[ Barry leans in, and Bruce lets his hands move down, sliding around him to hold him there. Listening intently still. It's obvious that he wants him - not in a vulgar way (though that too lbr), but truly, genuinely, he wants him to be here and be himself, feel no compulsion or desperation. Barry deserves better from the world than to feel cornered. Bruce doesn't deserve much. Not even niceness, even the way Barry offers it up like that.
But he can like it. Sometimes.
He smiles the faintest bit, about the car. Remains quiet for a while. Someone's fingertips are going to be nearly pruned.
Finally he moves, leaning in enough to kiss him. Slow and sensual, hands splayed on his back, cradling him and pulling him flush against him. ]
I'm not convinced you know how to drive, [ Bruce murmurs against his mouth. ]
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But he can like it. Sometimes.
He smiles the faintest bit, about the car. Remains quiet for a while. Someone's fingertips are going to be nearly pruned.
Finally he moves, leaning in enough to kiss him. Slow and sensual, hands splayed on his back, cradling him and pulling him flush against him. ]
I'm not convinced you know how to drive, [ Bruce murmurs against his mouth. ]