[ Barry had been rubbing at his jaw a bit while lounging there between Bruce's legs and wondering if this was the part where things would get awkward between them. He'd successfully managed to spill the beans about his crush on Bruce to Bruce and, somehow, convinced him to not only make out with him but also blow him right here on the sofa and be a greedy little speedster lapping everything that he could up both literally and figuratively. Because there's going to be an after, as much as he sort of doesn't want there to be. It has to happen, whether they just sort of forget this was ever a thing or keep it between them from here on out. It's a thing he's feeling a little uncertain with suddenly and isn't so sure what it means in terms of their relationship to one another.
But then Bruce is suddenly kissing him - hard - and Barry's breath catches in the back of his throat before he falls into it, into him, lingering worries dissolved into that kiss that practically burns his lips. Unabashed with how he feels, he lets himself moan loudly into that kiss, letting Bruce take whatever he wants from him. Fingers grip at the front of the other man's shirt and Barry rushes to keep up with how hard and deep Bruce kisses him, ending up a fumbled mess of need and want for this man even after having swallowed his cum as messily as he had.
When Bruce asks - demands? - what he does of him, Barry stares to him in a bit of a daze because... is there more? Is Bruce not going to awkwardly shimmy his way out of this or ask if he needs a ride home? It takes Barry all of three seconds before he's letting himself be pulled as Bruce wants and he bumps his head against the other man's as he kisses him again. Eager. Needy. Feeling that second wind of his already kicking in because of his stamina.
Unable to help himself, he kisses along Bruce's neck, breath heavy, hands wandering over the front of his chest. Needing to touch him and taste him again already, getting caught up in all of this all over again. ]
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But then Bruce is suddenly kissing him - hard - and Barry's breath catches in the back of his throat before he falls into it, into him, lingering worries dissolved into that kiss that practically burns his lips. Unabashed with how he feels, he lets himself moan loudly into that kiss, letting Bruce take whatever he wants from him. Fingers grip at the front of the other man's shirt and Barry rushes to keep up with how hard and deep Bruce kisses him, ending up a fumbled mess of need and want for this man even after having swallowed his cum as messily as he had.
When Bruce asks - demands? - what he does of him, Barry stares to him in a bit of a daze because... is there more? Is Bruce not going to awkwardly shimmy his way out of this or ask if he needs a ride home? It takes Barry all of three seconds before he's letting himself be pulled as Bruce wants and he bumps his head against the other man's as he kisses him again. Eager. Needy. Feeling that second wind of his already kicking in because of his stamina.
Unable to help himself, he kisses along Bruce's neck, breath heavy, hands wandering over the front of his chest. Needing to touch him and taste him again already, getting caught up in all of this all over again. ]