marlowemuses | Fear and Adrenaline, for doctor

"As long as it's not too strong," Ashley said, with a lazy shrug. He trailed his fingertips up Scarecrow's thigh, pleased by their positions and that Scarecrow had taken his glove off without being asked. "Just a little bit of spice."

Tilting his head to one side, Ashley watched him through his lashes, wicked and playful. "Shall I really just call you Scarecrow?"

"It does make things more exciting, doesn't it?" Crane whispered. He had gotten a thrill out of making love to someone high on fear of him.

"If I tell you my real name, you will not tell anybody that he is the monster living here," Crane warned. He leaned down to whisper into Ashley's ear, as if sharing a secret. Though truth be told, where he came from his identity really wasn't a secret. "My name is Dr. Jonathan Crane."

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"Are you a doctor?" Ashley asked, delighted. He slid his arms up around Scarecrow's neck, breath hitching slightly with fear of his monster. "What kind? Shall I call you Jonathan? Or 'doctor'?" He laughed, shivering with fear and arousal. "I want you."

"I'm a psychologist," Crane clarified. "My employers did not care for my... methods." Nor did they appreciate him experimenting on his coworkers.

"You may call me whatever you wish, my dear." He sat up to slide his coat off, but kept his mask on.

Ashley let go of him, focusing instead on unbuttoning Scarecrow's shirt. His fingers skimmed shamelessly over the skin beneath, while Ashley's hips squirmed impatiently beneath his lover. "You should get some soft rope or cuffs," he said, utterly casual about his kinks. "So you can tie me down when you fuck me."

"If I still had my old costume, we could have used my old hangman's rope," Crane quipped. That rope hadn't been soft at all, and while he didn't know much about bondage he was aware of rope burn. "Though, I can certainly arrange to get ahold of these items."

Scarecrow slid off Ashley for now and walked over to the bedside table, reaching into a brown paper bag. "I did get something to make this a little easier, though," He tossed the item onto the bed. It was a tube of sexual lubricant.

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Ashley smiled with pleasure at that, licking his lips. "Good. I have a surprise for you, too."

He continued unbuttoning Scarecrow's shirt, getting it open and skimming his fingers over his lover's scarred chest. He said nothing further about his 'surprise', and it was immediately obvious that Ashley wasn't carrying any sort of bag and didn't have any large or bulging pockets.

"I'm very ticklish, you know," he commented instead, as a new topic. "If that interests you. It turns me on." Ashley skimmed a light fingertip down Scarecrow's side. "Light, ticklish touches to make me squirm..."

"Let's hope it's a pleasant surprise," Scarecrow replied. Despite not changing his tone, he really was rather curious.

His curiosity changed to desire when Ashley touched him, his hands running over Croc's claw marks. "Is that so?" Crane climbed back onto the bed, his hands lightly skimming Ashley's side, looking for any sensitive spots. It was rather obvious that Scarecrow wasn't used to touching people in this manner.

Ashley shivered with pleasure at the touch. His pupils widened, eyes losing focus as his lips parted on a sound of desire. It was easy to find the areas and touches that made him twitch or gasp, and Ashley's cheeks flushed, eyelashes falling shut. He reached for Scarecrow, pulling him closer and nuzzling at him, seeking more comfort and affection while he basked in the pleasure of being touched.

Crane gasped softly, still unused to being touched and held like this. He focused his touches on Ashley's lower side, while his free hand reached for his face to slide his mask off.

Ashley's skin was sensitive all over, and it was extremely easy to wring gasps and whimpers for him. He loved being touched, loved almost any form of attention, and the tickling overrode his rational thought, leaving him awash in sensation and increasingly driven to trust and cling to his partner.

Crane let his mask slip from his fingers, onto a pillow, as he let Ashley cling to him. "I can give you more of this, if you take off the rest of your clothes," He whispered into his lover's ear.

He was already reaching down to undo the top strap on his leg brace. At the very least, he didn't want his boots on the silk sheets if they were going to do this here.

Ashley nodded and let go. He was naturally submissive and liked being able to obey orders, all the more so while he was dazed from the sensations of being touched. Stripping down quickly, he dropped his clothes to the side and crawled back, turning and arching his back to show off his round, milk-white ass... and the small black plug nestled inside of his hole. "What do you think?"

Crane pulled up a chair before he undid the straps on his leg brace, and slowly took it off and set it on the chair for now. He then removed his boots and lower garments, showing more ugly scars on the leg that had been covered by the brace.

