[ Barry's responsiveness just makes Bruce want to see more of it. He fucks him with his fingers, doing more just to pleasure him than prepare for anything, purely to watch and listen, soak up the way he shivers and moans. Barry rocks his hips up and Bruce curls his touch into it, gaze fixed on his face, memorizing exactly where, how much, how deep. ]
I do, and I will. [ A rough promise, looking at him. Bruce presses a light kiss to Barry's mouth and then shifts up a little onto his knees, a degree of extra leverage. He grabs the younger man's hip with his other hand and pulls at him, encouraging him to rock up onto his fingers more. There's an edge of an order in his low voice: ] I want you to come like this. On my fingers. Show me.
[ Pressing in more, rubbing fingertips in what he knows will be maddening. Barry's practically been vibrating against him and he's fascinated. It's so uniquely him, and surreal, and everything being beyond human experience makes sense, in his crazy fucking life—
It's also extremely hot. His own cock is hard enough to be leaking, brushing against the inside of Barry's thigh. ]
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I do, and I will. [ A rough promise, looking at him. Bruce presses a light kiss to Barry's mouth and then shifts up a little onto his knees, a degree of extra leverage. He grabs the younger man's hip with his other hand and pulls at him, encouraging him to rock up onto his fingers more. There's an edge of an order in his low voice: ] I want you to come like this. On my fingers. Show me.
[ Pressing in more, rubbing fingertips in what he knows will be maddening. Barry's practically been vibrating against him and he's fascinated. It's so uniquely him, and surreal, and everything being beyond human experience makes sense, in his crazy fucking life—
It's also extremely hot. His own cock is hard enough to be leaking, brushing against the inside of Barry's thigh. ]