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Who's up for some training?
Rather than escaping the headlock, Ben would simply play the role of helpless, allowing his features to mimick someone truly caught. A low whine escaped full lips as he looked to the crusader, almost narrowing his eyes. “Alright, alright, you win this one, Batsy.”
Bruce only loosened his arms but not entirely, keeping one arm wrapped around his neck as he smirked against the younger boy's ear and stepped closer. "Sorry, didn't hear that. What'd you say?"
"That’s it. Nice and easy." Except it wasn’t that nice and easy, not with Hal anyway. His fingers curled into the other’s hair and tugged him closer to his cock, forcing more of his thick length down that beautiful throat, urging a moan from Hal’s lips. The Lantern’s construct dug itself deeper and deeper inside of Bruce, until it was in until the hilt, filling the other up and throbbing inside of him. After having stretched Bruce out around his construct, he started to move the hard light in and out of the man’s hole, slowly building up a pace at which he fucked the caped crusader, all the while still tugging on Bruce’s hair and forcing more of the other’s mouth on his cock. "You’d look so pretty covered in cum, Brucie."
His hands slid up the Lantern's legs, nails digging into his ass for purchase as he practically thrust the whole of his length inside of Bruce's mouth, thick hard and long and fuck it he wanted it all. He squeezed on the muscles of his ass and forced more of the man into him, the sound of Hal's moan mixed with the feel of his construct slowly begin to move just further adding to the heat building up in his stomach. His eyes snapped close every time he felt the construct thrust back into him, his throat closing in around the man's cock as he stayed helplessly in bliss underneath him, not even able to nod and agree to the notion of being covered in cum.
"No one else better get to see you like this. All needy with your ass up in the air begging to get fucked. This ass is all mine, understood?" Hal pulled back from the other’s hole, spitting on it raunchily before leaning back down to fuck the other with his tongue, splitting the other’s muscles open on his strong tongue as he continued to jerk the man off. After a while, he pulled away again and the construct inside of Bruce’s mouth disappeared. Instead, Hal flipped Bruce over on his back again and straddled his chest, his thick cock now right in front of Bruce’s lips— the construct that was at the man’s mouth earlier was now nudging the other’s pink hole, slowly slipping inside of him in preparation of Hal’s cock. "Show me how much you like my cock, Brucie. Show me how big of a whore you are for me.” He growled, gripping his own cock by the base and smacking it against Bruce’s lips a couple of times.
The caped crusader had to hold his breath when the man pulled back, a soft whimper escaping him at the possibility that that was it. He pulled his head back to free his mouth of the construct, his jaw feeling a little off for him to speak. "All I hear is talk, Jordan. When are you going to claim it?" He asked back, managing a smirk as he rested his head against the mattress for a second before it snapped back up with another moan as his tongue speared his hole, stretching him wider and making him weaker in the knees when all he could think was release. He was flipped over again with another grunt and suddenly the weight of the Lantern on his chest and his thick beautiful cock hovering over his lips. Bruce didn't even know he wanted it until it was staring him right in the face and his mouth clamored to latch itself onto it, enveloping the head of him slowly before taking the rest of him in just as he felt the dull throbbing of one of Hal's construct thrusting itself into his ass and a disgruntled moan hummed against his length.
"You’re going to look so pretty sucking my cock, Brucie. Can’t wait." He teased, smacking one of Bruce’s ass cheeks hard before leaning down to spread them apart with both hands, his tongue delving deeper and finally breaching the other’s rim of muscles. Hal forced his construct deeper into Bruce’s mouth, making the hard light fuck the other hero’s mouth softly. The Lantern moaned at Bruce’s taste and he couldn’t get enough of it, swirling his tongue around the other’s tight entrance over and over again, finally thrusting his tongue in and out of the other at high speeds as one of his hands slid in between the man’s legs and gripped his fat cock tightly, jerking it off slowly as he continued spearing Bruce open on his tongue.
The man had to stifle the urge to hit the Lantern upside the head for his teasing and his taunting with a groan, all too inclined to bite down on the construct just to see if it'll inflict some sort of pain on him but revenge and resentment was easily forgotten as soon as he had his tongue diving deeper inside of him, his muscles stretching and contracting from the contact. His mind was reeling from it all and his body reacted for him, moaning and pushing his hips up against the other's tongue, all while writhing inside from the man's slow strokes. Bruce paid for it by taking in more of the lantern's construct, head bobbing back and forth against it slowly and attempting to take more in with each thrust.
