Wally knew he shouldn't be grateful for crime but he couldn't help being delighted when the vase Ultrahumanite was suspected of stealing from the Central City Museum turned out to be part of a matching pair, with the second currently on display in Gotham. Even though Bruce had said it was okay to come visit him, Wally knew how territorial he could get over Gotham so he had purposefully avoided going there and letting Bruce come to him.
While he loved Bruce coming over to his tiny apartment, Bruce never stayed the night. Now he had the perfect opportunity to be in Gotham and if luck was with him he'd get a chance to stay with Bruce and wake up beside him. Certainly Lady Luck had been on her side when Bruce had agreed to his cautious request to stake out Gotham's museum to see if Ultrahumanite showed up to complete his new collection. He even reminded himself to ask Diana about how to give appropriate thanks to that divinity, and maybe Aphrodite herself just to be safe.
She had stayed throughout the night, and to him that included being thrown through the Museums exterior wall. Mostly because that meant the Bat himself showed up and they took the criminal down together. Or at least Batman took him down and Flash tied him up. Plus Bruce had invited him back to the manor for the night.
Not even the extra hour they spent in the cave, doing up reports and Bruce generally checking up on Gotham, took away his joy at landing on Bruce's bed. In Bruce's room. The joy that quickly turned into pleasure as Bruce kissed him hungrily and caressed him in all the right places to turn him into a quivering bundle of need.
He whined when Bruce removed his fingers from within him, only to moan and vibrate when they were replaced by Bruce's cock sliding in. The first couple of thrusts were slow and steady, stoking the fires that burned within them already, but were quickly replaced by a hard and frantic pace as Bruce's control snapped.
Hearing the grunts and moans Bruce started letting out pushed Wally into release as much as the fast thrusts, that hit just the right spot. Bruce followed soon after, feeling Wally clamp down on him, collapsing on top of his lover. They lay there panting, slowly coming down from their high, until Wally eventually got up and cleaned them off.
Hesitantly he slid back under the sheets, curling up against Bruce and using his chest for a pillow.
"Is this okay?" Wally asked caustically, even as he buried his face in that warm chest, inordinately pleased when Bruce's arm came around and pulled him tighter against himself.
"Is what okay?" The reply was slightly slurred from Bruce's exhaustion.
"This." Wally caressed down Bruce's tones abs. "Me, staying the night."
"Why wouldn't it be?" Wally smiled at the seemingly genuine confusion in Bruce's voice.
"Well, we've never done it before."
"That doesn't explain why it wouldn't be okay. We've never done it because you've rarely come out to Gotham. Should I be worried about that?"
"No, its just, I know you don't like metas in Gotham and I know what you're like, I've been trying to give you space." Wally gave a shrug, trying to smooth over it.
"Wally, you're always welcome here. Not on patrol, but here in the Manor, this wouldn't be happening otherwise." Bruce tightened his grip until there was no space between them and leaned down to give a light kiss to Wally's temple.