As much as he loves the weight of Bruce against him and the tongue fucking he's been given with kisses pressed wherever Bruce so desires them to be pressed, it's the way those fingers stroke him from the inside that really get to him and the sound Barry makes for the other man is loud and unabashed and maybe even a little slutty. But it's fine, it doesn't matter. What does is the way those fingers make his body shake with pleasure, practically vibrating against both the bed and the other man as he knocks his head back and heels dig tight into the mattress.
For a moment, his mind blanks — a white landscape of nothing but trembling pleasure at the way Bruce plays with him with those fingers of his. It's only after a handful of seconds that he strings together the words Bruce has said to him and he moans, at first, in reply to them. ]
You're beautiful... [ He breathes the words through a shaky breath, turning his head to try and steal a kiss from the other man. ] ...I wanna come for you so many times.
[ Fingers of one hand come to card through Bruce's hair at the side, lips buzzing with hums against his cheek before he moans again, head falling back to the pillows. Eyes glassy, lips parted, hips rocking against that hand to feel more of those fingers. He grips at a shoulder with his other hand before he finally makes himself look to Bruce there from beneath him. ]
Do you wanna fuck me? Do you wanna see how good I am at taking you?
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As much as he loves the weight of Bruce against him and the tongue fucking he's been given with kisses pressed wherever Bruce so desires them to be pressed, it's the way those fingers stroke him from the inside that really get to him and the sound Barry makes for the other man is loud and unabashed and maybe even a little slutty. But it's fine, it doesn't matter. What does is the way those fingers make his body shake with pleasure, practically vibrating against both the bed and the other man as he knocks his head back and heels dig tight into the mattress.
For a moment, his mind blanks — a white landscape of nothing but trembling pleasure at the way Bruce plays with him with those fingers of his. It's only after a handful of seconds that he strings together the words Bruce has said to him and he moans, at first, in reply to them. ]
You're beautiful... [ He breathes the words through a shaky breath, turning his head to try and steal a kiss from the other man. ] ...I wanna come for you so many times.
[ Fingers of one hand come to card through Bruce's hair at the side, lips buzzing with hums against his cheek before he moans again, head falling back to the pillows. Eyes glassy, lips parted, hips rocking against that hand to feel more of those fingers. He grips at a shoulder with his other hand before he finally makes himself look to Bruce there from beneath him. ]
Do you wanna fuck me? Do you wanna see how good I am at taking you?