Who's up for some training?
"Not against it." Shrugging, Ben quickly laced up, still taking note of the half-hidden smile upon Bruce’s lips. Dodging the right hook for a moment, he quickly recovered, or at least attempted to with an uppercut. "Are you?"
"Is that a rhetorical question?" He asked, evading the uppercut with a slight step backwards and a quick roundabout to locking the boy's head in a tight headlock, amusement clinging to his lips.
Hal let go of Bruce’s cock, needing both of his hands to flip the other over and pull his hips into the air. Bruce was now laying on his stomach, ass perched up right in front of Hal’s face. The Lantern smirked widely, leaning closer to lap his tongue against the other’s hole, slowly teasing the rim. A construct of hard light appeared in front of Bruce, a cock-shaped objected prodding at the man’s mouth. “Suck it. Want to see how you look sucking a cock.”
Bruce didn't even have the chance to protest (not like he was going to) when he felt the warmth of Hal's hand slip from his still hungry cock and suddenly be flipped over onto his stomach with a light grunt. He turned his head and gripped the sheets for purchase, glaring at the other man until his tongue started to lap against his hole, the wetness of it catching him by surprise and causes an involuntary gasp to escape him. His fingers just curl tighter around the sheets, all too eager to please all of the sudden as he opened his mouth and take in the head, his tongue slow and deliberate as it slides around the head, testing the waters slightly.
"Mmh. Tell me I’m your favourite baddie and I might let you kiss me."
"Already talking to him."
Deserted place
Booster chuckled and narrowed his gaze at Bruce. “Why would you kick my ass when I haven’t done anything! It sounds very unfair to me!”
He sighed and swallowed another gulp of wishkey.
"Keep calling me Sourface and that'll be your reason."
"Maybe I was waiting for you, Batsie. Who knows?"
"Well, I'm here now."
"Not when I’m practically naked and didn’t invite you over. Maybe I’m waiting for someone, who knows."
"Were you waiting for someone?"
"Oh, Bruce, that doesn’t answer my question now does it sweetie?"
"Do I need a reason? Can't I just enjoy your bed?"
Finally, Hal was going to have his way with Bruce. The Lantern had been waiting for this moment for a long time now, and he was going to make every single second count. His strokes were slow, teasing, admiring the other’s thick length with his hand, almost worshiping it. He backed off a little, sliding off of Bruce’s lap so he was situated in between the man’s legs, his free hand already sliding in between Bruce’s ass cheeks. “Say you’re mine.” Hal growled, eyes locked with Bruce’s.
It was a little too easy for the man to lose himself with the anticipation and the need. Or maybe it was jsut the slow deliberate strokes of Hal's hand around his eager length that was driving him a little mad as he tilted his head backwards and bit back another moan. He pulled his head forward enough to catch the man's eyes, his growling making his already hard cock in his grasp twitch. "Yours."
"Mhh. Why are you in my room in the first place? Is there anything I can do for you, Bruce?"
Bruce didn't answer, just shrugged his shoulders and slid into bed next to him.
“Of course you do. Idiot.”
"You could use reminding."
Deserted place
Booster prompted himself up with his shoulders, looking at the man. “I know you name, I just like calling you Sourface. Have people told you yo have a bit of a sourface?”
Bruce sighed, like that was the first time he's heard someone tell him that, and sat himself down at the foot of the man's bed as he brought the bottle to his lips. "Make a habit of calling me by my real name then so I don't kick your ass."
"I’m not just anyone now, am I?" He mumbles against the other’s neck, his hand slowly trailing down the man’s chest, down his abs, until he has the other’s thick pole in his hand, slowly jerking it off. "Is that you giving me permission to fuck you silly?"
Bruce was aware he wasn't but he wasn't that lost in the lust to admit that just yet and posed to bite down on his lower lip, raising his hips further into his expert hands as he stifled a moan. His hands still wound in the other man's hair, he tugged on it, pulling him high enough so he could tug on his ear with his teeth as he whispered, "Do whatever you want with me." His insides already squirming and writhing at the thought of Hal inside of him.
Deserted place
Booster lied down on the bed, legs and arms wide open. “I am sure there is some whiskey around here for you, Sourface”
"The name is Bruce." He reiterated sourly, probably not helping his case. He folded his arms over his chest as he scanned the room for a bottle of Whiskey, finding one by the foot of his bed.
