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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Batman_(Comics)
  Relationship:
      Harvey_Dent/Bruce_Wayne
  Character:
      Harvey_Dent, Bruce_Wayne
  Additional Tags:
      Rimming, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, trash, needy_Bruce,
      bottom!bruce
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-03-21 Words: 1254
****** without knowing how or when ******
by ohmcgee
Summary
     He knows Bruce hates it when he calls him that, hates it and loves
     it. He sees that defiant little glare right before color fills his
     pale cheeks and Harvey thinks oh god, the things I could do to you.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
“You like my mouth, don’t you Bruce?”
It’s past eleven and Harvey’s a little drunk on the whiskey he snuck back into
school after last break. Bruce had a sip or two but it wasn’t really for him.
He liked it better when he could taste the hint of it on Harvey’s tongue, lick
it out of his mouth.
They’re laid out on the carpet now, or Bruce is. Harvey’s dragging his mouth
down Bruce’s neck, pushing his shirt up to flick his tongue over his nipples.
He loves when they get hard for him, loves everything  about  Bruce getting
hard for him. He mouths down Bruce’s chest leaving wet trails behind, bites
with teeth at the definition of abs Bruce has started to get from joining the
rowing team.
Harvey hates those fuckers, but he goes to practice every day to watch Bruce’s
shoulders flex and the muscles in his back bunch, and make sure no one else
even fucking  looks  at him.
“Yeah,” Bruce sighs breathily when Harvey’s kisses him right below his navel,
nose pushing at the waist of Bruce’s pants. “You know I do.”
Harvey looks up at him and winks, slinks down farther and rubs his cheek
against the outline of Bruce’s dick. When Bruce sucks in a breath and pushes up
with his hips, Harvey laughs at him.
“Oh, I know you like my mouth on your cock,” he says, mouthing at Bruce through
his chinos for a moment before unbuttoning them. “You’re kind of a whore for
it, kiddo.”
He knows Bruce hates it when he calls him that, hates it and  loves  it. He
sees that defiant little glare right before color fills his pale cheeks and
Harvey thinks  oh god, the things I could do to you.  He taps Bruce’s thigh to
get him to lift his hips and as soon as he has his pants off he wraps his hand
around Bruce’s cock and kisses him.
Harvey swears those little noises Bruce makes are all he needs sometimes.
Swears he could fucking live off of them if he needed to. Bruce makes a keening
sound into his mouth when Harvey squeezes his balls in his hand, grasps at the
back of Harvey’s neck and digs his nails in when Harvey knocks his knees
further apart and strokes behind his balls.
“Maybe” Harvey says, letting his finger wander back a little farther until he
can tease Bruce’s rim with the tip of it. “Maybe I just wanna put my mouth
somewhere else.”
“ Jesus, Harvey, ” Bruce gasps and he can’t help it, he never can, he presses
back against Harvey’s finger, wanting it inside.
“So fucking greedy,” Harvey mutters, bending down to bite a hickey on Bruce’s
throat as he strokes his hole with light, barely-there touches.
“Harvey,” Bruce whines. So goddamn impatient. Harvey still hasn’t managed to
fuck the spoiled rich boy out of him yet. “Just. You’ve been touching me for
hours. Come on.”
Harvey laughs and raises his hand, smacking Bruce’s ass with it. It stings his
palm and Bruce bites down on his bottom lip so hard blood spills out around his
teeth. He’s trying to keep the noises in and oh, Harvey won’t have that shit.
He hits him again and this time Bruce’s mouth falls open in the prettiest,
filthiest noise Harvey’s ever fucking  heard.
“ Tu me rends fou ,” Harvey mutters under his breath and manhandles Bruce onto
his hands and knees in front of him, sinking his teeth into Bruce’s shoulder.
Their last class today was French and Harvey says he hates it, but Bruce thinks
Harvey’s actually better at it than he is.
“ Baise-moi, ” Bruce says breathily and Harvey laughs again, running his hands
up the back of Bruce’s fucking perfect thighs.
