[ Oh the marks he would have if not for that accelerated healing of his. Luckily, it doesn't leave any scars behind to show the number of times he's been hit, especially by genocidal alien guns. Hurts like absolute Hell in the moment, but nothing more than a distant memory after the handful of seconds or minutes it takes. Thanks, accelerated healing.
It's not so much the way Bruce kisses and touches him as it is the praise he's given that makes Barry squirm against him all hot and bothered. Fingers lifting to card through that dusting of salt and pepper Bruce has going on while his others ghost along the curve of his spine, pressing into him with soft little moans that show his pleasure in being given such affection. He likes the way he's touched, the way Bruce feels a little scruffy against his skin every time lips trail away from his own, wandering over the warmth of his skin that sometimes shivers for him purely from how nice that feels alone. He likes a lot of things. I like you.
He slots Bruce between his legs, hands smoothing down the front of the other man's chest, and he tilts his head back, eyes closed, drinking up how good it feels to have those lips and hands on him wherever they so please. ]
I bet you feel good. So... big.
[ It's a whole half a second after his saying that that he huffs a laugh then, head tilting back a little further before he groans at his own words and brings his head back up to nose Bruce, hands smoothing over his neck. ]
I'm... really bad at this. So sexy, right? Like — what am I supposed to say? Pound me with your thick cock?
[ Despite the Super Sexy Moment they're having here on the couch, Barry chuckles soft and warm against the other man's lips and even comes to duck his head a little sheepishly at All Of That. The fact that he can be like this with Bruce, that he doesn't need to be oozing sexual confidence to the point that he's practically soaking Bruce in it is... nice. Because as much as Bruce wants to let this moment last, remember every little look and sound and gasp that falls from parted lips, Barry wants to as well. Wants to enjoy the slowness of a moment that's forever seconds away from becoming a memory.
Gently, he brushes the pad of his thumb over Bruce's bottom lip, dragging it down slow before he leans in to steal a kiss. ]
no subject
It's not so much the way Bruce kisses and touches him as it is the praise he's given that makes Barry squirm against him all hot and bothered. Fingers lifting to card through that dusting of salt and pepper Bruce has going on while his others ghost along the curve of his spine, pressing into him with soft little moans that show his pleasure in being given such affection. He likes the way he's touched, the way Bruce feels a little scruffy against his skin every time lips trail away from his own, wandering over the warmth of his skin that sometimes shivers for him purely from how nice that feels alone. He likes a lot of things. I like you.
He slots Bruce between his legs, hands smoothing down the front of the other man's chest, and he tilts his head back, eyes closed, drinking up how good it feels to have those lips and hands on him wherever they so please. ]
I bet you feel good. So... big.
[ It's a whole half a second after his saying that that he huffs a laugh then, head tilting back a little further before he groans at his own words and brings his head back up to nose Bruce, hands smoothing over his neck. ]
I'm... really bad at this. So sexy, right? Like — what am I supposed to say? Pound me with your thick cock?
[ Despite the Super Sexy Moment they're having here on the couch, Barry chuckles soft and warm against the other man's lips and even comes to duck his head a little sheepishly at All Of That. The fact that he can be like this with Bruce, that he doesn't need to be oozing sexual confidence to the point that he's practically soaking Bruce in it is... nice. Because as much as Bruce wants to let this moment last, remember every little look and sound and gasp that falls from parted lips, Barry wants to as well. Wants to enjoy the slowness of a moment that's forever seconds away from becoming a memory.
Gently, he brushes the pad of his thumb over Bruce's bottom lip, dragging it down slow before he leans in to steal a kiss. ]
But I wouldn't say no.