[ Feeling Barry climax like this, wet all over his hand, pressed up to him so every tense and shiver radiates, is exquisite. Bruce holds him, giving his cock gentle strokes through it and after, and presses his mouth to the younger man's. Not a real kiss, letting him breathe still, but wanting to be near him. His other hand slides up his back to hold him better, rubbing him soothingly.
He wonders how lonely Barry's been. If it's anything like how Bruce has felt. He hopes he doesn't build up the same maladaptive armor he has, he's so—
Just, sweet. So much of a better person. Bruce gives him a proper kiss this time and leans back, separating enough so that he can raise his hand to his own mouth and drag his tongue over it, licking off still-warm ejaculate. Observing Barry as he does. Bruce has no real faith in his own ability to look particularly enticing while being sexually performative, but he wants this anyway. Bitter and unpleasant but powerfully erotic. He hums lowly and bumps his forehead against Barry's. After a moment he sits forward, both hands moving to support the speedster's weight so that he can shift them and tip him onto the sofa lengthwise on his back, with Bruce over him. ]
Serious about that? [ he asks, slipping both hands in under his shirt to pet at his stomach, sides, and lower, over the lines of his hips. ]
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He wonders how lonely Barry's been. If it's anything like how Bruce has felt. He hopes he doesn't build up the same maladaptive armor he has, he's so—
Just, sweet. So much of a better person. Bruce gives him a proper kiss this time and leans back, separating enough so that he can raise his hand to his own mouth and drag his tongue over it, licking off still-warm ejaculate. Observing Barry as he does. Bruce has no real faith in his own ability to look particularly enticing while being sexually performative, but he wants this anyway. Bitter and unpleasant but powerfully erotic. He hums lowly and bumps his forehead against Barry's. After a moment he sits forward, both hands moving to support the speedster's weight so that he can shift them and tip him onto the sofa lengthwise on his back, with Bruce over him. ]
Serious about that? [ he asks, slipping both hands in under his shirt to pet at his stomach, sides, and lower, over the lines of his hips. ]