Bruce’s body slammed up against the metallic wall of the sparring chamber, his body covered in sweat. He couldn’t help but let out a surprised noise as strong, rough hands made for his body once more but this time not to fight. Dick wrapped his right hand firmly around his neck and pulled him close, pressing his body against him, slipping a leg between his and pressing his fingertips into his skin, he laid his left hand on his hip. His tongue invaded Bruce’s mouth, dark black hair, musty with perspiration, shagging into their eyes.

They were shirtless, each of them wearing nothing but a pair of loose sweatpants which showed off nothing but large bulges poking out at their groin in their rising excitement. Moaning into his adopted son’s mouth, Bruce pressed his hips against him moving to kiss behind his ear and nibble on his neck just the way he always liked it. The room filled with Dick’s moans as he did so and the young man’s hand instinctively slid down Bruce’s pants to return the favor, wrapping his fingers around his cock firmly and pumping it slow at first but gathering in speed.

With his head falling against the wall, exposing his neck and causing his eyes to roll back, Bruce gasped, rolling his hips against his motions. He too began softly moaning and was moving his hand past the elastic of Dick’s pants and around his hardness - when the door to the chamber opened.

The two men jumped up and apart, taking a moment to adjust themselves with their backs turned as Alfred and Zatanna walked in but it had clearly been too late. “Oh Dear… Pardon me, Master Bruce… Master Dick… I didn’t know you were previously engaged but a guest had arrived.” the butler spoke gesturing toward the magician.

Bruce avoided eye contact, deciding instead to pick up the towels and empty water bottles along the sparring chamber floor. “It’s fine Alfred but an announcement next time would be nice.” He said with an ironic smirk, his cheeks a bit red.

Dick seemed significantly less awkward and more annoyed by the situation. He contented himself with brushing his fingers through his hair and then crossing his arms over his chest, staring rather crankily at the two intruders.

"Of course, Master Wayne." Alfred replied. "And perhaps an appropriately placed cowl of warning on the post or lintel on the next occasion?" he retorted, assisting him with the clean up.