[ The second he finds himself slipping into that warm, wet mouth, he groans with fingers dragging blunt nails along the shoulder they hold tight to. It's... good. Really fucking good and Barry can barely contain himself from wanting to thrust up into that mouth to already be deeper than he is. Suffice to say, he's eager for anything and everything that Bruce is willing to give him and he's already given him so much with just the kisses and touches and being able to suck him off like he did. To be treated with his mouth on his cock like this... it's even better than any fantasy he might have come up with and he loves it. Adores it. Adores him for this and so many other reasons he can't even put together right now. ]
Ah— fuck.
[ The curse slips out without him even realizing it, chest and stomach tight as he swallows thickly at how much his head spins from the feeling of being inside the other man's mouth. It's better than anything he could have ever imagined and, truth be told, he hadn't done much imagining of Bruce being the one blowing him, so this is extra nice in so many ways.
Fingers blindly card through the salt and pepper of his hair, shallow breaths given as he licks over his lips, tilts his head back, and enjoys how good it feels to be on the receiving end. ]
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Ah— fuck.
[ The curse slips out without him even realizing it, chest and stomach tight as he swallows thickly at how much his head spins from the feeling of being inside the other man's mouth. It's better than anything he could have ever imagined and, truth be told, he hadn't done much imagining of Bruce being the one blowing him, so this is extra nice in so many ways.
Fingers blindly card through the salt and pepper of his hair, shallow breaths given as he licks over his lips, tilts his head back, and enjoys how good it feels to be on the receiving end. ]
Yeah — really like your mouth. Like you.