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Being married to Bruce Wayne goes just about how Hal thought it would.
Hal got a taste of it while they were dating, after all. The wealth, the privilege, the ease of life. And then all the attention, once they took their relationship public. So yeah, Hal definitely knew what he was getting into, and married life doesn't actually change much for him, past the living arrangement.
He slept over enough when they were dating to be familiar with Wayne Manor, but despite the frequency of those visits he still always felt like a guest, and thus nothing happening there was really his business. He didn't know what Alfred's schedule was, didn't know what Bruce's sons got up to, didn't know the workers who came and went past a vague recognition. It was never worth any note, because it didn't have anything to do with him.
But now Hal is officially a member of the household, a member of the family, and so that's probably been the biggest change for him. Because now he's not just Bruce Wayne's boyfriend. He's a husband and, more weirdly, a step-father.
It wasn't like he'd never met Bruce's boys before; Dick and Jason are probably the two most important people in Bruce's life, and that was always clear from Day One. So yeah, once he and Bruce started getting more serious, Hal spent some time with the kids. But it was always...not weird, per say, but maybe awkward. Hal had never been especially good with kids, and he comforted himself with the barrier that he only had to spend a couple hours around them to show Bruce he wasn't a terrible person who hated his boys.
Besides, the kids weren't bad, as far as kids go. Both were interested in hearing about Hal's job as a pilot, which is something Hal could talk about for hours without pausing for breath. They were both pretty mature anyway, so at least he didn't have to put up with some whiny children whenever he had to be around them. And the impermanence of the meetings made it even easier.
But now it is permanent. Now Hal is a fucking step-father to two boys ages sixteen and twelve, and that's so different from just being their dad's boyfriend. Now Hal has an actual responsibility to them, has to be a parent or whatever, and even though Bruce has assured him (with an amused smile) that Dick and Jason are already old enough that they don't need Hal to have a role in raising them, he still has a role.
It's important to Bruce for Hal and the boys to get along, and frankly Hal just finds it awkward as hell if he doesn't, considering they live under the same roof. Considering they spend a hell of a lot more time together now than they ever did before, since they're always around Bruce and Hal is, too.
So Hal...tries. He asks them about school and takes them to baseball games and gives them a tour of where he works. He makes a fucking effort, because it's not like he has another choice if he wants to stay with Bruce. If he wants his—their—home life to not be weird as fuck.
It gets easier once Hal starts thinking of himself more as a fun uncle than a step-father. It might not be accurate, but the small self-denial makes Hal not feel as weird about the whole thing. A fun uncle just gets to do fun shit with his nephews, isn't a parent. The fun uncle gives the kids back at the end of the day, where their real dad will handle all the real life shit.
That, Hal can do. That Hal can probably even be good at, given time.
Six months in and progress has been...not bad. He and the kids are on what seem like good terms, even if Hal's barely had a whole conversation with them that Bruce wasn't also present for. They've seemed to accept his presence in their lives and home, even if Dick does it with far more grace than Jason does.
Not that Hal blames Jason for his initial grumpiness and distance. Hal wouldn't want a stranger fucking his dad moving into his house, either. He's just glad that the glaring and clipped sentences are behind them, Jason beginning to open up. Because it makes Bruce happy as hell to have that happening. So Hal will listen to a million rants about this book character or that if it means things are going well.
Hal is at home more than Bruce is during the day, CEO of Wayne Enterprises a far more demanding job than that of a test pilot. Not that Hal's job isn't hard, because it fucking is, but it requires a lot less of his time to be on-base. They call him in, he does a couple rides, he goes home while they tinker and talk jargon. Wash, rinse, repeat.
It's on one such day—where Hal is done for the day by noon, and thus back at the Manor—when things...shift.
Alfred makes a late lunch for him at about three, when Hal comes sniffing around the kitchen to grab something for himself (still not used to having a butler who like, just does that stuff for him now). They make small talk, both enquiring after each others' work in the polite equilibrium Hal and Alfred settled into almost immediately upon Hal moving in, and then Hal finishes up and turns to leave.
"Ah, Master Hal," Alfred says, and Hal stops in the doorway, glancing back at the other man with a questioning eyebrow. "Would you alert Master Dick that I have snacks prepared if he would like something while he's studying?"
Hal nods his agreement easily, and waves off Alfred's words of gratitude as he leaves the kitchen, heading in the direction of the bedrooms.
