Answers a few things. Also washes away any lingering reservations in a wave of arousal, and Bruce's hand stills as he takes it in. He kisses him, pushing in hard with it, scrape of teeth, tongue fucking into his mouth in a blatant mime of fucking him with something else. He keeps kissing him while he gets more lube on his fingers, and comes back to begin to press and tease at his hole. Shifting his weight enough so that there's room to do it without snapping his wrist. ]
A lot of mileage happening in your imagination, [ he says, mouth brushing against Barry's as he speaks, continuing to play with him with thick fingers. ] Wonder if you could really cover it.
[ Stamina, sure. Wearing a plug outside the bedroom is not beginner kink. But Barry probably doesn't expect to be pulled into handcuffs right now. (Or does he. There were those comments. Hours ago. A lifetime ago. I don't think we're at Dairy Queen anymore, Toto.) ]
You sound... really beautiful, Barry.
[ Unfortunately he only has sincere compliments. What a dork. Too many years (fuck, decades) putting on a fake act, everything left in between one mask or the other is strange and stilted and too-revealing in its awkward honesty. Pressing in, ghosting a kiss to the side of his mouth, as he rubs over his prostate. ]
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Answers a few things. Also washes away any lingering reservations in a wave of arousal, and Bruce's hand stills as he takes it in. He kisses him, pushing in hard with it, scrape of teeth, tongue fucking into his mouth in a blatant mime of fucking him with something else. He keeps kissing him while he gets more lube on his fingers, and comes back to begin to press and tease at his hole. Shifting his weight enough so that there's room to do it without snapping his wrist. ]
A lot of mileage happening in your imagination, [ he says, mouth brushing against Barry's as he speaks, continuing to play with him with thick fingers. ] Wonder if you could really cover it.
[ Stamina, sure. Wearing a plug outside the bedroom is not beginner kink. But Barry probably doesn't expect to be pulled into handcuffs right now. (Or does he. There were those comments. Hours ago. A lifetime ago. I don't think we're at Dairy Queen anymore, Toto.) ]
You sound... really beautiful, Barry.
[ Unfortunately he only has sincere compliments. What a dork. Too many years (fuck, decades) putting on a fake act, everything left in between one mask or the other is strange and stilted and too-revealing in its awkward honesty. Pressing in, ghosting a kiss to the side of his mouth, as he rubs over his prostate. ]