marlowemuses | Fear and Adrenaline, for doctor

"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."

"Not first hand, obviously," Crane replied, stroking Ashley's back. "I have read my share of Clive Barker, but I'm guessing even that's too much than what you have in mind." He prided himself on the fact that he hadn't seen the movie adaption that had eclipsed the novella. Call him a book snob, however, and one would be sorry.

"Overstimulation and exhaustion, however, that I might be able to do. Who knows, we might even be able to get creative if it means I can see terror in your eyes."

Ashley blinked blithely at the reference, mostly ignorant of modern advances in the horror genre. As ever, he didn't mind his own ignorance, and was much more interested in the new prospect being discussed.

"I like creative," he agreed, basking in the pleasure of being petted. "You can make me come pretty easily by fingering me or using toys, and then fuck me while I'm all pliant and overstimulated. I can come, um..." He wrinkled his nose in thought. "I think three times at a go? Might be four. After two I lose count."

"It will be an interesting experiment," Scarecrow said. Not the kind of experiment he usually conducted, no. "I can go out and provide rope or handcuffs, to make it even more interesting, if you wish."

"I'd like that," Ashley agreed, sighing contentedly and curling close, hugging his arms around Scarecrow's waist for warmth and closing his eyes sleepily. "Is it okay if I stay the night?"

"Of course, my dear," Scarecrow's fingers ran down Ashley's back. "Though, waking up next to this," He waved at his scarred face. "Might give you nightmares." He sounded perfectly okay with this.

Ashley laughed, sitting up so that he could kiss Scarecrow's cheek. He detangled briefly, getting to his feet. "Going to go tidy up. I'll be sore in the morning if I don't."

Flashing Scarecrow a smile, Ashley went to go clean himself up, not bothering to put on any clothing.

Scarecrow watched his lover go, getting off the bed to pick up his clothes and mask. He would have to look up how one cleaned silk later, because he predicted those sheets would get rather messy for as long as he kept Ashley.

Crane put his pants back on before he looked at himself in the mirror briefly, running a finger along a scar. And to think people had urged him to get plastic surgery to get this fixed.

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