long overdue

[watchesthewatchers]

It's Ricki's little ramshackle apartment, but there Peter is one morning, perched on the loveseat, reading a file, waiting for Bruce Wayne to arrive.

He has a gun, but tucked out of sight, not on his person. Just in case.

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[rickitikitarr]

"Rode you rough with a gun after tackling you to a forest floor."

Ricki reminds him, sweetly.

[profiteering]

Tony purrs. Yes, that.

"I get even worse than that. So he gets me under and gags me--oh, right. He has to gag me or I just come right back up and start sassing him again. The gag keeps me under, it's like magic. So then he starts asking me to do things. 'Take this lashing, Tony'. 'I'm going to electrocute you, Tony, will you let me do that?' and I just go 'yes, sir'."

[rickitikitarr]

"Pet, don't tell me things like that."

He answers him, hushed.

"You'll give me all sorts of ideas of how to take such advantage. I bet you don't go all good as gold for other people at all, do you?"

[profiteering]

"No one has ever tried. I only play with a few people, and Peter and I have a completely different relationship."

Tony grins.

"Besides, I'm a real bastard going down. You'd have to know how to deal with that."

[rickitikitarr]

"I wonder if he could keep his snake charmers' spell on you while I lay into you. With a rubber hose, perhaps, or that wire hanger I threatened you with before. If you stay locked eyes with him, and he told you 'I want you to let him do this,' would you be able to stand my most wretched, grimiest, worst?"

He loves Bruce, but there's a kind of sexual electricity when it comes to Tony that sort of prohibits outright monogamy.

[profiteering]

"Come find out."

Tony invites, voice low and just a little hoarse. God, he wants him.

[rickitikitarr]

"Slag."

He accuses, with a purring little chuckle.

"How have we never-?"

[profiteering]

"I know, I'm ashamed of us. God, I really want you to use that wire hanger. Please."

He grins lecherously, though Ricki can't see it.

"Please, sir?"

[rickitikitarr]

"You don't mean that yet. But you will."

Ricki promises, low and so very even and sure.

[profiteering]

"...If we keep doing this, this is going to turn into phone sex, and I feel like that would just be a shame when we have some very physical partners in our bedrooms."

[rickitikitarr]

"Why? Do you think they'll hear us?"

Daring him, softly.

[profiteering]

"You're dating a bat. He hears everything."

But Tony's voice is quieter, taking the bait.

"I think this is where I ask what you're wearing."

[rickitikitarr]

"Pyjama pants. Blue and green cotton checks."

Smiling, crossing his legs at the ankle.

"What about you?"

[profiteering]

"Fluffy white bathrobe. A chain collar with a padlock."

He fingers the lock, and runs his hand slowly down his chest.

"And nothing else."

[rickitikitarr]

"You wear his collar?"

Really picturing it now, though Tony had already said.

"I'll choke you with it."

[profiteering]

Tony groans softly in approval.

"Maybe I'd go down for you for a minute. Long enough to beg you to let me lick you..."