He makes a sound - mm - low and pleased. Bruce undoes the closure of his trousers, gets his hand inside, dragging his fingers over his cock in his underwear. Only spending a moment there, though, finding him so hard. He pulls it back and down, freeing him, circling his hand around it. ]
You really worked yourself up, [ Bruce murmurs against him as he strokes his cock. A firm grip, long fingers and broad palm sketched over with callouses from work and violence, pulling from root to tip without any hesitation. It threatens to get him cranked again, knowing Barry's this turned on by blowing him. He jostles Barry in his lap a bit, getting the layers of fabric covering him to hitch back another inch or two, just to have access to more skin. ] How close do you think you are?
[ Barry feels like lightning in a jar, barely contained under his hands. He cradles his balls, rubs at them and the base of his cock, other hand shifting to get a hold of his ass to keep him there on his lap. Slides his hand up his cock, learning him, stroking along sensitive veins, holding the crown and tracing his fingertips over it. Bruce rubs the pad of his index finger right over the slit, just barely more than feather-light. ]
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He makes a sound - mm - low and pleased. Bruce undoes the closure of his trousers, gets his hand inside, dragging his fingers over his cock in his underwear. Only spending a moment there, though, finding him so hard. He pulls it back and down, freeing him, circling his hand around it. ]
You really worked yourself up, [ Bruce murmurs against him as he strokes his cock. A firm grip, long fingers and broad palm sketched over with callouses from work and violence, pulling from root to tip without any hesitation. It threatens to get him cranked again, knowing Barry's this turned on by blowing him. He jostles Barry in his lap a bit, getting the layers of fabric covering him to hitch back another inch or two, just to have access to more skin. ] How close do you think you are?
[ Barry feels like lightning in a jar, barely contained under his hands. He cradles his balls, rubs at them and the base of his cock, other hand shifting to get a hold of his ass to keep him there on his lap. Slides his hand up his cock, learning him, stroking along sensitive veins, holding the crown and tracing his fingertips over it. Bruce rubs the pad of his index finger right over the slit, just barely more than feather-light. ]