[ It's surreal. Sitting here underground, thinking a few hours ago that, well, the handcuff remarks were all probably across the line. But instead it was just two people severely out of practice talking without pretense, fumbling around through boundaries, wondering.
With a shock that has nothing to do with the electromagnetic echoes of Barry's power, Bruce realizes this is the first sexual contact he's had since before everything went to shit, and that's—
Interesting. Both that it's this, and that he didn't notice he'd stopped. For a while there it was just another spoke on the wheel of his downward spiral, another addiction to lose himself in alongside too much alcohol chasing handfuls of medication. And before that, when he enjoyed it at all, when was the last time he was with anyone who actually knew who he was? Selina, probably. Selina, who doesn't actually like the person he is in between, because that person is neither as dangerous and thrilling as Batman or as charming as a socialite. ]
Fuck, [ leaves him, quiet and breathless. It feels good, his enjoyment is viscerally apparent in how hard he is, the way precome beads at the tip of his cock, even as it's so quickly vanished from Barry's enthusiastic attention. Watching the younger man and his brilliant, pornographic smile, he thinks he should probably tell his body he's allowed to find an end to this. More difficult to switch off when he doesn't have someone else's pleasure to pay attention to. But here it feels just on the edge, like he wants to make that switch, turn it, fall.
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With a shock that has nothing to do with the electromagnetic echoes of Barry's power, Bruce realizes this is the first sexual contact he's had since before everything went to shit, and that's—
Interesting. Both that it's this, and that he didn't notice he'd stopped. For a while there it was just another spoke on the wheel of his downward spiral, another addiction to lose himself in alongside too much alcohol chasing handfuls of medication. And before that, when he enjoyed it at all, when was the last time he was with anyone who actually knew who he was? Selina, probably. Selina, who doesn't actually like the person he is in between, because that person is neither as dangerous and thrilling as Batman or as charming as a socialite. ]
Fuck, [ leaves him, quiet and breathless. It feels good, his enjoyment is viscerally apparent in how hard he is, the way precome beads at the tip of his cock, even as it's so quickly vanished from Barry's enthusiastic attention. Watching the younger man and his brilliant, pornographic smile, he thinks he should probably tell his body he's allowed to find an end to this. More difficult to switch off when he doesn't have someone else's pleasure to pay attention to. But here it feels just on the edge, like he wants to make that switch, turn it, fall.
Rougher— ] Barry.