It's a little after three-thirty, and Dick's been home a few hours now, enjoying the extra free time brought on by a half-day. Jason is still at school, some club of his having their weekly meeting. It leaves the Manor perfectly quiet as Hal walks through the halls, all of its inhabitants either absent or holed away. Not that the Manor ever gets loud, of course. The place is like a mausoleum.
It isn't hard to find Dick's room—even though he's only ever visited it like, once, maybe—since both Dick and Jason are not too far from the master bedroom despite how many rooms there are up here. Hal's pretty sure it's because it made them feel better to be close when they were small and first moving in (trauma will do that to you, Hal figures) and they just never moved further away once they were comfortable.
Hall raps his knuckles on the door twice as he turns the doorknob, pushing inside of Dick's room. His mouth is already opening to begin passing along Alfred's message, but the words die in his throat as he sees what's waiting for him inside.
Dick is standing in front of the full-length mirror hanging next to his closet, twisted with one leg extended to the side as if to get a glimpse of his own backside in the mirror. He's frozen in place with Hal's entrance, looking at Hal with wide, panicked eyes, lips parting soundlessly.
And Hal can understand why. Because that outfit...that outfit.
His shirt could only generously be called a shirt, a tight black thing with tiny straps for 'sleeves' and a low neckline, the hemline ending well before his bellybutton. It shows off his defined abs, and the style of the shirt has pushed the boy's pecs up, making them look more defined like small tits, which the low neckline only shows off even more.
He's also wearing a light blue pleated skirt, the length not even reaching his mid-thighs. A couple inches below the hemline of the skirt are black bands trimmed with lace, with strips extending down from them to connect to sheer stockings. All of it fits him perfectly.
It...Fucking Christ. The boy is wearing fucking garters and a skirt, has a top to push his pretty little tits up, and is that lip gloss or is his mouth just naturally pink and wet like that? Either way, it's fucking obscene. All of it is obscene. It's fucking whorish. It's—it's—it's hot as hell.
"H-Hal," Dick manages to stutter out, finally unlocking himself from his frozen position to instead straighten up, arms folding over his chest and shoulders hunching, his shame and embarrassment clear. His gaze darts away from Hal every few seconds, like he's trying to hold eye contact but can't manage it. His cheeks have a lovely dusting of red now, and it adds to the...everything about him. "What are you doing here? Why didn't you knock?"
Yeah, Hal probably should have. Boundaries and all that. But he hadn't been thinking, it didn't seem like a big deal; he figured Dick was going to be doing homework like he usually does at this time of day, not...this.
Hal can't keep his eyes from roaming up and down Dick's body. God he looks good. He looks desperate, like a perfect slut. A skirt that barely covers his ass, a shirt that shouldn't even qualify as one, and those goddamn garters to draw attention to his long, lean legs. All of it perfectly put together with an expert eye, clearly intended to draw eyes towards him, to get attention, to have people want him.
You don't wear a fucking outfit like that just for the hell of it. You wear it so that anyone who sees you in it is picturing bending you over the nearest flat surface and fucking you stupid. You do it to show off your body, to dangle it in front of everyone, to tease and temp and beg for a strong man to put you in your place.
Oh yeah, Hal could put this slut in his place. Christ, Dick is begging for it! Why else would he dress like a cheap whore? Why would he leave his door unlocked while he did this, knowing Hal was the only one in the house? No, the little slut knows what he was doing. And even if he doesn't realize—well, Hal can show him. Can teach him what he wants, what he hasn't been able to acknowledge about himself when he wears that. Can show him what happens when you act like a whore.
With a click that echoes in the otherwise dead silent room, the door closes behind Hal, the turning of the lock even louder. Dick's eyes flick down to track the action, throat bobbing nervously, posture turning more defensive.
"What are you doing?" Dick asks. His voice is raised like it's supposed to be a demand, but the way it shakes undercuts the boy's attempt to sound firm by a mile. "Why are you here?"
"Why are you dressed like that?" Hal retorts, and Dick's cheeks get redder.
"It's none of your business," Dick says shortly. "Just—get out, we can talk later or whatever."
Hal is shaking his head before Dick has even finished speaking, and he starts taking a few strolling steps forward, gait perfectly measured. Dick's matching steps backward are far more scrambled and uneasy.
"Does Bruce know he has such a slut for a son?" Hal asks, eyes hooded as he admires the golden skin between the hem of the skirt and the top of the garters. He wants to get his hands on that skin, see if it's as soft as it looks.
