Tim's mouth is hungry against his, sucking Bruce's tongue and using his lips to quiet the groans. Bruce presses down a little harder and Tim's body feels small under his, or perhaps Bruce's is just that much broader. He watches the way his cape falls over them, and an image of Tim being swallowed up in his shadows and disappearing altogether flits through his mind.

Bruce's thoughts are distracted by the grind of Tim's hips against his armored groin. He reaches between them, hand sliding inside Tim's tights and jock.

"Yes..." It's a humid pant against the cowl.

Thumbs the wetness around the head and Bruce kisses him quiet. Tim is good at not making noise, but Bruce prefers to be thorough. He keeps the pressure against Tim's mouth while he slides the pre-come down the shaft.

Tim doesn't make noise other than a few loud breaths through his nose until Bruce's hand moves lower and rubs the hard spot behind Tim's balls. Bruce rubs him there a little longer than he'd planned to, just to see if Tim can stay quiet.

Tim gasps loudly but doesn't make any other noise. Bruce shows his approval by biting Tim's earlobe lightly, making him arch again.  He feels Tim's hands working at the catches of the armor. Bruce pulls back enough to see the silent request.

Tim doesn't ask him for much; as a result, Bruce rarely tells him no. He stands up enough to remove the armor himself.

Cool air on his cock, and immediately Tim's hand is around him, stroking and drawing him closer. Tim lifts his legs and Bruce rests them on his shoulders. He finds the lubricant tucked in his belt, dabbles it across his fingers and positions them at Tim's opening. He holds them there, waiting.

Tim nods once, sharply.

Bruce slides two fingers in, making Tim hiss. He works them more brutally than he should, but he wants to see if he can make Tim make noise, maybe even beg a little here on a rooftop in the night. He wonders what name Tim will call when he comes.

Tim pants occasionally and bites his lip, and Bruce thinks he sees a trace of red. He licks it off and Tim grabs his head and holds him there. Tim's knees are pressed almost by his ears and Bruce's fingers are all the way in, scissoring him open.  Tim is *licking* Bruce's mouth and rolling his hips into it.

Bruce is the one who moans first.

And Tim *smiles* against his mouth when he does, so Bruce shoves his fingers in hard. Tim tosses his head back, mouth an "O" and a surprised moan escapes his lips. Bruce skims his teeth across Tim's jaw and pulls his fingers out. He stands up, steadies Tim's ankles on his shoulders, and pushes in all the way in one stroke.

Long strokes that Tim can buck into, and Bruce feels Tim clench every time his cock twitches. Bruce pulls out a bit further before driving in and Tim scrabbles for a hold on the gargoyle, digging his heels into Bruce's shoulders. He bucks and holds on to the gargoyle's stone wing arching above his head, his mouth wet and used-looking and Bruce bites Tim's ankle to keep quiet.

Bruce feels the build in his balls, so he shifts the angle until he's nudging Tim's prostate. Tim's hand *flies* to his mouth and he muffles the shout against his gauntlet. Bruce has to smile as he takes Tim in hand and pumps.

Bruce can still make out the words around the glove. "God, yes, please, harder... "

Bruce jacks him roughly until Tim curls up and comes in his fist.  "Oh fuck, *Batman*..."

Bruce closes his eyes, pulls out and *drives* into Tim. A few ragged strokes and he spurts with his hands clenched around Tim's calves.

As usual, he recovers quickly. His uniform is neatly in place and he has to wait somewhat impatiently for Tim to sit up and dress. Tim grunts slightly and rubs his back, looks at Bruce grimly.

"Gargoyle dug in my shoulder."

"You'll live." Bruce pulls out a grapple.

Tim gives him a look that might as well be a snort before drawing his launcher. Bruce aims for the next building, but takes a moment to grasp Tim's hair and kiss him.

"Ready?" Batman asks.

Muffled poom of their grapples firing and they swoop into the night. The cool air billows his cape as he watches Robin moving gracefully through the air despite the way he's favoring his left arm. The stone must have dug in harder than Robin would admit.

Batman smiles. He'll find a way to make it up to him.


~end