[ The careful but familiar way Bruce touches him is a treat to Barry's senses. Every little touch and brush and suck to his skin has him almost shivering beneath the other man and Barry finds that he - never mind his cock - can't seem to get enough of it.

But it's that slight rock of his hips Bruce rolls into him that really sets something within him off and the sound the younger man makes while gripping tight to an arm is needy and wanton in ways that it hasn't exactly been thus far tonight.

With a suddenly flushed face, he breathes, fingers running over the bicep he clutches tight to while he takes a moment to just enjoy that feeling, swallowing thickly, before he rocks himself up against the other man a little. Slow and teasing and curious. ]

I want you, too.

[ Words are shaky as they turn into a moan, Barry tilting his head back some as eyes fall shut and he enjoys having the weight of Bruce against him- of feeling his own cock hard and pressing at him, knowing it's because of him. ]

I want to come a third time because of you and I want you to come, too. Inside, in my mouth, on my face. Just want you to come again. Want it to be with you.