A choked noise escapes Dick. "I'm not a—what the hell, Hal?" His voice raises to a shout by the end, but his wide eyes and quick retreat have Hal's attention instead of the attempt at bravado.
"'Course you are," Hal scoffs, continuing to move closer. "Look at yourself, Dick. You think good boys wear the shit you're wearing? Nu-uh, sweetheart. That's the kind of thing spoiled bitches put on when they want a little attention."
Dick jolts as his hips hit the edge of his desk, no more backing up possible, and Hal closes the rest of the distance between them before Dick can figure out what he wants to do next.
The boy gasps, jaw dropped wide as Hal presses up against him, bracing his hands to either side of Dick's hips, pinning the boy in place. Dick has to crane his head up to look him in the eye like this, and Hal likes it, likes how easily he engulfs Dick. Bruce and Hal are the same height and Bruce is broader than him, so Hal doesn't get to experience this kind of thing anymore, and he forgot how much he enjoyed it. Enjoyed having his partner smaller than him.
Helpless. Controllable.
Dick braces his hands on Hal's chest and tries to shove him away, but Hal simply wraps an arm around Dick's waist and forces them even more firmly together, refusing to budge.
"Get off!" Dick demands, something panicked entering his expression as his attempts to move Hal off of him fail miserably. "What are you doing? Leave me alone!"
Hal chuckles, shaking his head. This close, he can tell that it is lip gloss making Dick's mouth so pink and shiny, and he can see a hint of product in Dick's hair, the tousled locks apparently styled to be so. Goddamn, the slut really went all out for this look of his. Poor desperate baby, absolutely gagging for it.
"Calm down, sweetheart," Hal chastises. His hand still braced on the desk moves to instead rest on Dick's hip, thumb brushing over the bared skin above the top of the skirt. The muscles of Dick's stomach contract at the touch, abs rolling, and Hal gives a pleased hum at the reaction. So sensitive. "I'm just giving you what you want, don't worry."
"No," Dick protests. He tries to put some distance between them, back curving away from Hal, but Hal simply follows him, bending over the boy's new arched position like he was made to be there.
And honestly, if Dick really didn't want it, would he really be moving more onto the desk instead of trying to get away from it? No, the little whore was showing himself off, pressing his chest up, arching his neck—ready and wanting to be on his back where he so clearly belongs.
Hal lets his hand slip lower, ignoring Dick's choked, "Stop," to instead trace his fingers down the length of the blue skirt until he reaches skin again. It is just as soft as it looks, and Hal strokes his palm over that strip of skin for a few seconds before he decides he wants more.
Dick's hand flashes down to wrap around Hal's wrist when Hal starts to nudge at the hem of the skirt, knuckles beginning to brush further up Dick's leg. The grip is clearly intended to stop Hal from moving higher, and Dick's definitely strong for someone so slight—probably due to his gymnastics. But the angle isn't exactly the best, and it isn't hard for Hal to press up against the pressure, sliding his fingers under the skirt with a grin.
Smooth, smooth skin, like a groomed whore. And then Hal gets a truly delightful surprise, because his hand gets higher and higher without touching any underwear, without any obstruction—until he gets right up to the junction of Dick's legs. Because the boy is wearing fucking panties.
"Goddamn," Hal says on a breath, arousal thrumming through him as he rubs his fingers over the fucking silk material of Dick's panties, amused by the way Dick tucked his cock into them, enjoying the delicate lace lining the waist and leg holes of the panties. "You really went all out, didn't you, sweetheart?"
"Please stop," Dick says, blue eyes shining oh so sweetly. "I don't want this, I didn't mean—please, Hal, stop."
"You want this," Hal disagrees. "You just don't want to admit it yet. All you rich, uptight little bitches are the same, Dick. You have everything handed to you on a silver platter but you don't want any of that, you want rough, want a real man to step in and show you how it is. To take you, give you everything you've been missing in your picture-perfect life. That's why you all dress like fucking whores and show yourselves off. Can't ask for it, but desperate for someone to take it."
