[ (Or is this part of the future that's to come? Maybe one day Barry will be able to find an answer for that and not disappear from time itself in the process)
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he recalls they'd come in here to talk about... all of this. They had, for the record. At least a little bit. But this right here is nice, too. This right here has Barry's world sparking around him in a way it doesn't when he touches the speed force and he doesn't really want it to stop.
For a second, he's hesitant, but he comes to grasp the side of Bruce's neck with a hand as he returns that kiss he's given for the one he'd given the other man. There's little awkward in the way he does so, a confidence and desire deeply rooted within him coming to the forefront of everything that is him and spilling over into this kiss, this moment, this blip in time that he wants to draw out for as long as he can. Everything is always too slow. But this being slow... he wants it like that. Wants to savor it instead of rush through it in a matter of seconds.
He does, however, come to rush a little when he hears the chime of his phone go off and with a sudden crackle of blue, the chiming stops abruptly, Barry having very quickly checked who it was and turned it off without seemingly having even broken away from Bruce. Times when it's definitely handy to be as fast as he is.
Barry doesn't really waste time in shucking off his hoodie, dropping to the ground right as both hands grasp warmly at Bruce's neck then. He shifts, feeling bold - full of energy - and straddles Bruce's lap as he keeps with the kissing, lets himself tumble into it and the other man there on the sofa. Because it's nice. Bruce is nice. Especially like this. Despite that confidence, however, Barry is still Barry. Even when locked in a moment like this. ]
I can taste that vanilla milkshake on you.
[ Words he murmurs against Bruce's lips then with an amused huff of a laugh. ]
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Somewhere in the back of his mind, he recalls they'd come in here to talk about... all of this. They had, for the record. At least a little bit. But this right here is nice, too. This right here has Barry's world sparking around him in a way it doesn't when he touches the speed force and he doesn't really want it to stop.
For a second, he's hesitant, but he comes to grasp the side of Bruce's neck with a hand as he returns that kiss he's given for the one he'd given the other man. There's little awkward in the way he does so, a confidence and desire deeply rooted within him coming to the forefront of everything that is him and spilling over into this kiss, this moment, this blip in time that he wants to draw out for as long as he can. Everything is always too slow. But this being slow... he wants it like that. Wants to savor it instead of rush through it in a matter of seconds.
He does, however, come to rush a little when he hears the chime of his phone go off and with a sudden crackle of blue, the chiming stops abruptly, Barry having very quickly checked who it was and turned it off without seemingly having even broken away from Bruce. Times when it's definitely handy to be as fast as he is.
Barry doesn't really waste time in shucking off his hoodie, dropping to the ground right as both hands grasp warmly at Bruce's neck then. He shifts, feeling bold - full of energy - and straddles Bruce's lap as he keeps with the kissing, lets himself tumble into it and the other man there on the sofa. Because it's nice. Bruce is nice. Especially like this. Despite that confidence, however, Barry is still Barry. Even when locked in a moment like this. ]
I can taste that vanilla milkshake on you.
[ Words he murmurs against Bruce's lips then with an amused huff of a laugh. ]