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Bane poured over his venom plans below, maybe another adjustment to his mask. He occasionally spoke to a mercenary or two who came to deliver him a status report on his territory, although no-one had been able to find the new judge for the sentences, unaware of the messed up black hair that could be seen underneath Bane's desk at a certain angle.

Bane gently carded a large hand through Jonathan's hair, as he felt the smaller man swallowed around his cock as Jonathan leaned into the touch.

Jonathan honestly couldn't quite recall how he ended up underneath Bane's desk like this, and he wasn't planning on explaining it anyway. Bane had told Jonathan  he'd have to prove himself once he was under his protection as his judge, which apparently meant being his fuck buddy when required. Recently, Jonathan had allegedly mouthed off a few too many of Bane's men, and now his mouth was going to be put to better use as punishment.

There a short leash connecting the collar on Jonathan's neck which was strapped to a loop on Bane's thigh, his mouth now halfway down Bane's intense length, saliva pooling in his mouth. Even if Jonathan tried to pull off his dick, the tip would still be resting on his lips. Jonathan had to regulate his breathing. His cock was still being cruelly ignored, trapped in his slacks as Bane barely touched below his neck.

"You're doing well, doctor." Bane sighed, gently taking his hair again and pushing his head slightly down, causing Jonathan to gag at first, drool leaking from the corners of his mouth. Jonathan glanced up at him. "Perhaps I'll let you touch yourself after this..." Jonathan's bright icy blue eyes now soft and dulled with a pleasure fuelled haze. Maybe because of the fact Jonathan could still feel his legs quiver and a throbbing feeling in between them were the result of the previous night. 

"Although that unlikely, this is a punishment, no?" 

Jonathan was far too deep to infer whether that was a rhetorical question, but Jonathan dumbly nodded anyway. He received a hand ruffling his hair. Bane chuckled, watching as Jonathan's eyes lost focus again as he licked alongside his cock in his mouth. He could barely fit all of Bane's cock in his hole, let alone his throat. Although feeling it crush his sensitive spots was more than rewarding.

Drool ran down his chin, his stretched lips only making it more difficult to not choke on either his own spit or cock. The collar only made the tightness of his throat only more obvious as Bane's cock twitched. Jonathan dared to reach down into his slacks, palming his trapped cock once he assumed Bane wasn't looking down at him. Jonathan's fingers gently brushed against his cock, already deep in thought about their previous encounter last night that ended with him stumbling to the bathroom like A baby deer to wash the sweat off of him. His hips were definitely still bruised, he checked this morning.

A sudden tug on his hair as he was forced all the way down his cock, his hands instantly bracing themselves on the bigger man's thighs. "Do you think I couldn't see your wandering hands? You're not touching yourself again, understand? Or I'll make sure the only time you orgasm is when I'm breaking you and your snug little hole in front of your court. They'll still have to obey your rulings, but they'll know your dirty secret." Bane grumbled, tugging on his hair as Jonathan stared up at the bigger man, his eyes watering from the sudden intrusion and the possible humiliation.

Jonathan choked and gagged on Bane's cock, watching as Bane only shortened the leash again, so now he couldn't even pull off of his cock by his own free will. Jonathan fumbled with his glasses to take them off, sliding them into his still torn blazer pocket. Once he'd sorted that, he just accepted he would just have to kneel down there, throat stuffed full of Bane's cock until he was granted some sort of mercy.

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"How... How in the fuck did you confuse the two of them?! Yer always tuggin' yourself off about how intelligent you are and you confuse a bright blue flower for an aphrodisiac?!" Jonathan snapped as he stayed put in the tub, despite Edward's complaints and open arms.

"Well, Pamela has a lot of bright blue flowers, it turned out, which apparently make people devastatingly horny. I would ask, but I don't want to know why she felt compelled to make these." Edward interjected. "Now please get out the bathtub, my dear, it's not exactly going to help our situation." 

"Cold shower, dumbass."

"Yes, I know that's a solution, but you don't need to do that! We could do it the... Natural way." Edward suggested as he hauled the man out the bathtub.

"How are you the one thinking with yer dick?"

"Oh, please, you're in the grips of an aphrodisiac, I assume you have half a mind to bend me over the railing of the bathtub, I don't think you can judge." Edward rolled his eyes, already fishing through the cabinet to where they kept some extra lube. "I promise it'll be worth your while." Edward grinned even wider as Jonathan yanked him by the arm from the bathroom and up the stairs.

"Fine, alright, if you insist, Edward." Jonathan mused as he kicked the bedroom door close behind him.

Edward didn't even get a moment inbetween Jonathan tearing off of his clothes, not matter how much insisted that his suit costed far more than it was for him to crumple them and toss them on floor. "Jon, I'm aware of your... Needs, but give a man time to collect himself!" Edward chuckled, almost a bit nervously, because sure even before they started dating was Jonathan Crane holding him down and making him scream to the none existence high Heavens, this seemed somehow a little more intense than his dirty fantasies. 

"Sure, like you wouldn't be rippin' my clothes of if you were the one in this situation." Jonathan replied, already tearing off Edward's underwear, literally. He tore it in half, Edward only able to get out a scandalized gasp of "Jonathan!" before Jonathan himself removed his trousers, fishing around the lube Edward had hastily stashed onto the bedside table before being tugged into bed. Jonathan was already warming Edward up, faster than usual and ditching their usual routine when they fucked.

"Fucking... Fuckin' wonderful..." Jonathan sighed once he slowly began to sheath himself inside of Edward. He had the bedsheets in a death grasp as he adjusted. "Okay, okay, full speed ahead, my dear doctor." Edward grinned, letting out soft noises as Jonathan rapidly increased by the seconds he was inside him. Edward wasn't sure he ever saw Jonathan this rapid and ferocious.

Perhaps, Edward managed to think as another wave of mind numbing pleasure washed over him, Jonathan lost to whatever wild rhythms he was using, full speed ahead wasn't the best choice of words at the time. Edward's right arm was exhausted, he'd figured out that it was highly unlikely that Jonathan would assure him of his own climax in this state, but after what was five by the time he decided it wasn't worth it to count, his poor cock could only handle so much. His glasses had been quickly abandoned and his formerly gelled hair was half sticking to his face.

Jonathan groaned in relief as he came again, shallowing thrusting into his thoroughly abused sweet spot. He could feel the excess spend dribbling down his thighs, and he was thankfully too blissed out to particularly care about the sticky and yet dry sensation on them. Edward shakily managed to peel himself away from Jonathan. "Just... Let me-" Edward's words were cut off with a sharp whine, immediately getting crowded back into the bed with a sharp tug to his hair, Jonathan sliding back home. Edward's head flopped back as he let out unhinged moan.

"No, no, no, I got you right where I watcha..." Jonathan mumbled as he quickly began his routine once again. Edward just lay back, grasping onto a nearby pillow for some sort of mercy, and a wobbly grin stretched across his face. God, maybe that aphrodisiac was contagious, but he wouldn't be against another few rounds.