"No!" Dick shouts back, voice breaking. The shine in his eyes gets thicker. "No, please, stop. I don't—that's not true, I was just having a little bit of fun—"
"I'll show you fun," Hal says, groping Dick's cock through the panties. It starts hardening under his touch, and it makes Hal smirk. He slips his other hand away from Dick's waist to instead palm over the curve of his ass, and he can't help the moan that escapes him. It's so damn plump, perfectly round and pronounced in a way that speaks to Dick working out specifically to get it this way, to make his ass as enticing as it is, to make everyone picture forcing him down and fucking him stupid—
Hal bends down, slamming his mouth against Dick's and kissing him deeply, thrusting his tongue into the smaller mouth without reservation. His lip gloss tastes like cherries and there's a hint of caramel on his tongue like he was eating some candy earlier. It's fucking delicious, and Hal ignores Dick's protesting noise to instead take his fill, claiming Dick's cute little mouth for his own.
He pictures sticking his cock between these wet, red lips and moans again, biting down on Dick's bottom lip, hips twitching forward to rub against Dick's thigh. That action makes heat flare up Hal's spine, so he does it again and again, humping Dick's thigh, the boy's pretty little skirt riding up with the action, revealing more of Dick's body for Hal's attention.
Pulling a hand away from Dick's panties—now wet with the boy's precum—Hal instead reaches up to grope at Dick's chest, squeezing one of his small tits in his palm. He yanks the low neckline of the shirt to the side, revealing that pretty little tit, and moans at the skin-on-skin contact as he gropes at it again. He twists Dick's nipple between his fingers, enjoying the noise that drags out of the boy.
"That's it, baby," Hal purrs, breaking the kiss to mouth at Dick's jaw, trailing wet kisses along the length of it. "There's a good slut, enjoy yourself."
"Please stop," Dick groans, but Hal can feel Dick's hard cock, can feel the way the boy is trembling with desire. Can hear it in his voice, how overcome he is. Little goddamn whore. Yeah, he wants this. Fucking deserves it.
Hal shifts back, ignoring the flare of relief in Dick's eyes to instead grab his hips and spin him around quickly, putting his back to Hal's chest before Hal plants a hand between his shoulder blades and shoves him down. Dick tries to fight it, but Hal's stronger and soon he has Dick pinned, the boy's chest pressed to the desk.
It sticks Dick's hips up in the air, his ass, and Hal licks his lips at the sight, the way the the material of the skirt lifts up because of the position. It's nothing for Hal to flip up the skirt, bearing that amazing ass to Hal's gaze. The panties do nothing to hide it, the pale blue of them perfectly matching his skirt and barely managing to do anything more than cover his crack.
"Look at you," Hal murmurs, stroking his fingers gently over the curve of Dick's ass before palming at it, squeezing both cheeks in his hands, playing with them, pulling them apart and watching the strip of the silk panties slide into Dick's crack like a thong. Hal follows it with his thumb, running it between Dick's cheeks and then down to his tight asshole.
The hole contracts under his attention, and Dick slams a fist against the desk, saying, "Stop, fuck, Hal, please stop this, please."
"With your boypussy winking at me?" Hal asks with amusement. "How could I leave you now, baby girl?"
Dick jolts and makes a surprised, upset noise. "You—what? Why would you call me—I'm not—"
Hal shushes him, rubbing his thumb firmly back and forth over Dick's hole, delighting in the soft noise that forces from the boy. "Aren't you though, sweetheart? Wearing a skirt and garters, showing off your cute little tits, lip gloss and hair done, silk and lace panties...And then this sweet hole, desperate like a cunt. My good baby girl, aren't you? Not Bruce's strong eldest son, that's for sure."
"No," Dick whimpers. "Stop, Hal. We can—I won't tell anyone, I promise. Please just stop."
Hal chuckles. "Such a fucking tease, Dickie. You wave your ass around and push your tits up in the air and you want to deny me from want I want? Not how this works, baby. In this house we follow through. So how about you be a good girl and spread your legs for me, hm? Show yourself off for Daddy, and maybe I'll go easy on you."
Never in his life has Hal ever had interest in a daddy kink, but the word just slipped out, and it's hotter than he ever thought it would be. This is his boy, now. His good girl. And he'll take care of his little slut. Dick's new Daddy is gonna give him everything he could ever want.
"Please, Hal," Dick says hoarsely. "Please let me go. I don't want to do this."
Hal tuts at him, stroking his back and pushing up the shirt to bare Dick even further. "Make your choice, sweetheart."
Dick lets out a sound like a sob and buries his face in his folded arms. There's a long, pregnant pause where he doesn't move otherwise, and Hal is starting to roll his eyes at the whore still trying to pretend he doesn't deserve this. But then Dick's legs begin to part, feet planting on the ground as he spreads them for Hal. It pushes Dick's ass even further in the air, and Hal smiles, groping at the cheeks again, loving the way they feel in his hands.
