[ He soaks in Barry's contentment as much as anything else, warmth blooming deeper in him— a luxury, to be able to really care for someone, while doing this. He's normally in charge to one degree or another (sometimes an extreme one, sometimes in routine, dull gender roles), but he so rarely gets to indulge in what he actually likes about it. There's a temptation to be smug about that reaction or, heaven forbid, say something like
haha blew ur mind, huh
but no, he'd die.
Bruce captures the younger man's flailed hand, pulls it up from where it dangles off the side of the sofa. Presses his mouth to Barry's palm, a quiet kiss. Almost too tender for what they're doing, but Bruce seems so serious, even now.
He holds it against his cheek instead, looking up. ]
Barry, [ he says plainly, almost an answer to that. ]
no subject
haha blew ur mind, huh
but no, he'd die.
Bruce captures the younger man's flailed hand, pulls it up from where it dangles off the side of the sofa. Presses his mouth to Barry's palm, a quiet kiss. Almost too tender for what they're doing, but Bruce seems so serious, even now.
He holds it against his cheek instead, looking up. ]
Barry, [ he says plainly, almost an answer to that. ]