(Bruce wanted to pull away from the knife, but he also knew good and well that he enjoyed it too much to actually do that. Two parts of his brain actively fought against each other, but Bruce knew good and well that he would always listen to the one that demanded more pleasure. He had spent his—
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𝙅𝙊𝙃𝙉 𝙍𝙔𝘿𝙀𝙍
( Resting with his chin on Bruce shoulder, Ryder watched the detective's hand with a little impatience.
The switchblade returned to action. It's sharp point idly traveled down from Bruce's throat to his torso, stopping at the belly button. )>
The switchblade returned to action. It's sharp point idly traveled down from Bruce's throat to his torso, stopping at the belly button. )>
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I don’t think it’ll fit…
(Bruce knew good and well that it would, but that was the first thing that his mind conjured up and urged him to practically whine about. Even with the complaint, Bruce wanted to do what Ryder said. He didn’t hesitate long before—