[ Bruce pulls his shirt up, tucking it at his armpits and smoothing his hands over Barry's chest. Wondering what kind of marks his accelerated healing has washed away; Just got the wind knocked out of me. Sure you did. He thumbs over a nipple just to see his reaction, settling down lower, knees shifting his weight. ]
It was, [ he says, agreement warm in his voice, before he kisses him. And even though he's just agreed about the R rating, he doesn't move to do more than that. Making out is an overlooked luxury, though. Bruce would like to remember this. All of it. Soft wet noises and the look on Barry's face, the way he's framed beneath him, the pace of his breathing.
In between intently working at his mouth, he tells him, ] You feel good. You taste good.
[ Bruce lets his teeth close around Barry's lower lip as he pulls back, only to press in again, curl his tongue around the younger man's. He's not the best at affirmations or encouraging dirty talk, but an instinct tells him that validation will be welcome. I like this. I want to be here, too.
Though he wonders when the rasp of his not-quite-beard will become uncomfortable. (He shaves, sometimes even twice a day, but it's a lost cause. To make a dent he'd have to wax it like he does everywhere else.) Bruce tries to keep an eye on the flush of his skin, pressing a quick kiss to his jaw. ]
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It was, [ he says, agreement warm in his voice, before he kisses him. And even though he's just agreed about the R rating, he doesn't move to do more than that. Making out is an overlooked luxury, though. Bruce would like to remember this. All of it. Soft wet noises and the look on Barry's face, the way he's framed beneath him, the pace of his breathing.
In between intently working at his mouth, he tells him, ] You feel good. You taste good.
[ Bruce lets his teeth close around Barry's lower lip as he pulls back, only to press in again, curl his tongue around the younger man's. He's not the best at affirmations or encouraging dirty talk, but an instinct tells him that validation will be welcome. I like this. I want to be here, too.
Though he wonders when the rasp of his not-quite-beard will become uncomfortable. (He shaves, sometimes even twice a day, but it's a lost cause. To make a dent he'd have to wax it like he does everywhere else.) Bruce tries to keep an eye on the flush of his skin, pressing a quick kiss to his jaw. ]