A Persuasive Argument - dpxdc
"Great!" Danny says, clapping his hands together to get everyone's attention. The dinner table falls silent as everyone looks towards him. It's a full house today and, honestly, Danny's a little nervous. "I'm sure you're all wondering why I gathered you here today."
"It's dinnertime. In our house." Duke mutters, while doing a very bad job of concealing his yawn. He holds his fork poised over the braised beef, but, just like everyone else, still looks towards Danny before tucking in. It's intriguing enough to wait.
"Yeah, no one misses Alfie's dinner." Dick says, with a brilliant smile that Danny can't help but return.
"Precisely! What better time to talk to you all than when you're all actually here!"
"Wait, I thought you came round to work on our English essays?" Tim asks, blinking owlishly.
"I'm afraid I've lured you here under false pretences, Tim."
"This is where I live."
"I would still really appreciate help on that essay though, I mean, what the hell is Hamlet even about? I just don't get that old time-y language, like 'Hark! A ghost hath killed me!' - absolute rubbish, what does that even mean?"
"The ghost never kills anyone in Hamlet, he's there to tell Hamlet that he was murdered. Have you actually read it?"
"No, but it sounds like you have. Tim, I want this guy to help me with my essay instead. I know for a fact that you haven't read Hamlet, either."
"So? We don't need Jason, I've read the Sparknotes."
"Hi Jason, I'm Danny, pleasure to meet you, summarise Hamlet in three sentences or less."
"Am I auditioning to help you write your essays? I can't believe you’ve gone through your whole school life without reading it, it’s good!"
"Hamlet, along with a number of other classics, was banned in our house because it portrayed ghosts as intelligent and sympathetic beings rather than evil, animalistic beasts. I didn’t even get to see The Muppet's Christmas Carol until last year with Tim! It was surprisingly good, and I hate Christmas because everyone always argued and it sucked. But we're getting off topic. I—"
"No, no, please go back to that, because what the fu—"
"Boys, please." Bruce interrupts, looking to the world as if he wants to hang his head in his hands. "Danny, you were about to say something?"
"Oh, yeah, Mr. Wayne! Thanks!"
"Please, call me Bruce."
"Well, that very succinctly brings me to my point, because I'd actually really like to call you dad."
Nobody says a word. Nobody even blinks, all as shocked as the other, watching open-mouthed as Danny pulls his laptop out from beside his chair. Bruce can definitely feel a headache coming on.
"Before you say anything, I've prepared a 69 slide PowerPoint presentation on why you, Bruce Wayne, should adopt me, Danny Last-Name-Pending. Please save your questions, comments, and verdict until the end, thank you."
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Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday ✍️
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(8/23) prompt: stomachache — 798 words (nsfw; sexual content) @jegulus-microfic
For the third time in a row, a call has Regulus’ phone buzzing on the end table beside the couch. All things presently considered, it should be easy for him to ignore. James is sitting up beneath him, slouched against the back cushions while Regulus’ thighs bracket his lap. Clothes are strewn about the living room floor, a discarded bottle of lube is rolling between the cushions next to them.
Regulus holds himself up on his knees, wobbling slightly as he glares over at the offending device. James, unperturbed, mouths from one collarbone across to the next along Regulus’ chest. Squeezing at the back of his neck, Regulus huffs a sigh.
“They’re going to keep calling,” He says, out of breath already. He can’t be blamed for that, James just spent the last ten minutes working him open meticulously with his fingers while he squirmed on his lap, needing more.
“Who is it this time?” James’ mumbled question is muffled against the curve of his throat.
Squinting, Regulus peers over at his phone, makes out the obnoxious contact photo more than the name. “It’s Barty.”
James nips sharply at his neck and Regulus jolts, sucking in a hurried gasp. He tugs at James’ dark hair in retaliation, but all James does is moan against him. The buzzing of his phone stops temporarily and Regulus lets out a sigh. Maybe three is enough, maybe his friends will give up on trying to reach him now. He’s busy, for fuck’s sake, he can’t come out tonight.
No longer distracted by it, Regulus looks down at James from his angle, eyes dark and heavy-lidded. “Are you going to fuck me finally or not?”
“Bratty,” James chuckles and swats at his ass. It lacks in the follow-through, playful more than anything, but Regulus still sinks his teeth into his lower lip, hips rolling forward. One brow arches over top James’ glasses. “Like that, do you?”
“I’d like it better if you’d get the fuck inside me already.”
“What, no ‘please?’”
Regulus glares at him and James laughs more fully, an airy and lovely thing. Thankfully, he doesn’t tease him much more, clearly understanding Regulus is too riled up at this point to play that game. One hand squeezes at the left cheek of Regulus’ ass, pulling, while the other lines up his cock with his hole. James drags the leaking head over him in one last brief taunt before he pushes in. Regulus sucks in air through his teeth as he slowly sinks down, inch by inch.
James’ hands fall to his hips, gripping tight as he hums contently. Just as he takes to guiding Regulus in a slow up and down motion to ride him, Regulus’ fucking phone buzzes again. With a groan —in agitation or because of the drag of James’ cock in and out of him, could be either— Regulus drops his forehead against James’ shoulder.
James turns his head, lips brushing his ear as he whispers, “Answer it.”
Regulus’ eyes widen as he stares dazedly over at the lit up device. “What?”
“You heard me.” James thrusts upward hard, filling him completely. “Answer the phone.”
It’s a struggle to lean over and grab it while also keeping James inside him, but James must really enjoy whatever thrill this is giving him, because he’s downright fucking helpful in leaning along with him. Regulus snatches his phone up and answers it, a snapped ‘what?’ immediately on his tongue.
Barty’s question of where the fuck he is and how come he hasn’t shown up to drink with them gets almost drowned out by the sound of James’ obvious moan. By some small miracle, Barty must not hear it because he doesn’t make a comment. Regulus, scrambling to think straight while James is continuing to lazily fuck up into him, does his best to come up with a fast excuse.
“I can’t go out, I’m ill. Ssss—” He yanks the phone away just to hiss further when James hits that spot deep inside him that has stars blooming on the back of his squeezed-shut eyelids. When he manages a shallow breath, he brings the phone back to his ear and rushes out, “Stomach ache. Got a stomach ache, I’ve got to go.”
He hangs up before Barty can question him further. His phone clatters to the floor when he practically throws it away from them. James lets out a breathy laugh when he leans back to finally look down at him again, Regulus attempting another glare but failing miserably.
“Don’t worry, baby,” James settles splayed hands on either side of his waist, pulling out of him almost entirely before tugging Regulus back down in the same moment he thrusts upward, the both of them moaning together after the fact. “I’ll take care of you.”
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