Re: Batman Begins, Batman/Gordon, water under the bridge, part 2
Jim whimpered into Batman's mouth as the vigilante pulled back slightly, body contact lost but the kiss remaining unbroken, the gloved hand still clamped firmly in place at the back of his neck, the other gloved hand pushing down into his pants and wrapping itself around his aching cock. He jolted and arched his hips forward, losing his balance, sweat-slick hands scrabbling to find purchase on the sleek contours of the suit, fingers hooking onto the raised mouldings covering strongly defined biceps.
The fierce, brutal kiss deepened as the gloved hand began to move back and forth along the straining shaft, the leather slick with sweat and pre-come. He tightened his hold on Batman's arms, feeling the muscles flexing as the hand on his cock steadily picked up speed, his own gasps and moans fuelling the quickening rhythm.
Jim spiralled closer to the edge and broke the kiss, gulping in much needed air, his skin on fire. The hand between his legs continued to stroke harder and faster in stark contrast to the other hand remaining completely still at his nape, the weight of it getting heavier with each passing moment. Soft warm lips trailed across his cheek to his ear, hard sharp teeth sinking into the tender flesh of the lobe. Jim groaned and held on tighter. He was so close.
His lips brushed against the smooth, warm skin of Batman's jaw, finally tasting the dark, animalistic scent that his subconscious vainly tried not to register whenever he was in the dark knight's presence. His tongue darted out, tentatively at first, then growing bolder; small little laps gradually turning into long, sensual swipes between softly breathed gasps. He lifted his chin, nose pressed against the suppleness of the cowl, suddenly desperate to taste the mask that seperated them. His tongue slowly edged closer to the juncture where light met dark until finally he tasted both skin and leather in one long, luxurious lick.
All at once, the hand at his nape squeezed hard at the same time the hand stroking his cock twisted just underneath the head and then Jim was coming, hot and fast and desperate, knees buckling as he imagined pulsing white jets streaming against black leather. He leaned heavily against the railings as the orgasm subsided, trying to regain his breath, throat catching as Batman withdrew his hand from inside his pants and wiped glistening white trails from the glove against the thin, jersey material.
Jim lifted his head and took a deep breath, his still slightly unfocused gaze meeting the vigilante's searching one. "Earlier tonight, I screwed up," he began but the dark knight cut him off unceremoniously.
"It's done with," he rasped, the slightly impatient tone of voice counteracted by a rare softness in that searching stare. Batman's eyes silently expressed the words that had maddeningly eluded Jim earlier and he smiled, silently returning the expression in kind.