I don't give a damn about my reputation

I want you to beg for it

Smut

Bruce POV

"I should warn you," he mewls "this might sting a little"

I watch a small smirk appear on his lips, as he moves his face towards my legs. He grips my thighs again, glancing up at me slightly.

He's teasing me

Without warning, I feel a pair of lips against my bare skin. He begins to kiss the inside of my thighs, gently dragging his lips along the skin. He moves further to the other leg, his fingers pressed against the skin. He bites down ever so slightly. I gasp at the contact.

"Bruce," he breathes, planting another kiss on my inner thigh
"Do you know how long. I've wanted this?" he desperately tugs at my waistband, planting chaotic kisses on my stomach

He's wanted this for a long time?

I don't know what took over me, but I suddenly sat up. I grabbed Vance's shirt collar before straddling his hips. He looks at me, a surprised expression on his face. I plant a kiss against his throat, earning a gasp from him. His shirt seemed to grip to his torso, it's clearly too small.

I run my hands under his shirt, feeling some odd bumps against his skin. Scars.

He quickly grabs my wrist, stopping my hand from going any further

"Don't," he whispers, a saddened expression on his face

I lean forward, and with my free hand, pull his shirt up. I stare at his chest and torso. Covered in old scars. He stares at me, an inquisitive look in his eyes. I do something even I'm still surprised by

I lean forward and kiss his scars. I plant kisses all along his past wounds, earning a loud gasp from the man in-front of me. He released my other hand, allowing me to run my fingers over the scarred skin. He leans into my touch, his hands now half way up my back. I carefully remove his shirt, adding it to the pile clothes across my room.

He had abs

He has muscle. More than me

He suddenly pins me back down. A wild look on his face.

He's desperate

He places a finger under the waistline of my boxers, tugging slightly. I lift my hips up slightly, as he pulls them down my legs and off, discarding them with the pile of other clothes

I feel heat rise in my cheeks due to embarrassment. I cover my face with my hands.

I'm very shy

I feel his arms move to my wrists, pulling them away from my face. He stares at me, a loving look in his eyes.

"Don't hide from me, Brucey," he whispers, planting a gentle kiss against my forehead
"Why would you want to hide that beautiful face?"

I start to feel a hand trail the insides of my thighs, a firm grip against my skin. They move further up, until they are right against my hip. I look up, watching Vance reach for something in his pockets. I hear a click, and a tear, before I feel a hand move closer to me.

I feel a sudden sting shoot through me. My mind flashes back to what Vance said earlier

"I should warn you. This may sting a little"

He plants loving kisses along my hips, as that stinging pain starts to fade

"Is this your first time, Brucey?" He asks, looking up at me

I feel that heat rise in my cheeks again as I slowly nod at him. He thinks for a minute, before leaning forward. He whispers in my ear

"I'll be gentle, Brucey. I want you to feel as comfortable as possible."