Three Little Birdies

Tim’s gorgeous, lovely, smart, and so addicting.

He’s everything Bruce could ever want. Even more so when the teen, blue eyes wide, runs his hands into Bruce’s hair and pulls and whines, whimpers between curses and the man’s name.

All Bruce can really do, ever want to do, is grab on tighter to Tim’s hips, leave bruises, signs that Bruce (fucking *Batman*) was down on his knees for Robin. Sucking until Tim comes with a yelp, clenches the edge of the console one moment and unclenches the next.

When Tim looks down at him, the teen smiles and wipes a small glob of semen from the edge of the man’s mouth, sucks it in between his lips. Bruce’s eyes light up, and he wants to hold Tim against the console, fuck him until he cries, and whines, moans, smashing the keys of the computer.

The whole of Gotham could go up in flames and Bruce wouldn’t really give a damn until Tim stopped kissing the taste of sex from his mouth.