"That's a good girl," Hal says. "Okay, baby. You want me to go easy? You want me to be nice for your first time? Take your cunt sweet and slow?"
"Please don't fuck me," Dick says, voice choked and thick with tears. "Please don't, I've never—please, Hal. Don't—you can...a-anything else, just don't fuck me. Please."
Arousal shoots through Hal like a rocket, cock throbbing in his jeans, almost painfully hard. The slut's getting there, promising him anything, framing it like a deal instead of desperation for Hal to do that anything.
"Ask properly," Hal says, the words coming out rough from how turned on he is. "What don't you want me to fuck, baby girl? Huh?"
Another long pause, during which Hal can hear Dick sniffling as the boy trembles underneath him, and then Dick says, "Please don't fuck my—boypussy. Please, Hal, don't fuck my hole. My—my...cunt."
Hal moans, humping forward against Dick's presented ass, nearly lightheaded from how turned on he is.
"Good girl," Hal breathes. "Okay, sweetheart. I won't fuck your cunt. " Dick slumps with relief. "Now where's your lube?"
Dick jolts, going tense again. "But—but you said—"
Hal laughs, patting Dick's ass comfortingly, and then slapping it when he sees the way the impact makes Dick's ass wiggle appealingly. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna fuck your cunt. But I'm not going to do nothing, sweetheart, so where's your fucking lube?"
With a shaky breath, Dick says, "Bedside table."
"Thank you," Hal says, and then leans down to brush his lips against the shell of Dick's ear as he says, "Now you stay right here, while I go get it, Dick. If you try to run I'll just be angry, and then, well, the only thing that will make me feel better will be burying myself in your slut hole, you get me?" He smiles a little, and Dick shudders. "Of course, if you want to force me to take you, then by all means, try to reach the door and unlock it before I catch you."
Dick doesn't say anything in response, just gives a jerky nod of acknowledgement. Satisfied, Hal peels off of him, striding across the room to reach the bedside table. There's just one drawer, and Hal yanks it open, swiping up the lube and then turning back to Dick.
Thankfully the boy—like a good little girl—hasn't moved an inch, and Hal takes a moment to admire the sight laid out before him, a pretty little whore bent over a desk, ass up and ready for Hal to ruin him.
Next time, Hal will fuck that hole. Next time Dick won't be able to demure. No, Hal is going to pull the band of the panties to the side and fuck him with the whole ensemble still on, watch his cock plunge in and out while the little whore's skirt flaps back and forth, baby cock trapped by his silk panties—
Next time. A wonderful fantasy for next time.
Hal undoes his belt and zipper as he walks back over to Dick, pulling his cock out of his pants. The freedom makes him give a soft moan, his member immediately bobbing up in the air, dark red with need and dripping at the head.
Dick flinches when Hal steps up behind him again, and sucks in a sharp breath when Hal ruts his bare cock against Dick's thigh. Precum smears across Dick's skin, and drips down to stain the sheer material of the boy's stockings. It makes something possessive flare in Hal, the desire to make a mess of Dick, ruin him for anyone else, destroy the pretty little whore until Dick is begging for his cock, presenting his hole like the desperate slut he is.
Oh yes, they've got a lot of fun times ahead of them, him and Dick. But for now...
Hal opens the bottle of lube and squeezes a good amount out onto his palm, then lowers his hand to Dick's thighs and smears the lube on the inside of them. It makes Dick jump, and his, "What?" goes ignored as Hal makes sure he's nice and slick, wet like a good whore should be. Then he wraps his palm around his cock and gives himself a few strokes, the remainder of the lube slicking his member up.
Discarding the bottle of lube, Hal shuffles forward, one hand around his cock to guide it where he wants it, pressing it between Dick's thighs and humming at the wet, warm, smooth sensation.
"Push your thighs together, baby girl," Hal says roughly, hands slotting around Dick's hips as the boy hesitantly follows the instruction, his thighs closing around Hal's cock.
"Yes," Hal groans approvingly, hands tightening on Dick's hips, and then he begins to thrust, sliding his cock through the whore's thighs, using his legs like a convenient sex toy. That's all he is. A slut, a whore, gagging for attention, begging to be used and abused. Hal will give him everything and more.
