[ Of course he's worked himself up. Sucking the cock of the guy you have a crush on kind of tends to do that to a person. Especially one as eager (in so many ways) as Barry Allen. The awkward twenty-five year old criminal justice major who happens to move at super speeds and finally feels as if he's found a place for himself among others who are similar to him in their own ways. People who, he looks up to, would do anything for... ran back in time for. Maybe the world needs someone like Barry in it to give it a second chance, to bring hope when everything seems without it. But Barry needs them. Barry needs Bruce and he'd run back again for him... something a future version of himself has already done, it seems; their relationship with one another that far ahead something he has to almost wonder about now.
But he can't wonder about that when Bruce is touching him like he is. All he can do is make lovely little sounds there on his lap, head dropping against the other man's shoulder as he does. The way Bruce touches him is nothing like how he touches himself and to have those fingers on his own aching cock is a sort of relief he's been desperate for from the moment they first kissed. ]
I - close. [ He breathes the words against the warmth of Bruce's neck, fingers sliding up to hold the other side of it as he hums at how good it feels to be fondled and touched like he is. ] But I'll just go again after. It helps when my stamina is so high.
[ In other words, you may need to try and keep up with him, Brucey.
Lifting his head up, he holds tight to Bruce's neck and moans, breathless, head bowed and eyes shut as he lets himself enjoy the feel of those fingers stroking him over, teasing and playing with him to elicit those shaky little hums and sounds out of him.
Eyes fluttering open, he looks to Bruce through dark lashes and a thick haze lingering there in his eyes for only a moment, coming to press his forehead against the other man's as he breathes against him. Nuzzling him. Enjoying him and those fingers on his cock. ]
Not that I've... experimented or anything just - a theory I have. One of many.
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But he can't wonder about that when Bruce is touching him like he is. All he can do is make lovely little sounds there on his lap, head dropping against the other man's shoulder as he does. The way Bruce touches him is nothing like how he touches himself and to have those fingers on his own aching cock is a sort of relief he's been desperate for from the moment they first kissed. ]
I - close. [ He breathes the words against the warmth of Bruce's neck, fingers sliding up to hold the other side of it as he hums at how good it feels to be fondled and touched like he is. ] But I'll just go again after. It helps when my stamina is so high.
[ In other words, you may need to try and keep up with him, Brucey.
Lifting his head up, he holds tight to Bruce's neck and moans, breathless, head bowed and eyes shut as he lets himself enjoy the feel of those fingers stroking him over, teasing and playing with him to elicit those shaky little hums and sounds out of him.
Eyes fluttering open, he looks to Bruce through dark lashes and a thick haze lingering there in his eyes for only a moment, coming to press his forehead against the other man's as he breathes against him. Nuzzling him. Enjoying him and those fingers on his cock. ]
Not that I've... experimented or anything just - a theory I have. One of many.