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Bruce had a key to your apartment. It was one of his favourite places to go. No one expected him to be there, no one knew that’s where he would go. He preferred it to the manor, which felt foreboding. Having you there would feel like there was an implication. And at least in your apartment, it was more down to earth. You had control there. It’s where you had all of your more intimate encounters, after you’d come back from a date elsewhere, holding tight around his waist as he rode his bike through the streets, the adrenaline following through as you clumsily made out on the way to your couch, where you’d always be cut short. Because Bruce was nervous about being your first.
He’s more nervous that you are. But there was a sense of calm around the idea that there was nothing you could compare him to. And in reality, you were one of the few people who had no expectations from him. He didn’t have to be charismatic, formal, strong, clever. He just had to be normal. Average. But average wouldn’t do for this evening.
There wasn’t any hope for him being able to hold out on you anymore. He wanted you, and you had made it very obvious that you wanted him. Made all the more obvious when you met him at the door, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting your fingers find their way through his hair, gripping at the roots to pull him closer, as though you thought he might have second thoughts and try to back out of the embrace.
But he leaned in, his arms, strong and forceful yet sweetly tender, holding you around your waist, one hand on your lower back, the fingers stroking gently up and down, ever so slightly raising your shirt to graze the skin, hairs standing on edge at the touch. It was easy to read him. So few of words, so stoic, his touch meant everything to you. With your hand finding his, you looked into his eyes, leading him to your bedroom. He followed easily, a non-verbal confirmation that he was finally going to take you, and you tried to maintain your cool, worried that any level of excitement, or frankly, sudden movements, might scare him off. Bruce was wonderful, sensitive, understanding. But he was like a feral animal. He was difficult to tame, and domesticating him to even this point had been enough of a challenge.
Teasing off his shirt, he took control and pulled it over his head. You let your palms glide over the skin, his body hard, scarred deeply for reasons you had never been brave enough to question. When he was shirtless, exposed, he never made eye contact. Self-conscious, maybe. Worried that you might be concerned about him? And you were, but you knew better than to push, to try and get more involved than he was willing to let you. As usual, you let your fingers trace over the scars, not drawing attention, but not ignoring them either, before he held onto your hips and lay you back on the bed.
He pushed at your shirt, kissing at your stomach, up to your rib cage, kisses peppered softly along your skin, following your shirt, each new inch exposed receiving a little bit of attention, until he was lifting it off completely, as you worked at your underwear, taking it off and letting it fall to the floor, your body exposed completely on the bed. Positioning himself, knees at either side of your calves, he watched you for a moment, chest rising and falling in heavy anticipation, as he unbuckled his belt, allowing it to fall open at the sides while he undid his zip, leaving his pants up, almost as though he were teasing you, but you knew better. He was waiting for you. If you undressed him, it was consent, and Bruce was forever insistent on letting you have control.
Not wanting to wait much longer, you brought your hands up, pulling at his pants, his underwear, teasing them down and letting it graze over his length before it was released fully, hard and impressive. Before you could reach for it though, he had leaned in to kiss at your neck, hands firmly pressed into your sides as he trailed them up, along your arms, finding your hands where his fingers locked with yours. Your bodies, completely undressed and grinding against each other for the first time, for your first time, growing warmer and more restless as the anticipation built in your stomachs. Feverish kissing was postponed as Bruce leaned back to look into your eyes. You knew what he was asking, without him needing to speak, and you nodded your head, tossing it back as he pressed himself slowly inside of you.
“Bruce…” was all you managed to get out before his mouth was clamped against yours again, hands back in yours, his body writhing, thrusting on top of you, his strong back taking most of his weight and effort as he strained not to crush you below him where you lay, taking him, more and more of him with each thrust.
You waited, patiently, at his eager but slow thrusts, waiting for the animalistic side of Bruce you knew lurked below the surface to take over, poised and ready, and admittedly a bit nervous for his full force. But it never came. You could see the strain in his face when he pulled back occasionally to breathe, his whole body tensed in a desperate bid to please you, not hurt you. And following through on the contract of pleasure he had made with himself, one hand let go of yours, trailing down your front, settling on your clit, where he rubbed in lazy little circles as he pushed himself, hard and slow, inside of you.
“Please…faster…” At the request, he let himself lose control ever so slightly, in the most measured way one can, his hips pressing into you just a little bit harder, and a little bit faster, his fingers increasing the pressure on your clit as your breath hitched under him, hips rising to meet him, back arching as you felt the release building, skin flushed and hot, a jolt of arousal flashing over you as a bead of sweat from Bruce’s forehead fell onto your collarbone.
You tore your hand from his, both of them settling behind his back, digging in and dragging down the skin as you came under him, holding him close to you, not letting go until you had felt him shudder against you in return, felt him warm inside of you, his release dripping onto the bed as he pulled out and lay flat beside you, his hand finding yours again. Blissful silence as you both caught your breath, his thumb soothing the back of your hand in quiet reassurance.