Prompt: Bruce/Harvey happiness kink. Let them be happy boyfriends in love Ditty that's all I ask
“Bruce,” Harveysighed as he rubbed a finger along the scarred ridge where his lefteyebrow used to lay, “you have not been able to sneak up on mesince my last run as DA. Why do you even try?”
Twisting his bodyaround, Harvey felt a sly burst of pleasure as he noticed the slightingpouting lips which were the only exposed feature of the cowled figurethat stood behind him.
“How did you know Iwas here?” Bruce asked, curious as he quickly scanned thesmall office room to ensure that there were no prying eyes beforepulling off his cowl.
“There is no wind inthis room,” Harvey explained as he gestured to the variousdocuments which littered the table, “so when they all start to move ontheir own I have to assume that someone has just opened the window behind me and slithered in.”
Harvey grinned, themovement causing all his pearly teeth to become fully exposed on his leftside, as he turned back to the table.
“You might be theworlds greatest detective but I have managed to pick up a few skillsof my own over the years.”
“I am going to take that as a compliment,” Bruce muttered and Harvey felt his presence directlybehind him as Bruces’ hands fell on his broad shoulders and gentlysqueezed, “and you should compliment me more often. I feelneglected by the lack of positive regard.”
“When you stopinterfering in all of my plans then maybe we can work on massagingyour ego.”
Picking up one of thedocuments, he allowed his eyes to skim over it while pretending toignore his partner but as he uttered the word ‘massaging’ he feltBruces’ hands start to rub gently at his overworked shoulders.
Pursing his lips toprevent any sound from escaping at the firm gesture, Harvey felt hisbody betray him as he instinctively relaxed into the touch. He had been working onthese plans before him for a week straight and if he was to outsmart his enemies with as little loss as possible then he had resigned himself to at least another week of stress.
Bruces’ arrival at his hidden lair was anunexpected but not altogether too unpleasant surprise.
“What was that aboutmassaging my ego?” Bruce asked, his amusement as how pliable Harveywas in his hands mingling with a mild concern about how much tensionhe could feel in the strained muscles beneath his fingers.
“Your ego does notneed any massaging, rich boy,”, Harvey rolled his eyes, “and I ama very busy man so feel free to let me get on with my work.”
“As you wish.”Bruce conceded and Harvey felt his grip release.
Turning quickly, Harveycaught Bruces’ hand within his own and placed it back on his achingshoulders in an encouraging fashion.
“I think you’ll find,” he scolded,“that I didn’t say stop.”