The sound produced from Hal thrusting again and again only makes him hotter, groans and moans spilling from his mouth as he chases his own pleasure in the slick heat of Dick's thighs.
But it's not enough, he wants more, he needs—
"Tighten up," Hal grunts, smacking Dick on the ass. "Come on, baby girl, maybe your whore body has been used enough that all of you is loose but I want you tight. Do it, sweetheart."
Dick garbles out something Hal can't understand, but the boy does press his legs together even tighter until there's a vice grip around Hal's cock, providing Hal with exactly what he needs.
"Good slut," Hal moans, fucking harder, faster, more turned on than he's been in a long time. "That's right, good whore. Fuck, so desperate, so—fuck—my little whore—"
One hand still on Dick's hip to pin him right where he wants him, Hal's other moves back to Dick's ass, squeezing roughly at the cheeks, smacking them, pulling the band of the panties so the silk jams even more firmly between his cheeks, the barest of bare forms of modesty, all a whore should ever wear.
His fingers follow that strip of fabric, dipping into Dick's crack, rubbing over it and his tight little hole. Hal can't wait to fuck it, to claim all of Dick, to fuck Dick out until he's a drooling, stupid mess, head empty of anything except pleasing Hal, taking Hal's cock. Loyal and ready the way a whore should be.
Harder and harder he rubs over that hole as he fucks between Dick's thighs, until the tip of one of his fingers is pushing against the tight ring of muscle, pushing past it, Dick's body sucking down his lube-slick fingers like the greedy thing it is.
Dick jerks underneath him, a shout of alarm climbing out of him. "No, no, Hal please you promised, you said, please oh my god Hal—"
Hal really likes the way Dick sounds when he's desperately calling his name.
"Calm down," Hal grunts, hand leaving Dick's hip to instead pull aside one of his ass cheeks so he can watch his finger disappear into the cute little boypussy. "I'm not gonna put my cock in your ass, okay? Calm down, you little slut. Christ."
Dick makes another of those choked sob noises, but doesn't put forth any other protests, so Hal gets back to one he was doing. He starts fucking his finger in and out in time with the way his cock is thrusting between Dick's thighs, panting heavily under the force of his arousal.
He adds a second finger quickly, and maybe Dick's soft pained noise shouldn't turn him on but it does, fanning the fire in his gut. The little rich bitch all at his mercy. He could do whatever the fuck he wanted to Dick and the whore couldn't stop him. And he can make Dick thank him at the end of it all. His good little fucking slut.
A third finger, and his thrusts speed up, fingerfucking Dick's ass for all it's worth, rutting his cock through the vice of Dick's legs like he owns it. Dick moans underneath him, and Hal grins, high on arousal and the beautiful body beneath him. How did he get so damn lucky?
"That's right," Hal pants. "Let yourself go, baby. Don't have to pretend with me, I know what you are. Fuck, such a good little slut, goddamn."
Hal can feel his orgasm approaching, and he chases it roughly, unable to keep his moans down as the heat builds and builds and builds. When he's right on the edge, when he feels it about to hit, his yanks his cock back out of Dick's thighs and on the next thrust in he pushes his cock into Dick's panties, coming all over the inside of them with a long groan, hips continuing to rock through it as sparks go off in his eyes.
When he comes back to himself, he takes a few moments to pant and calm down, eyes dragging over the beautiful body beneath him. The way Dick's hole is clenched around his fingers, the complete disarray of his once-perfect outfit, the way Dick's panties are cradling Hal's cock like the sleeve Dick is meant to be, will be one day soon.
Slowly, and ignoring the protesting noise Dick gives, Hal begins thrusting his fingers in and out of Dick's ass again, setting a leisurely but strong pace as his other hand reaches around to grope at Dick's cock. The boy is half-hard, bulging against the silk of his panties and soaked by Hal's cum, the liquid turning the pale blue of the panties dark instead, some of it even sliding slow and thick down Dick's thighs, seeping into his garters and stockings.
"Please," Dick chokes out. "Please don't. You already—don't make me—"
"It's okay," Hal coos, thrusting his fingers deeper, groping harder at Dick's cock, dragging a reluctant moan out of the boy. "Come for me, baby girl. Come like the desperate whore you are. Like me fucking your thighs, huh? Like me using your body like you're nothing more than a toy? Huh, sweetheart? Why don't you come all over your nice little panties, ruin 'em. I already did, after all."
