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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[profiteering]

"The vanilla, that's a surprise. You seem so--I don't know, both of you seem like you live on the edge. I guess that makes you need a safe place though, huh."

He chuckles.

"Tell me about that suit incident?"

[rickitikitarr]

"I was looking into a boat for you, he came across me on duty."

Grinning, tipping his head back.

[profiteering]

"...Jesus Christ, did he tie you up?"

Tony shouldn't sound so eager about this.

[rickitikitarr]

"Mmhm. Hands and feet. Dragged me into his boat like that and flung me over the dash. My head was ringing."

Soft, reminiscent.

"I couldn't get my hips to open up. It felt like death and absolution. He moved so hard I thought I'd never breathe again, I was doubled right over. He flipped me onto my back and brought me knees up, furled me and worked me until I came, and caught my own face with it."

[profiteering]

Tony breathes softly, just imagining that. He's surprised at himself for how happy he is for Ricki.

"He's so mean when he's in Bat-mode. And you still went back to vanilla after that?"

[rickitikitarr]

"I like knowing that someone loves me just as a simple person, not as a body capable of taking a great deal. I've been the favourite whipping boy before, been the one who would go the farthest, bow the lowest. To be with someone who doesn't ask me to after that is just-"

He clears his throat.

"It's different for you. Bruce loves you. That much is clear even if you're blind. But I haven't always-"

[profiteering]

The conversation has turned much more serious than Tony expected, but it's a relief, too. It's the most at ease that Ricki has been with him in months.

"No, I was- I'm sorry. I know what you mean. Lately, me and Bruce have been doing some new things...submissive things. Peter made me curious about it, I've never served another person in my life. It's different, yeah, but I know what you mean about having someone love something about you that no one else ever seemed to know about."

[rickitikitarr]

"I'd never had sex with a man that wasn't- forceful. Not forced, but painful. Not even painful, it implies bad, but- the boat would have been typical, before."

He admits, relieved that he understands.

"It isn't vanilla, what we're doing, it's just shockingly intimate. Tell me about submitting to Bruce?"

[profiteering]

"I'm wearing his collar. Right now."

He admits, reverent and in awe.

"He can take me from screaming and punching at him, to kneeling with my head bowed. And he does it with just a look. It took us a long time to figure out how to do it, but now it's just so...addicting. That implies bad, too, and it's not. I've just never felt safe like this. Ever."

[rickitikitarr]

"What does he do to you, once he has you bending to him?"

Ricki asks, just as reverent.

"What's it like?"

[profiteering]

"You know I'm a pretty heavy masochist, right?"

He's not sure that's ever actually come up with Ricki.

[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."