A hint of another possible pairing may try one of these times Tim/Jason.

Interruption Not Needed

Summary: "….Harder," Bruce moans as the deep velvet laugh echoes in his ear while he's being pounded into. About to follow his request, the communicator is beeping making the sudden interruption not needed especially when its Alfred on the other line asking when he would want for dinner.

Warnings: Au, ooc, sexual content, accidental blockcock Alfred


Hands gripping on the seat moaning as Clark pounds into him and the large hand about to wrap around his weeping cock. Bruce glares at the other wriggling and clenching making the other hiss before his neck is attack by teeth marking him as the other hero's.

"Fucking shit asshole go down right harder," Bruce moans as the deep velvet laugh echoes in his ear while he is being pounded into harder.

About to twist his hip to hit the said spot that will make Bruce come undone, the communicator on the dashboard goes off making them growl. The dark glares it receives would make it die but it continues beeping.

"Answer it," Clark snarls huskily biting the soft neck loving the trembles going through the smaller man. "But don't let whoever it is on the other line not knowing what we are doing."

'Shit,' Bruce thought answering it gruffly. "What?"

"Ah Master Bruce I was wondering what you are going to want for your dinner after you finish your task around the city," the familiar voice of his butler makes Bruce's eyes twitch and bites his lip from screaming out as Clark hits him in the said spot that makes him see stars.

"Anything A-Alfred," Bruce almost lets a whimpering moan pass his lips feeling the tightening of his balls and the hand stroking him faster signaling that Clark is about to come soon but not without making him come first.

Damn fucking bastard!

"Are you sure sir? Last time you said that you thr-"

"Yes I'm sure," Bruce interrupts quickly unable to hold the moan as Clark hisses twisting his hip one more time making Bruce come first than tries to hang up not realizing he didn't manage to.

Over at the Wayne mansion Alfred stares at the phone as the throaty moan of his boss echoes from the line. Shaking his head he mutters, "Really of all things in the Bat mobile. I better inform Jason and Tim of their punishments of washing the car out and I hope I don't have to catch them christening the new Bat Mobile."