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]

"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..."