[ Right, sure, Mr My Feelings Are So Intense I Live In A Glass Depression Cube And Struggle With Receiving Head is going to call Barry an uber and leave him to jerk off awkwardly back in Ohio. Time to work on his detective game.
Later.
Bruce leans back and gets Barry on his lap, pressed close against him. Content to make out for a moment, nudging him to capture his mouth again. Hold still, he might say, but it'd be warm and teasing. He glides his hands down over his chest and lower, one palm pressing over the closure of his pants. Bruce's touch is confident, those threads of near-hesitation from earlier chased away by the catalyst of orgasm, but he still stops short of prying a button open. ]
Can I touch you?
[ His other hand is on Barry's thigh, thumb rubbing tense, needful circles into the muscle. I want to.
Asking can be plenty erotic. He doesn't talk much, but doesn't think words ruin the mood when they happen. How pleasing, to be able to hear and say yes. ]
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Later.
Bruce leans back and gets Barry on his lap, pressed close against him. Content to make out for a moment, nudging him to capture his mouth again. Hold still, he might say, but it'd be warm and teasing. He glides his hands down over his chest and lower, one palm pressing over the closure of his pants. Bruce's touch is confident, those threads of near-hesitation from earlier chased away by the catalyst of orgasm, but he still stops short of prying a button open. ]
Can I touch you?
[ His other hand is on Barry's thigh, thumb rubbing tense, needful circles into the muscle. I want to.
Asking can be plenty erotic. He doesn't talk much, but doesn't think words ruin the mood when they happen. How pleasing, to be able to hear and say yes. ]