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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Batman:_The_Animated_Series, Batman_(Unspecified_canon)
  Relationship:
      Batman/Robin
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-04-11 Words: 905
****** Sustain ******
by drvology
Summary
     Everything around them remained quiet and without threat and Gotham
     murmured her midnight song.
Notes
     B:TAS is my favorite Batverse incarnation; it's become my default
     setting when imagining the characters &c. That established, I think
     the fic I write can be aptly labeled 'canon & time nonspecific.'
     → Written in an hour for 60_minute_fics challenge group @ LJ ||
     070607 Prompt #1 Stir Crazy.
Robin shifted from side to side, lift of his hips and resettle of his
shoulders. He rested his chin on the curl of his fist, flattened his hand and
rolled his chin on his knuckles, tilted and pillowed his cheek in his palm. He
boosted his feet onto his toes, knocked his heels on the roof, pushed back up
to his toes.
He sighed, near silent, chewed on his lip to stifle his breath lengthening to a
whine.
Bored bored bored. Bored.
Robin did a push-up, slow and steady, counted to ten holding himself up.
Counted to ten as he lowered back down. He scanned the street, the alleys, the
sky. Surveillance, recon, whatever it made him twitchy. Made him want to act,
especially when nothing was happening, when the con was a no-show. Not even one
bumbling henchman.
He tapped his fingertip on the ridge of granite that lined the vaulting outcrop
he was perched upon. It scrolled in seashells and fans, beads cut into it like
huge pearls, cool and smooth to the touch. It was far more interesting than the
not much going on.
"Robin."
He stilled and straightened, scuttled his hands together to press beneath his
sternum, bowed up from his center so he could see beyond the haze of periphery,
no longer lazily lying down comfy on his belly.
Batman boosted over him, flutter and flap of cape, looming shadow. Straddled,
balance of weight, breathed along his neck, into his ear. "Status report."
Robin shuddered and his fingernails scratched city-dust dirty granite through
his gloves. His hands tightened to fists, released, tightened again.
Batman was heavy, everywhere, and their only true point of contact was the
light brush of lips against his earlobe and the jut of his jaw.
"I'm waiting."
Robin nodded, moaned when Batman's hands molded over him, when teeth bit into
his jugular. He swallowed and tried to concentrate, tried not to feel the snaps
and catches of his suit as they released, one broad hand still gloved angling
his hips, the other bare-skinned skim down his cleft, his balls, his cock.
They surged onto all fours and Robin reared, shoulders arched and his arms far
back so he was bent, crazy angle, tipped easy this way and that in Batman's
strong hold. Batman sucked and bit over his adam's apple, up his neck, across
his jaw. Chewed his ear, chuckled when he turned his head and sought a frantic
kiss, wet and loose so spit smeared their cheeks and Batman laved his chin.
"All - clear," he managed, grunted when fingers cold and leather and slick
warmed inside him. "No sign -of -" his words broke off, broke apart and he
shoved backwards, rode forward, fucked himself on fingers, three four, then the
aching press of thumb, folded fingers, buried to palm.
"No sign of what?" Batman's teeth grazed his skin, burned and rasped, caught
his lower lip.
Robin choked, spasmed then sobbed in relief when he was guided to Batman's lap,
was sat full seated, filled in one long push.
"Anything," he whispered, jerked and hitched as Batman did nothing, as
everything around them remained quiet and without threat and Gotham murmured
her midnight song.
Batman hummed, single head bob, then they stayed. Stayed and stayed. Throb of
cock splitting his ass, throb in his cock hard jut over his tummy, their
fingers tangled while he ground his hips in slow, slow, slower circles and
Batman teethed and sucked the thin skin over his pulse until it hurt.
He counted to ten, ten more, ten again. He trembled, slick with sweat, and far
below wobbled then fell from focus and disappeared from concern. Robin
whimpered, bucked in sudden, hungry starts, stutter of movement that sunk
deeper and dragged away, deeper and dragged away.
The heel of Batman's hand turned into his belly, thrust in a gentle punch.
Robin gasped, clawed and curved, the feel of hand, fingers, touch meeting the
press of cock through his insides enough to drive him past want into gone.
Robin pushed off with his feet, landed hard, pushed off again. His spine
crested, jab of shoulderblades to Batman's chest, knock of his head to the rise
of Batman's brow. He shifted and bounced and begged, restless and nowhere near
enough.
Batman grabbed his thighs, splayed a hand at his navel. Lifted, propelled,
fucked him forward so sudden his cheek was dented by those granite pearls and
his arms were trapped underneath him.
"Good," Batman growled, tugged his hips so his knees shot out and his legs gave
way and all that remained was the delicious curve of his back and his ass open
and lush and exposed high against Batman's pubis.
It was furious, almost brutal, consumed them. Batman jacked Robin's cock and he
twitched, levered up then came, thick and fast over Batman's gloved hand. He
collapsed, grinned and worked his tongue and teeth into his lips, swiveled and
muttered, pliant under Batman as he was fucked, long and longer and until
Batman tensed, bracketed them back a pace then slammed to front, came with a
sharp soundless cry that Robin felt rake through his skin.
He couldn't move, could barely think or breathe, smiled when Batman swayed and
fell onto a hand, toppled them over onto their sides and pulled him to rest
fitted to Batman, curled within arms and cape, Batman still deep within and
Gotham lost to slumber.
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