Dick sobs out another moan. Hal gets another idea, and instead moves the material of Dick's panties to pull the boy's cock out of it, leaving his own still resting inside. He wraps his palm around Dick's cock and jerks him roughly, not stopping until a shudder is running up the boy's spine and his orgasm hits him. Hal aims his cock towards the inside of the boy's cute little skirt, stroking him for all he's worth and then dropping the soft member.
Dick has collapsed boneless against the desk, body shaking but perfectly limp. Hal pulls away slowly, smirking as he wipes his cum-slick cock off on the top of Dick's stockings. Then he tucks himself back into his pants, straightening his clothes and running a hand through his hair and simply admiring the sight before him.
The boy is a fucking mess, with cum staining his panties, his skirt, his stockings. He's covered in a sheen of sweat, and all of his clothes are wrinkled and rumpled, pushed up and aside for easy access to the sweet body beneath. He looks absolutely delicious, and Hal can't resist the urge to pull out his phone and snap a couple photos to keep him company until the next time they can do this.
Well, if the little slut doesn't get any ideas in his head about telling somebody.
Hal steps forward again, grabbing onto Dick to leverage him upright. Dick stumbles, head lolling, legs like jelly, and can put up no fight as Hal sits him on the desk and steps close between his thighs. He wraps a hand in Dick's sweat-damp hair and pulls him into a deep kiss, Dick's mouth slack and open against his own, pliant for whatever Hal wants.
"You were good, baby," Hal tells him honestly, breaking the kiss to brush one over Dick's cheek. Dazed eyes watch him distantly, and the tear tracks down his cheeks only make him look like more of a wreck, more delicious. Hal won't be able to get it up soon, but damn if the sight of Dick doesn't threaten to speed up that process.
"Now this was our little secret, right Dickie?" Hal says, tilting Dick's head to force the boy to meet his eyes. "Because you can tell people if you want to, but they won't believe a little whore like you, and you'll only succeed in making me mad. And if I get mad at you, then what's to stop me from inviting some friends over to enjoy a cute little whore like you?"
Hal would never do that for quite a lot a reasons—one of which being the new, nearly overwhelming possessiveness he has over Dick, and no one else is allowed to fucking touch him—but Dick doesn't know that. And, going by the way the boy's eyes go wide, it's a good threat.
"Our little secret, right?" Hal reiterates.
Dick's throat bobs. Hoarsely, he says, "Yeah. Our...Our little secret."
"Good," Hal praises. He presses a soft kiss to the corner of Dick's mouth and then pulls back. Dick sways slightly, but manages to not topple off the desk, remaining upright as he watches Hal back away towards the door.
Hal unlocks and opens the door, then pauses, glancing back at Dick. "Oh! Almost forgot. Alfred said he has snacks for your studying, if you want any."
Then he slips into the hall, shutting the door firmly between them.
Later that night, when Hal climbs into bed, Bruce is reading, leaning back against a pair of pillows and the headboard as his eyes scan the pages of his book.
Hal isn't deterred, moving closer, nosing at Bruce's jaw and then kissing his neck, slow and sweet but filled with intention.
He hears Bruce huff an amused breath, and the man says, "Someone's in the mood." But despite the dry tone, he does tilt his head away to grant Hal more access to his neck.
Hal hums his agreement. With one hand he plucks the book from Bruce's grasp, and with the other he starts to unbutton Bruce's sleep shirt, stroking down firm muscles and tough skin as more is revealed.
Bruce doesn't stop Hal from straddling his lap, grinding them together, capturing his mouth in a deep kiss. His husband groans softly into it, hips rolling up to meet Hal's, hands roaming. It's perfect, remains perfect as it escalates, remain just as goddamn amazing as sex with Bruce always has been, and surely always will.
But it's—missing something now.
In his head, Hal pictures those photos he took earlier, the ones he masturbated to right before Bruce got home, the ones he's glanced at quite a few times throughout the day. The debauched little slut. The skirt, the panties, the way Dick was so helpless beneath him...
"Hey," Hal says breathlessly, and Bruce blinks pupil-blown eyes at him, "wanna try something a little new?"
It won't be the same. Bruce isn't small, isn't fragile, isn't vulnerable in the way a slim teenager is. But it will be enough. It will be enough until the next time Hal can spend some alone time with his sweet whore again.
"Sure," Bruce says, easy and trusting and unsuspicious, and Hal kisses him again before he starts to describe the fantasy.