focuses on breathing in when Bruce’s hips move back, and holding his breath and staying relaxed when Bruce pushes forward. It takes all his concentration, but he does it, taking his face-fucking like a champ. Like Daddy’s good boy.
Bruce groans lowly after a long while, and his thrusts start to speed up, getting faster, harder. Hal keeps his eyes closed, but he can feel Bruce above him, hot and sweaty and huge, completely surrounding Hal. “Gonna come down your throat, sweetheart. You want Daddy’s come?”
“Mmmf.” Hal tries to agree without words or moving his head too much. Which is really hard, as it turns out. “Mmmm, mmmmmmm.”
“Daddy’s gonna give it to you,” Bruce promises, hoarse and breathless. He slams down Hal’s throat, once, twice. “Take it, baby boy. Take all of Daddy’s come.”
Bruce lets out a dark groan as he comes, and Hal feels Bruce’s massive cock twitching in his mouth, in his throat. Hal holds his breath and swallows over and over, trying not to choke on Bruce’s come. He can’t close his mouth, though, so some of it spills out, down his chin.
Bruce pulls back breathing heavily, and he sits back on Hal’s chest. “Good boy,” Bruce pants out, and he pets Hal’s head gently. One big, broad, rough thumb wipes the come away from Hal’s chin. “That’s Daddy’s good boy.”
Bruce reaches behind Hal’s head and unbuckles the ring gag, slowly easing it out of Hal’s mouth. Hal moans softly, and moves his jaw around, trying to get the soreness out of it.
“There you are,” Bruce says gently. He runs his fingers through Hal’s hair, rubbing them into Hal’s scalp. “How’s my baby boy?”
“Daddy,” Hal says, and it’s broken, hoarse from being throat-fucked, weak from having Bruce sitting on his chest, limiting his air. “Daddy.”
“Good boy,” Bruce croons. He reaches behind himself, shoving Hal’s pants down, and gets a hand around Hal’s cock. Hal lets out a soft cry, feeling Bruce’s big, rough hand on his cock, and his hips buck upward. Bruce starts to move his hand, stroking him slowly, gently, softly. “What do we say, baby boy?”
Hal’s eyes are pricking with hot tears, and he can’t tell if it’s from getting facefucked or from all these fucking feelings. “Daddy,” Hal chokes out, and he swallows again, hard. Bruce keeps using that too-light, too-gentle grip, teasing him. “Daddy, please.”
Bruce’s hand shifts immediately, tightening around Hal’s cock, and he starts to work Hal’s cock roughly, stroking it fast and hard, giving Hal what he needs. “Good boy.”
“Daddy,” Hal wails, and he squirms underneath Bruce, gasping for air. “Daddy, please, Daddy!”
“Go ahead, sweetheart,” Bruce murmurs, and Hal fucks up into Bruce’s hand, rutting desperately. “That’s it. You’re so good, baby boy, you’re perfect. You’re the only baby boy Daddy needs. Go ahead, sweetheart. Come for Daddy.”
Hal lets out a scream, and everything goes white as he comes, spilling into Bruce’s hand. “Daddy!”
Hal collapses into the mattress, his eyes falling closed, and he gasps for air.
“Good boy,” Bruce says in a low, proud tone, and it makes Hal shiver. “That’s my good boy.”
Bruce gets off of Hal’s chest, and Hal takes in a deep, long breath. He feels his wrists come free as Bruce uncuffs him, and feels a warm damp washcloth wiping the come off his stomach, off his face.
“Daddy,” Hal mumbles, rolling toward the hand on him. God he feels hazy, all heavy and sleepy and good. “Daddy?”
“Daddy’s here,” Bruce murmurs, and he carefully tugs Hal’s clothes off, undressing him. Hal yawns, raising his arms and lifting his hips as needed to help Bruce get his clothes off. “That’s it, baby. Just like that.”
Bruce crawls into the bed next to Hal, and pulls Hal in close. Bruce is naked now too, and Hal rests his head on Bruce’s chest, feeling the warmth of his skin, the brush of the hair there. Bruce wraps a warm, fluffy blanket around him, and Hal makes a happy noise.
Hal takes a deep, slow breath, matching his breathing to Bruce’s, feeling the way their chests rise and fall in time. Bruce gets a hand on Hal’s bare back, stroking it slowly, and now it just feels good, soothing and warm. Hal can feel himself slipping, drifting off to sleep.
“Daddy?” Hal mumbles.
“Yes?”
“I still think it was funny as hell.”
There’s a drawn-out, long-suffering sigh.
“Maybe a little,” Bruce says, his tone begrudgingly honest.
Hal grins into Bruce’s shoulder. “Love you, Daddy.”
Hal feels Bruce press a gentle kiss onto the top of his head. “Love you too, baby boy.”