He raised his eyebrows at the sight of the younger man's ass. "My surprise, I take it?" Crane counted himself lucky it hadn't turned out to be a tattoo saying Property of Scarecrow. "I must say I've only ever read about one of those."

"Mhm," Ashley confirmed, wiggling his ass playfully and then sliding down to lay on his belly, resting his head on his arms.. "It's nice, because you can pull it out and then slide right into me and I won't be cranky or sore about it." He paused momentarily, as if to make sure the like last night was implied. "Or you can play with it. Use it to warm me up beforehand, or slide it in afterward to keep your seed inside me." Ashley licked his lips, giving him a wicked little smirk.

Crane gave him a not-amused look at the implication. He bit his tongue before he could remind his lover that he could have just gassed him and called it good last night. Or remind Ashley that he was sleeping with a dangerous supervillain.

He reached out to gently touch the plug with a finger, as if making sure it was safe to handle. "Relax," He said, taking the lubricant and slicking up his cock. Crane then slowly slid out the plug and set it aside for now, getting into position behind his lover. He slowly slipped his cock halfway into the other man, shuddering at the feel of his flesh.

Pleased by how gentle Scarecrow was as he took the plug out, Ashley lifted his hips, arching his back to offer himself as conveniently as possible. This time, he moaned as Scarecrow slid in, making a happy sigh of pleasure and shivering once.

"Say I'm yours," Ashley asked, body languid with pleasure. He rolled his hips back toward Scarecrow, eager for more and completely shameless about what he wanted.

Scarecrow grinned, putting his hands on Ashley's hips, and beginning to thrust. "Mine," He hissed. "You're all mine, pretty one." One of his hands lightly stroked his lover's skin again, to bring out even more lust in him. "You belong to the Scarecrow now."

Ashley cried out with pleasure at the claim and the harder thrust. He let his head drop forward onto his arms, whimpering with desire at the exquisite frisson of fear and arousal that went through him at that possessive hiss. "Yes, sir," he breathed, impishness subsiding again into sweet submission.

Trembling and twitching as Scarecrow's hands brushed over his skin, Ashley bucked occasionally as Scarecrow found a sensitive spot, or lingered in a place long enough that it became oversensitive. Keening with pleasure, Ashley spread his legs wider, all but begging for more.

Crane increased the pace of his thrusts, moaning as his cock drove into the other man's body. His hand slid down Ashley's body to rub his thigh, then trailed up to his back. His fingers slowly ran down his back, giving the impression of a claw going down his back, despite the gentle touch. "I am the thing that goes bump in the night... I am the nightmare that makes you dread sleep... I am fear."

Ashley's trembling became more violent at that, shaking with the intensity of the pleasure and adrenaline that he felt. Utterly incoherent, he gasped and yelped, overwhelmed by the exquisite pleasure of feeling claimed and taken by something as dreadful as Scarecrow, something that was sweet and gentle only for Ashley.

He braced himself with one arm, letting the other hand dart down between his legs. One touch was all it took and he was spilling himself, gasping with pleasure as the orgasm overtook him.

Crane gasped as he felt Ashley tighten around him, making him climax, closing his eyes as pleasure overwhelmed him.

He thrust in a few more times until he felt himself run dry, before slowly pulling out and inserting the plug back in. Scarecrow leaned over Ashley once more to whisper into his ear, "Mine..."

Ashley whimpered in reply, melting down against the bed and only barely lifting his hips to help take the plug. "Yours," he whispered, trembling with aftershocks of ticklishness, fear, and orgasm.

It took him more than a minute to recover, but then he propped himself up on his elbows, playful smiles returning. "That was better," he said, cheeky and grinning, partly because he knew he was tempting fate by being so cheeky with someone so terrifying, and partly because the sex had been some of the best he'd ever had.

Scarecrow leaned in to stroke Ashley's cheek with a finger. "I should hope so," The finger ran down his face and began to circle his neck. "It would make us both sorry if either of us had been displeased." He let the implication linger before lowering his hand.

"I must admit, I am rather pleased I decided to spare you," Crane said. "It's more than worked out."

Ashley was pleased by the dual implication rather than chastened. It included the option that Scarecrow would have been sorry not to please Ashley, and a little bit of a stern threat. As spoiled and bossy as Ashley could be, he would have been disappointed if Scarecrow had quailed entirely to Ashley's imperiousness.

He climbed into Scarecrow's lap like a demanding cat, lounging and playing with a lock of his own hair. "Do you know anything about sexual torture? I'm thinking exhaustion and overstimulation mostly. I don't want to do anything that hurts. Well, not hurts more than a fierce spanking, anyway."

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