[ If Bruce was really about to argue the prospect of getting himself a blowjob by someone more than willing and eager to give it to him, Barry might have to rethink a couple things about the man. Such as, if he even has an idea of what it means to chillax or go with the flow with things. He gets that Bruce is very much work-oriented and keeps to himself more often than not but, c'mon. The man seriously needs an injection of something else in his life that could be vaguely reminiscent of actual, genuine fun. Barry, luckily, is pretty good at being able to give that, let alone a more light-hearted feel to things. Even if he's a little awkward about it at times.
Those hands sliding up his back pull a smile to the speedster's lips and he hums around a huff of laughter as he lazily brushes those smiling lips of his against the rough stubble along Bruce's chin. ]
And here I was worried you were going to make me fight you on that.
[ He teases the words against that warm skin, fingers caressing that twitching cock a little, vibrating as they do in a way that might feel like heaven to some. He grins, nosing at Bruce's cheek, letting those quick fingers of his work him over just a little more as if to sell the other man on it completely, stealing a wet kiss as he does.
Swift, but not speed force swift, he moves himself from Bruce's lap and settles between his legs, springing loose that cock he'd been teasing with his fingers, which he takes a moment to admire, a mischievous glint in his eye as he looks up with a huff. He's really doing this. With Bruce Wayne. Batman. Boss man himself. Kind of hard to believe but not anything he's about to back down from. Not when he has Bruce's cock out like this.
With only the faintest amount of hesitation, fingers wrap around the other's cock and he leans in to drag his tongue over the head of it at first. Slow. Curious. Eyes lifting up to catch how Bruce might like it... especially when he does a little something with his tongue. A little vibrating something, that is. ]
back for the filth 😎
Those hands sliding up his back pull a smile to the speedster's lips and he hums around a huff of laughter as he lazily brushes those smiling lips of his against the rough stubble along Bruce's chin. ]
And here I was worried you were going to make me fight you on that.
[ He teases the words against that warm skin, fingers caressing that twitching cock a little, vibrating as they do in a way that might feel like heaven to some. He grins, nosing at Bruce's cheek, letting those quick fingers of his work him over just a little more as if to sell the other man on it completely, stealing a wet kiss as he does.
Swift, but not speed force swift, he moves himself from Bruce's lap and settles between his legs, springing loose that cock he'd been teasing with his fingers, which he takes a moment to admire, a mischievous glint in his eye as he looks up with a huff. He's really doing this. With Bruce Wayne. Batman. Boss man himself. Kind of hard to believe but not anything he's about to back down from. Not when he has Bruce's cock out like this.
With only the faintest amount of hesitation, fingers wrap around the other's cock and he leans in to drag his tongue over the head of it at first. Slow. Curious. Eyes lifting up to catch how Bruce might like it... especially when he does a little something with his tongue. A little vibrating something, that is. ]