Price of Solitude

Tim shouldn’t feel comfortable with this. Having the man’s voice, dark, smooth and *hungry* in his ear, whispering every immoral thing that comes to his mind as he strokes the teen faster and squeezes to make sure he understands every word (how can he not?). Tim nods at the next statement (“And then I would spread you out, pull your bonds tight--”), then moans softly, imagining himself laid out and ready to be used by his master.

It’s wrong. The whole damn thing is *wrong*. He should be in Gotham, sitting in Bruce’s lap as the man feels him, *owns* him, but he knows his mentor doesn’t want him like that (the intense closeness). So he shudders and thrusts up into the calloused, skilled hand on his cock as a shiver travels down his spine.

“There is nothing more beautiful than the way you shudder with pleasure, my little Robin.”

“Ra’s,” he says with the breathy pant that means he’s completely enjoying himself, getting lost in ecstasy and allowing it. The man has laid claim to Tim completely with words and touch (promises and whispers of devotion). He’s taught Tim more about sex than he could ever hope to learn from books or the net. These things that are from the past: positions and bondage and pleasurable areas on the body that were used in harems, in royal courts, in brothels all over the world.

Tim whines softly as his legs are pulled open further over the man’s lap, every intimate part of his body revealed for Ra’s to play with, to bring his bird to a higher level of pleasure. The teen moans when one slick finger is pushing past the tight sphincter of his entrance, wiggling its way in further and further. Tim can only flex around it and still his hips, grab for Ra’s’ shirt sleeve and fist the white fabric.

“You enjoy this…”

“Hmm…*yes*…” Tim closes his eyes and buries his head against his master’s neck. He pants against the skin, nips and licks at it as he pushes back into the sudden thrusting of the finger. His tongue wets his lips before he’s being kissed hard, opening up under Ra’s and submitting completely without even a bit of a fight. He moans into the man’s mouth and sucks on his tongue, feels the slide of another digit into his body.

Ra’s *pets* his prostate causing Tim’s eyes to shoot open and widen with his next groan. The teen begins to work himself eagerly, though the man’s hand never speeds up on his erection, even as the bird begins to leak pre-cum. He begs silently with the trembling of his body and the teething of his bottom lip. Tim arches back into the man’s solid body, mumbling in the dialect of Arabic Ra’s had been teaching him and he knows absently that his sentences make no sense. That doesn’t matter to his teacher, it’s enough of a turn-on that he thrusts into the teen’s lithe body quicker and harder.

“God…oh fuck…”

He pulls Ra’s down into a hungry, wet kiss as he orgasms, muscles tensing, legs open as wide as they can. He’s aware of the man rubbing the spattering of semen into the skin and muscle of his stomach and he whimpers softly against his lips, coming down from his release. Tim melts into him, sated and happy, enjoying the kiss that has become more gentle.

“Such a good Robin…*my* Robin…”

Tim licks his lips and silently agrees. Ra’s pets his cheek gently, an amused laugh coming from his mouth as the teen presses into the affection and kisses him again. He could just lay back in his master’s arms forever. There’s a strange comfort in them, and in the fact Ra’s would really do anything for him (give Tim anything at all). “I’m yours…always….always…”

He begins to bite playfully at the man’s neck as he turns in his arms to allow fingers to slide down Ra’s’ chest, picking at the buttons of his shirt. “I want to pleasure you…” Tim expects to be pushed to his knees to have his mouth filled, instead Ra’s is laying him on the bed, giving his usual smile.

“Not now, my bird. I must work. But in the morning I will let you.”

“Promise?” Tim curls into a pillow, breathing deep, a soft smile coming to his lips. Ra’s leans down to kiss his cheek before he’s pulling back, boots tapping on the cool marble of the floor.

“I promise. Now sleep, my Robin. We have a busy day ahead of us.”

There’s soft humming in his ear suddenly, a lullaby heard over the sound of Ra’s footsteps heading away from the room. Tim sighs softly and rolls onto his back to listen. It’s Talia, singing him to sleep. Singing for him. Singing to ease the pain of the empty space in his bed.

It’s enough.