What I need

Randy was lying on his stomach on his bed, legs spread, face hidden in his folded arms. Batista sat down beside him and leaned over him, nuzzling into his hair and slipped a hand between his thighs.

"Sore?" he asked softly.

"Uh-huh."

"Should I be apologizing?"

"No." Randy turned his head and lifted his shoulder from the mattress so he could see his lover.

"It was worth it," he grinned. Encouraged, Batista slid his hand deeper into Randy's warm, still-slick crevice.

"You know what turns me on?" he murmured into his partner's bejewelled ear.

Randy chuckled. "As a matter of fact, I do." Batista nipped the ear. His knowing fingers rubbed gently over his partner's well-used orifice. Randy made a soft hiss of pleasure and apprehension, and his blue eyes half-closed. Batista kissed his whiskered cheek.

"No, baby, what turns me on is knowing I can do this to you. Knowing I can touch you anywhere."

Smiling, Randy lowered himself back down onto the bed. Batista teased and stroked his private parts, arousing him in spite of the mild discomfort.

"What else turns you on?" Randy whispered.

Batista kissed the damp nape of his neck through the thick curls. "Knowing that you like it when I do this," he whispered back. "Watching your face, watching you smile, hearing you moan when I touch you like this; that turns me on more than anything, baby."

Randy lifted his hips a little, pushing back against Batista's hand, "You know what turns me on?"

"Besides how incredibly sexy I am?"

"Yeah, besides that, o humble one."

The animal rubbed a strong callused finger against the soft skin of Randy's perineum. "Tell me."

"It turns me on how strong you are," Randy murmured to the pillow. "How much bigger, and stronger you are than me."

Batista raised his head in surprise, his hand pausing. Blair groaned. "That turns you on? Really?" he said.

"Yeah. I mean, I'm used to me being the one that's stronger than my, my partners, you know? And it's, it's kind of a thrill, to know that you're strong enough to, to hold me down, to hurt me even and knowing you wouldn't." He glanced back at Batista. "Is that weird?"

"Probably. How would I know?" Batista said, taking his hand away from Randy's ass and dropping a kiss on the curve of his back to apologize for leaving him. "You do know I wouldn't hurt you, right?"

"Of course I know that," Randy said. "It's just, it's like, like - "

The Legendkiller rarely ran out of words. "Like what?" Batista wondered.

"Like a tiger that lets you pet it," Randy said. "Like riding the biggest wildest stallion in the herd, one that could kick you off and stomp you but he lets you ride instead."

Batista grinned. "Because he loves you." He smoothed his damp fingers over Randy's warm ass.

Orton smiled into the pillow. "Does he love me?" he asked softly.

The animal bent over his lover again, breathing gently into his ear. "He loves you more than anything."

Randy shivered and nudged his butt up, wanting more touching. "Do me again," he murmured.

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