[ Barry's responsiveness almost makes him shiver; it does make heat begin to coil again low in his abdomen, curling up his spine. His pants are still undone, vulgar and exposed there between them. Bruce noses at him when Barry presses in like that, and strokes his gorgeous cock some more.

Then, perhaps unpleasantly, lets go of it. But it's only to raise his hand to Barry's mouth, and slide his fingers against his lips, inside. ]

Do you think, [ he says against him, sliding his index finger over the younger man's tongue, getting it nice and wet, ] that the idea of you making yourself come over and over isn't one of the hottest things I've ever imagined?

[ A theory, sure. Bruce presses a kiss to his cheekbone and reclaims his hand, reaches down with it to take hold of Barry's cock again. Jerking him quicker, firmer, now, intent clear in the way he touches him. ]

Why don't you show me how many.