[ Bruce is a complex man that Barry longs to sink his fingers into and pull out any sort of reaction that might fall into the category of praise from him. He wants to be good enough, both here in this moment and on the team he'd come to him about. To find a place for himself, among others- with others who are a little like him in various ways... it's something he so badly needs in his life and this, right here with Bruce, is something else he desperately needs in his lonesome life he has: he needs that physical and emotional connection with someone who not only gets him but wants him as he is, too.
When he feels that hand drop first to his shoulder, then slide its way up to his neck, he looks up to Bruce, lips wrapped around the head of that thick cock, eyes fixated on him as he does. The way he breathes and the way he sits there isn't lost on Barry and it's a gentle sort of reassurance that this is good,this is right,this is something he wants. Because he wants this as well, even if certain other might caution against this, especially if this ends up being more than a one-off sort of thing. Usually there's rules about not dating any work colleagues, never mind blowing the boss, but. It's different. Or so Barry tells himself. Their whole thing is different. Because, sure, they're a team. But they also have their own lives, their own cities, their own places to be when they're not working together. It's fine. All of this is fine and no one even needs to really know anyways. Even with Barry's penchant for not being the greatest at keeping who he is a secret, there are some things he can keep to himself and he figures Bruce can too. Even from Alfred? Maybe fifty-fifty there. (you're a bad liar when you try it with him after all, bruce)
But with the gentle reassurance given in the form of that hand on his neck, Barry slides his lips down the thick shaft of the other man and takes as much of him as he can into his mouth with an eager little hum. Quick as he is, he's slow with his movements as he swallows him, head bobbing and fingers stroking. Taking whatever he can into his mouth and welcoming it every time he slides back down, relaxing his throat to take just a little more each time. ]
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When he feels that hand drop first to his shoulder, then slide its way up to his neck, he looks up to Bruce, lips wrapped around the head of that thick cock, eyes fixated on him as he does. The way he breathes and the way he sits there isn't lost on Barry and it's a gentle sort of reassurance that this is good, this is right, this is something he wants. Because he wants this as well, even if certain other might caution against this, especially if this ends up being more than a one-off sort of thing. Usually there's rules about not dating any work colleagues, never mind blowing the boss, but. It's different. Or so Barry tells himself. Their whole thing is different. Because, sure, they're a team. But they also have their own lives, their own cities, their own places to be when they're not working together. It's fine. All of this is fine and no one even needs to really know anyways. Even with Barry's penchant for not being the greatest at keeping who he is a secret, there are some things he can keep to himself and he figures Bruce can too. Even from Alfred? Maybe fifty-fifty there. (you're a bad liar when you try it with him after all, bruce)
But with the gentle reassurance given in the form of that hand on his neck, Barry slides his lips down the thick shaft of the other man and takes as much of him as he can into his mouth with an eager little hum. Quick as he is, he's slow with his movements as he swallows him, head bobbing and fingers stroking. Taking whatever he can into his mouth and welcoming it every time he slides back down, relaxing his throat to take just a little more each time. ]