[ Honestly, if Bruce wanted to fuck his mouth, he'd let him. He'd choke on his cock as many times as he wanted if it meant he could get more of those sounds and the way he says his name on those lips out of him. Bruce is forever restrained in everything that he does, that to see and hear him like this and knowing it's because of him... it's intoxicating in every way imaginable and has Barry crushing even harder on the man. Not that he thinks he's the best sort-of-fuck he's ever had or anything, but. It's Bruce in a way he's never seen before, only wondered about. Alone. With his own hand around his cock.
So when Bruce pushes into his mouth, even if for just a moment, Barry moans around him at how good it feels. How good it is to have Bruce force him to take just a little more than he's already taking. The praise fills Barry with an overwhelming desire to give him whatever he wants and he glances up to him when he feels that hand holding his face. He can only imagine what he looks like down here between his legs for Bruce, mouth stuffed with his cock he keeps taking, but from where he is on his knees between those legs, Bruce looks like that torn masterpiece he's thought about countless times and he doesn't want to be rid of that image just yet.
But then his mouth is filled with cum and he takes what he's fed with a guttural moan. He swallows what he can, greedy and desperate to take it all, but it proves to be a little too much for him (it's not like he's out sucking dick on the daily) and chokes on it to the point of having to pull back, gasping. He desperately takes what he can't on his tongue, splotches of that hot cum both on his cheek and dribbling from his lips, making him a literal mess there on his knees. He pumps that cock even as Bruce comes, milking as much from him as he can and he lets him paint his tongue in white before he comes to lick over his lips and slowly make a show of swallowing what he's been given.
Lips wrapping around that thick head, he sucks on him for just a little, making sure he gets it all, before he lazily pulls himself off and sighs there on his knees, an arm coming to drape over Bruce's leg. Leaning there, he admires the other's cock he lazily squeezes before he looks up to Bruce, wearing his mess on his face. ]
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So when Bruce pushes into his mouth, even if for just a moment, Barry moans around him at how good it feels. How good it is to have Bruce force him to take just a little more than he's already taking. The praise fills Barry with an overwhelming desire to give him whatever he wants and he glances up to him when he feels that hand holding his face. He can only imagine what he looks like down here between his legs for Bruce, mouth stuffed with his cock he keeps taking, but from where he is on his knees between those legs, Bruce looks like that torn masterpiece he's thought about countless times and he doesn't want to be rid of that image just yet.
But then his mouth is filled with cum and he takes what he's fed with a guttural moan. He swallows what he can, greedy and desperate to take it all, but it proves to be a little too much for him (it's not like he's out sucking dick on the daily) and chokes on it to the point of having to pull back, gasping. He desperately takes what he can't on his tongue, splotches of that hot cum both on his cheek and dribbling from his lips, making him a literal mess there on his knees. He pumps that cock even as Bruce comes, milking as much from him as he can and he lets him paint his tongue in white before he comes to lick over his lips and slowly make a show of swallowing what he's been given.
Lips wrapping around that thick head, he sucks on him for just a little, making sure he gets it all, before he lazily pulls himself off and sighs there on his knees, an arm coming to drape over Bruce's leg. Leaning there, he admires the other's cock he lazily squeezes before he looks up to Bruce, wearing his mess on his face. ]
That was... hot.