Bane touched his face and whispered to him how beautiful he was and everything he loved about him. And while CIA usually kept his shirt on when he and Bane slept together, this time, he let Bane undress him all the way. He didn’t shudder when Bane touched him, he didn’t complain and stop him when Bane moved down to kiss his chest or his stomach. He didn’t get a chance to hide and for once, he stopped thinking about it so much.
It happened more and more after that. Bane would call him a sweet name, tell him how appreciative he was of him and touch him; sometimes sweetly, sometimes sexually and CIA began to believe him.
One morning, Bane woke up in their shared bed and yawned, checking the time, seeing he still had a couple of hours before he had to go to work. As he turned towards CIA, he saw his side of the bed was empty and cold. He got up and went to look for him when he saw CIA coming back in and closing the door behind him. When he saw Bane, he set the bags he was carrying down on the floor and took off his jacket, giving Bane a surprise.
Usually, everything CIA wore was baggy and loose. Shirts, jackets, jeans and sweats, all of it ill fitting and unflattering. But at that moment, CIA wore more fitted jeans and a snug white shirt. Bane felt his jaw drop as CIA smoothed his hands over his chest, feeling a little unsure of himself still as he said,
“I got a ton of stuff today. I didn’t….I wasn’t sure if it would look okay so…if it looks bad you’ll tell me right? It looks okay?”
Bane nodded, still impressed.
“I was just…tired of feeling so gross when you tell me I look good all the time. I thought I’d take the next step.”
Bane went over to him and kissed him, holding his face at first, then his hips before CIA pulled away, smiling and shyly looking away this time, as opposed to uncomfortable.
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