"Fucking hell..." He scrubbed at his face with one bandaged hand, irritation creeping back up along his spine. "I hurt, I'm drugged and you just saved my life. Can you not overthink everything for one night and let me be okay with you holding me? And if that means fucking me, then fine. Help me roll over and prop up my leg so you don't jostle it too much. Or I could suck you off like I used to do. If...If you'd want that."

The last bit came out a little unsure. It was an offer he hadn't made since they'd started seeing each other again, too angry to trust himself and well aware that a layer of violence was expected between them. But if Bruce choking him on his cock got the man to lay the fuck down...well, it wouldn't be the first time.

"All I've ever fucking wanted was to feel like you loved me enough to chose me over your damned mission for one fucking night and it finally happens and you're making me talk about it. Fucking rude, B."