Batgirl and Killer Moth in: I Wasn't Going to Make a Pun, But Fuck It!

Torrential thunderstorm flooded Gotham's streets, but the thick concrete walls that lined Killer Moth's hideout reduced it to nothing more than a pattering hum diffused into white noise.  Despite the rain and the night, the oppressive heatwave that had been blanketing the city for days refused to let up, and even hours after sunset the high temperatures and humidity brought the city to a standstill as its citizens blasted their air conditioners and prayed there wouldn't be a brown out.  For the glorified basement storage room hidden from the world, the bare walls still radiated warmth, and the fan in the corner barely helped to move the suffocating, stagnant air that smelled of the sweat and sex of its current occupants.  Batgirl lay atop the tiny, worn cot in nothing but her cowl, face down in a pile of pillows and sheets, her post-coital bliss and heat-induced listlessness leaving her too unfocused and tired to think but unable to fall asleep due to the heat.  The entirely nude Killer Moth joined her on the cot, sitting next to her and leaning against the rough wall as he gulped down a bottle of water, tucking a spare one against Batgirl's neck that made her shiver from the wet chill of condensation.

He ran his hand up the back of her thigh and traced the curve of her ass with his finger, watching her shift and twitch under his touch.  From her buried face came came a string of unintelligible muttering, and Dru shifted to kneel behind his lover and began tickling the back of her knees with feathery touches, sending her feet kicking upwards.

Babs picked her head up just enough to turn and look at him, "Having fun?"

"Always."

She laid her head back down and sighed, "We really need to get you an air conditioner for this place, I'm dying here."

Straddling her as he leaned forward, he ran the cold, wet bottle up her spine, "Maybe you should have taken your cowl off."

"Where's the fun in that?  Ugh, I'll never get to sleep sweating like this."

"I thought you Batgirls didn't do the whole sleep thing."  Dru finished off his water and tossed the bottle away before leaning down and kissing her derriere.

"I don't thi...what are you doing?"

"Kissing your body," he murmured as he planted another kiss on her firm and shapely left cheek as he drummed his fingers on the right one.

"That's my butt."

"Is nice."

"It's weird," she said firmly as she propped her self up and tried to look back at him.

"It's cute, and cute things get kissed."  He planted a big smacking kiss and laid his head down, "Plus I could always go weirder."  Grabbing the other cheek, he spread her ass apart then let it spring back together with a soft clap, "You have the cutest butthole too."  Bab's lips curled and she reached down, swatting at his hand and face until he stopped using her posterior as a pillow.  Dru laughed as he propped himself up, and landed a few more kisses as she tried to shove him away.  "What's the matter, B, afraid you're in for a surprise rimjob?"

"Ewwwww!"  She huffed as he moved on to kissing her lower back, "what is it with guys and anal?  Girls don't actually like it, and if she says she does she's either lying or you're about to stick your dick in crazy."

Babs felt a hot breath across her back as Dru let out a laughing snort.  "I don't believe you."  He continued to kiss her lower back, making sure to carefully skirt around the jagged star of an exit wound on her spine and the surgical scars that radiated around it lest he set her off in the worst way possible.

"You're not sticking it in my ass, Dru," her voice a brick wall of finality.

"Not that."  Dru gently blew on the perspiration pooling in the small of her back, causing Babs' toes to curl involuntarily.  "I don't think that you're not into it on some level.  Maybe back in high school little miss valedictorian hinted and implied so that all the boys would think they had a shot at living out their porno fantasy if they carried her books and took her out.  Then one night in the shower after everything was all clean and her hands were already down there while thinking about that cute boy on the football curiosity got the better of her and a finger or two found their way back there."

"You certainly have an imagination."

Dru got on his hands and knees, hovering over her, and began kissing his way up her back.  "You're not disagreeing with me.  But maybe I'm reading you wrong, maybe prim, proper, and perfect Barbara Gordon wants a guy worshiping the ground she walks on for just a shot at her pulling her hair down and unleashing that wildcat she's got pent up inside.  But she has to remind him that he's just a worthless piece of meat to her and what better way to do that than hiking up her skirt and making him tongue her ass, then sending him on his way with blue balls?"

"So now I'm a dom instead of a high school tease."

Kissing the nape of her neck, he ran his hands down her arms, intertwining their fingers as he pinned her to the bed.  The kisses on her neck turned to a bite until a hickey showed and her legs spread slightly, a purr escaping her trembling lips.  Encouraged, he wrapped his lips over her earlobe, tugging on her earrings until she winced and let out the tiniest of pained squeals.  "Or maybe," he growled in her ear, "you're just a bratty, stuck-up princess who needs a little pain and degradation because deep down she's a nasty, dirty bitch who wants to be shown her place."

Babs picked her head up and twisted, struggling under Dru as she raised her ass ready for round two; he kissed her forcefully, their tongues sliding over and under before she broke the kiss, looking at him with faux admonishment and a trail of spit leading down her chin.  "I'm not a brat!" she pouted and huffed, "I'm a good girl!"

"Liar."  He kissed her again and ran his hand down the side of her body as Babs quivered and acted like she was fighting back, "but you're good for one thing."

Babs bit and sucked on the tip of her thumb, squirming and rubbing herself against Dru, "Nooooo!  I don't want to be a dirty slut!  I'm a good little princess!"  Dru did his best dismissive bad guy laugh and reached down to guide himself inside her.  However, as his fingers brushed between her ass he felt her whole body spasm and a slight noise escape from her throat.  Suddenly, despite not being able to see him from her position underneath, Babs realized that the rest of the night was taking a completely different direction.  His fingers ran over her tailbone and once more she spasmed, this time the barest of "ha" passing her lips.  His body still pressed to hers, she could feel his demeanor change rapidly in a direction that scared her.

"This whole time, it was just you having a ticklish crack?"  He poked and prodded between her cheeks, each touch eliciting a stronger reaction and louder giggles.  "Did I just find Batgirl's kryptonite?"

"Damn it, HA Dru!  You've HA ruined the mood!"  And as she struggled, sincerely this time, to get out from under him, the cot - unstable at best - promptly tipped over, sending both of them sprawling to the bare concrete floor.  After a second or two of wincing, Dru laughed out loud prompting Barbara to reach over and start smacking him.  As she tried to stand up, he pulled her back down on top of him, giggling and holding her to his chest as she continued to smack him weakly.  And there they stayed, for quite some while, until Babs was kissing him again even if she was still mad.