“I told you,” Harvey says, grabbing each of Bruce’s cheeks and spreading him
open, watching the back of his neck flush bright red. “Maybe I wanna put my
mouth somewhere else.”
“ Harvey ,” Bruce whines. It’s not often Harvey gets to hear him sound like
that, all vulnerable and defenseless and holy shit, it does things to his cock
that nothing else ever has. Just hearing the rise in pitch in Bruce’s tone
brings all sorts of filthy, depraved thoughts to mind, thoughts Harvey has to
push away before he gets too carried away. “Harvey, I don’t  --”
Harvey flicks his tongue out before Bruce can finish his sentence, just a tease
of the tip of his tongue, and Bruce’s entire body jerks, not knowing whether he
wants to push back or crawl away, so Harvey hooks his arms around his thighs
and holds him still.
“Harvey, that’s.” Bruce blushes furiously. “You’re --”
“Eating you out, baby,” Harvey says, pushing his tongue against Bruce’s tight
little hole, feeling his cock twitch when Bruce moans for him. “Mmm, that’s
right. Relax and let me in you, gorgeous.”
“Oh  god, ” Bruce groans, digging his fingers into the carpet when Harvey licks
and laps at him, getting Bruce so fucking wet his hole is shiny with it. When
Harvey buries his tongue in him Bruce lets out a string of profanities in
languages Harvey can’t even pick out, whines and moans when Harvey curls his
tongue inside of him and eats him like he’s been waiting a hundred years for
it, like he can’t get enough of the sweet, musky taste of him.
“Harvey, god, Harvey,” Bruce chance like a filthy prayer and reaches back,
cupping the back of Harvey’s head as Harvey fucks him open with his tongue. The
hesitation from earlier is gone and the neediness Harvey loves so much has
replaced it. Bruce’s unsure whines turn into delicious whimpers and
pornographic moans as he grinds back against Harvey’s face, taking everything
Harvey will give him.
Harvey would give him everything if Bruce just let him. The things he wants and
the things he doesn’t even  know  he wants yet. All of it.
“Fuck, come here,” Harvey growls out, letting go of Bruce’s thighs and taking
his mouth off of him. He sits back on his knees and opens his pants up, taking
his cock out and giving it a stroke as Bruce turns around. His face is
gorgeous , Harvey thinks, stripped of all the masks he tries so hard to keep
up, nothing left but  Bruce . His eyes are heavy, pupils big and black, and
when he climbs in Harvey’s lap and straddles his cock Harvey has to kiss him as
Bruce sinks down on him.
“Jesus fucking christ,  pourquoi ma bite n'est-elle pas toujours en toi,”
Harvey growls against Bruce’s throat and puts his hand on his back, rolling his
hips slowly up into him.
“Faster,” Bruce whines. “ Plus fort.  Oh fuck, Harvey,  fuck -- ”
Harvey knew Bruce was going to come pretty much as soon as he was inside him
and still the sudden clenching tightness steals the breath from his lungs,
making him fuck up into that tight heat even harder, chasing that feeling that
wants to break him apart.
Bruce grasps his face and locks eyes with him as Harvey pounds into him, their
sweat-slick bodies slapping together obscenely, Harvey breath coming out in
huge, ragged puffs of air.
“I love you,” he breathes out as he bounces Bruce on his cock, then frowns,
brows drawn together, and shakes his head. Fucking Bruce makes him lose his
goddamn mind. He tries again, biting at Bruce’s bottom lip. “I love fucking
you.”
Bruce presses their foreheads together.
“I need you,” he whispers.
And Harvey falls to pieces.



End Notes
     don't @ me for my shitty google translate french, but here's what I
     used if you're curious :P
     Tu me rends fou - You're driving me crazy
     Baise-moi - Fuck me
     pourquoi ma bite n'est-elle pas toujours en toi - why is my cock not
     always in you
     Plus fort - harder
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