[ Bruce 'mmhms' his way down Barry's torso, listening to his charming babble, mapping him with his mouth, his hands. He presses against his heart chakra, and the one below it on his solar plexus, and sacral. Smoothing out motions to encourage energy flow. He's noticed the way Barry holds himself sometimes, and who knows if it's hobbyist yoga, or what, but Bruce is also into nerdy meditation shit, so. It's just nice, he thinks. Draws his fingers down parts of the stomach meridian. Snack hole.
And, because why wouldn't he, Bruce finds a spot on the curve of his hip to sink his teeth into - carefully, at first, testing the waters - and wonders how long hickeys last.
He looks up - ] Good. Because I wanted to suck to you off.
[ He wraps Barry's cock in one hand, loose and easy, giving him gentle strokes and watching his face. Bruce can get hard again too (is on his way, the longer they continued), but he'll need more than a metahuman's quick recovery time. If he's serious about his stamina, why not? He can think of few things better to devote some time to, than making Barry feel good, for as many hours as he can wring out of this night. (Day, soon.) ]
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And, because why wouldn't he, Bruce finds a spot on the curve of his hip to sink his teeth into - carefully, at first, testing the waters - and wonders how long hickeys last.
He looks up - ] Good. Because I wanted to suck to you off.
[ He wraps Barry's cock in one hand, loose and easy, giving him gentle strokes and watching his face. Bruce can get hard again too (is on his way, the longer they continued), but he'll need more than a metahuman's quick recovery time. If he's serious about his stamina, why not? He can think of few things better to devote some time to, than making Barry feel good, for as many hours as he can wring out of this night. (Day, soon.) ]