[ Well, Bruce. You just might get your wish in wanting to get this speedster off as may times as you can since Barry is quite willing and eager to go along with that because, you know, it's you and all. Add to that the fact that he's never done a Sex Marathon of sorts and sure, he's all for it. Especially with seeing just how much he can take before he really does need a break for himself. His metabolism and stamina might be fast and beefed up, but he still gets tired, still gets depleted like anyone else and yeah, he's going to need a lot to eat after to get his energy back up. Good thing Bruce is covered there, right?

He squirms against the couch in a way that feels good even to him and the sounds he makes for Bruce are lovely and eager and needy in every way they possibly can be. His experience might not be godly when it comes to sleeping with men but damn if he isn't doing a good job getting Barry to feel things he's never quite felt before; the fact that it's Bruce probably adds to that as well. ]

That's — that's a very good idea, yeah.

[ He breathes out a laugh as he arches his back, humming in a way that shows he likes what Bruce is both saying and doing and he blindly reaches down to rest trembling fingers on a shoulder, gripping tight. ]

You know — sometimes I think about you. [ Swallowing, he takes a moment to appreciate how he feels before continuing. ] And you've outdone every sort of thought that I've ever had about you. A hundred times over.