Scent & Savory

At this point, it's probably safe to call it a fetish. By all means, seeing Bruce in a perfectly tailored suit definitely brings forward an erotic response in Tim (as much as he hates it sometimes). He's not really sure where it comes from, one could argue that the suit equals power (and Tim sure as hell loves how assertive the man is), but Bruce's dominant aura overflows in anything. He could be wearing nothing but a fig leaf and that wouldn't change a thing.

So he watches (studies) Bruce as the man puts on his tie in the mirror, suit jacket laying out on the edge of the bed in preparation to be worn. Tim's back is rigid in waiting, as if he'll be awarded some kind of treat at any moment. But this is the same as any morning and...well, it's a treat in itself.

Tim swallows a coughs as his older lover approaches the bed and grabs the jacket. He offers the teen a small, knowing smile and runs his fingertips over the soft skin of his bird's cheek. Tim drinks up the affection as the scent of Bruce's cologne fills his nose. It's just enough that it has a presence but it's not overpowering...unlike the man who's wearing it and towering over him. "Bruce..."

Bruce lets go of Tim only so he can slide the single breasted suit jacket on, then his hands are right back where the bird likes them. The one against his neck sits there as a large, warm presence, while the digits of the other slide across Tim's lips. He opens his mouth to the wandering fingers and scoots forward on the bed as a sign he was offering himself up.

He expected that Bruce would push him down onto the bed...and as Dick would say "have his dirty way with you", but instead, the man leans in and presses a gentle kiss to his forehead.

"Did you deliberately wait to tell me what you wanted until I was dressed?"

"Of course not." That's a lie. He really did wait and Bruce *knows* this. He knows everything Tim likes, especially how the teen actually finds the Armani suit more appealing than the batsuit, though for the longest time it was just the opposite. So he sighs softly and offers the man his most angelic smile...then sees Bruce smirk.

In their family, smirks often mean bad things are about to happen, especially when the bat draws one out. When he's all dressed up for the night, a smirk might be used after a quick fight that he found particularly amusing. But when normal, everyday Bruce Wayne wears one on his face, devilish thoughts are often brewing. It's something that Tim reacts to by leaning into the man's solid body and resting a cheek against hard abdominal muscles.

Tim can't deny that he is the most submissive of the Robins, it doesn't bother him at all. Being like this for Bruce means that he's the closest to the man and, after all, he earned being here in Bruce's bed (and dare he say, more than anyone else?). He moans softly as he nuzzles at the familiar muscles set against his cheek, turns his head up and looks at the man with soft blue eyes. Tim could start spouting how much he loves Bruce right now, but he knows that there's a time and place for everything and words of adulation are usually meant for after patrol, when they're both sated and laying with limbs in a twisted mess.

He presses closer into his lover, purring as he slides a hand down to fondle the man's groin through the expensive slacks. Tim can hear Bruce growl just above a whisper--that sound is really all that's needed to drive the teen insane with lust, but the suit as an extra, a cherry on top is enough to fill him up till he can barely take anymore.

The bird licks his lips slowly as a light blush fills his cheeks. Bruce's hand is on the back of his neck, encouraging him gently to go further and give everything he wants. And exactly what Tim wants (*needs*, no, he needs it) isn't very complicated by most people's standards, but for him, there's--he wants to say it's an art and maybe it is in some regard. Tim just feels that when he pleasures Bruce, he should focus completely on it, making each experience better than the last. He wants to impress and--well, he just wants to be as perfect as he can for the man.

So he moans softly as he opens up the zipper of Bruce's slacks and carefully reaches inside to pull the man's erection free. As much as Tim would like to lose himself completely in this act, he has to remember that his lover is dressed in a suit that's $3,000...at least (and worth every single penny for how striking it makes Bruce look).

Tim lowers himself further only so he can give the man a perfect bird's eye view as his tongue slides slowly up the underside of the shaft. Bruce's hand is sliding into his hair, pulling back his bangs so he can watch his bird press a kiss to the head. Although most people mistake Tim Drake for being an emotionless, empty person, he is nothing like that with his family. He enjoys lavishing affection on Bruce in any and every way possible, even in a act like this.

It's nice to know that his lover also enjoys it and makes it clearly known with a deep, satisfied rumble in his chest. Every noise from Bruce spurs Tim on further, his eagerness building just slow enough that he can keep pressing kisses onto the erection after every long, gradual lick. He smooths the flat of his tongue against the tip of Bruce's cock, the small organ twitching as he looks up at his lover with knowing in his eyes.

Bruce doesn't have to say a word, Tim can discern everything he needs by body language and pure connection: they're partners, they're been together so long that words are only used when absolutely needed. The teen shifts against the bed, wrapping his lips around the tip as he moves a hand to grip the base with perfect pressure. A soft moan echoes from his throat before he's calmly pushing himself further onto the shaft, taking his time so Bruce feels everything about his familiar mouth.

His hand is quickly removed to make way as he presses his nose to Bruce's pelvis and holds the man's erection in his throat. Tim swallows around the thick penetration, shutting his eyes and listening closely to the sound of Bruce's contentment over his own breathing. When he hears a soft moan from his lover, he begins to move, bobbing his head in a rhythm that allows Bruce to savor every movement.

Tim presumed that his lover would want more faster, but Bruce has a knack for lasting as long as possible (if this was Dick or Jason, they probably would have already orgasmed). He does admire this...*talent* because it allows for so much more exploration and closeness (but Tim loves everything about intimacy with Bruce). He happily takes the building rhythm of his lover's body as it comes and the way Bruce's erection slides in and out of his throat with ease. Tim opens wide for a moment, completely taking his teeth out of the picture when his lover's hips snap forward. But soon enough, he finds the head of the man's penis laying against his tongue and it's completely natural to close his mouth and give a few sharp sucks as he moves a hand to stroke the base.

He can taste Bruce's pre-ejaculate in his mouth soon enough; it's a sharp, familiar sampling of what will come as he pursues the man's pleasure with deft mouth and hand working in conjunction. Tim's eager, hungry, to give Bruce everything he can with studied precision that's bound to-- Ah. There.

His mouth fills moments later as Bruce shakes above him with a growl that shoots all the way down to Tim's groin. He strokes the man's penis in quick movements and swallows the thick liquid, eyes focused on his lover's face. There's really no better sight than seeing Bruce reach sexual completion, especially because of Tim's body. There's a sense of pride and fulfillment that comes with it...and underneath all of that: love and loyalty.

Tim slowly removes his mouth from the hypersensitive skin so he can put Bruce back together like nothing had ever happened. The Armani suit is still perfectly clean and despite the arousal jutting out from his own legs, Tim feels satisfied, even moreso when Bruce bends down and presses a gentle kiss to his lips.

"Was that what you wanted?"

He nods and doesn't ask for anything more because he doesn't *have* to. Bruce is already seating himself and sliding a hand down into the bird's lap. Tim moans softly and thinks that maybe this is the perfect time to say, "I love you."