But Bruce continues to lick and suck and tease in ways that Barry has only ever dreamed about and he has no idea how much more of it he can take. Which, it's fine that he can't because he'll just go again in a few minutes once he's caught his breath and come back down from that euphoric high orgasms tend to take a person to. Really, he actually does have to wonder how many of these Bruce intends to milk out of him, pun absolutely intended.
The way he says what he wants is with such authority in Barry's mind that he can't not want to do as he says. He nods, pitifully, sucking on his bottom lip with teeth pressing down hard and trying to remember that he's already come for Bruce and that it's not going to be much of a surprise that he can or that he wants to for him, especially with how greedy and eager he'd been for Bruce's own load in his mouth. Maybe Bruce is the same, maybe he wants it just as bad in the pit of his stomach. Whatever the case, Barry finds himself slipping, heels digging into the cushions of the couch as breaths start to become more shallow. ]
I want to come for you — Bruce.
[ Fingers find their way in both the cushions and the other man's hair and the sounds he makes are both desperate and loud, though he tries to bite them back after every stroke into that warm mouth that works him. God, Alfred, sorry if you end up hearing any of this, please don't look at him awkwardly if he sticks around come morning.
But Barry gives in with little warning (sorry B-Man) and comes unexpectedly then, hard and thick, just as he had before. He doesn't do much in the way of holding Bruce there on his cock, but fingers do twist tightly in the strands of hair they have and he swears he sees stars behind his eyes this time as he comes for the second time. ]
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But Bruce continues to lick and suck and tease in ways that Barry has only ever dreamed about and he has no idea how much more of it he can take. Which, it's fine that he can't because he'll just go again in a few minutes once he's caught his breath and come back down from that euphoric high orgasms tend to take a person to. Really, he actually does have to wonder how many of these Bruce intends to milk out of him, pun absolutely intended.
The way he says what he wants is with such authority in Barry's mind that he can't not want to do as he says. He nods, pitifully, sucking on his bottom lip with teeth pressing down hard and trying to remember that he's already come for Bruce and that it's not going to be much of a surprise that he can or that he wants to for him, especially with how greedy and eager he'd been for Bruce's own load in his mouth. Maybe Bruce is the same, maybe he wants it just as bad in the pit of his stomach. Whatever the case, Barry finds himself slipping, heels digging into the cushions of the couch as breaths start to become more shallow. ]
I want to come for you — Bruce.
[ Fingers find their way in both the cushions and the other man's hair and the sounds he makes are both desperate and loud, though he tries to bite them back after every stroke into that warm mouth that works him. God, Alfred, sorry if you end up hearing any of this, please don't look at him awkwardly if he sticks around come morning.
But Barry gives in with little warning (sorry B-Man) and comes unexpectedly then, hard and thick, just as he had before. He doesn't do much in the way of holding Bruce there on his cock, but fingers do twist tightly in the strands of hair they have and he swears he sees stars behind his eyes this time as he comes for the second time. ]