[ There's something about that low, husky growl Bruce has in this heated moment that has Barry turning into a mess of filthy little sounds and if this man had ever wanted him to submit to being his, he would do so in a heartbeat, without a second thought he's that turned on by him.

The way he brushes his cock against his own — how his fingers slip lower and lower until they're practically teasing him there between his legs with that question he has The Nerve to ask him right now when he's so wound up and skin flushed from the way he gets him going again, Barry loves it — needs it — so much that his stammering awkwardness is so swiftly replaced with a more confidant — a more filthy — side of him that seems to come so easy when he sinks into those touches and teasing and husky breaths Bruce gives to him so freely. When his head is full of nothing but wanting Bruce. All his dirty little thoughts just spill out of him. ]

I like thinking of you.

[ Breathing the words, hands reach back over his shoulders and he grips tight at the sheets as he squirms there beneath the man, swallow thickly, face flushed. ]

Of being bent over your desk and taken from behind... blowing you in an elevator and making sure I clan you up with my tongue... riding you in the front or backseat of your car and taking every last drop you give me... wearing a plug for you and only letting you fuck me because you're the only one I want filling me up.

[ Lips parting, he bumps his head against Bruce's and lets lips brush over his... but doesn't kiss him. Instead, he smiles, just barely kissing the top of his lip before he licks over his own, moaning there against his mouth. ]

You're the one I want filling me up.

[ No, sir. I haven't been fucked before but I have many ideas of how I would like to be. ]