[ Slight age gaps aside here, Bruce is one of the first people that Barry's felt a sort of connection with in a very long time. Even before he was struck by lightning, ended up in a coma, and woke to find the world suddenly so slow around him, he'd been a bit of a loner. A drifter. Never really forging the sorts of connections or relationships with others beyond friendly surface levels because of his obsession determination in freeing his father, in feeling helpless with no one listening to or believing him. In feeling that he had to do it all on his own. By himself. Because that's all he had with his father behind bars.
Bruce knows that loneliness. That sort of inability to seemingly forge genuine connections with others in a way where you can leave yourself open and vulnerable to it and them. While they may not entirely be there just yet (and who's to say they ever will be with the man's own hangups and issues), there's still some semblance of that that Barry is able to grasp and hold onto it and he doesn't wish to let it go. With him or any of them.
He doesn't need filthy praise spilling from his lips of how good of a boy he is for being so eager and willing to blow him like this on the sofa in the... back here. All he needs are sounds and touches that make him vibrate in a way that isn't the speed force's doing, and Bruce gives him just that. Especially when those fingers find their way in his hair, dragging over his scalp.
The sound he makes is muffled but eager, a way to show and tell that he likes it. Both his cock currently stroking the inside of his mouth and the way he's touched as if to coax him into giving more. And he does. Happily. Fingers stroking what doesn't find its way in his mouth (yet) while the wet muscle of his tongue lavishes that thick cock he sucks on with wet and almost lewd noises. Cheeks hollowed, he pulls back from Bruce a little and lets his cock slip out of his mouth with a wet little pop as he does. Eyes hazy, fingers pumping him, he smiles up to the man for what must feel like a half a second or so before he takes him back into his mouth and, this time, lets him bump the back of his throat every time he bobs down. Mouth wet, fingers squeezing at the base, tongue caressing the heaviness resting against it. Barry takes every inch he's given and shows him that He Likes It. He likes him. ]
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obsessiondetermination in freeing his father, in feeling helpless with no one listening to or believing him. In feeling that he had to do it all on his own. By himself. Because that's all he had with his father behind bars.Bruce knows that loneliness. That sort of inability to seemingly forge genuine connections with others in a way where you can leave yourself open and vulnerable to it and them. While they may not entirely be there just yet (and who's to say they ever will be with the man's own hangups and issues), there's still some semblance of that that Barry is able to grasp and hold onto it and he doesn't wish to let it go. With him or any of them.
He doesn't need filthy praise spilling from his lips of how good of a boy he is for being so eager and willing to blow him like this on the sofa in the... back here. All he needs are sounds and touches that make him vibrate in a way that isn't the speed force's doing, and Bruce gives him just that. Especially when those fingers find their way in his hair, dragging over his scalp.
The sound he makes is muffled but eager, a way to show and tell that he likes it. Both his cock currently stroking the inside of his mouth and the way he's touched as if to coax him into giving more. And he does. Happily. Fingers stroking what doesn't find its way in his mouth (yet) while the wet muscle of his tongue lavishes that thick cock he sucks on with wet and almost lewd noises. Cheeks hollowed, he pulls back from Bruce a little and lets his cock slip out of his mouth with a wet little pop as he does. Eyes hazy, fingers pumping him, he smiles up to the man for what must feel like a half a second or so before he takes him back into his mouth and, this time, lets him bump the back of his throat every time he bobs down. Mouth wet, fingers squeezing at the base, tongue caressing the heaviness resting against it. Barry takes every inch he's given and shows him that He Likes It. He likes him. ]