[ There's something so incredibly hot about that rough edge of an order to Bruce's voice as he fucks him with those fingers and Barry finds himself almost saying yes, sir before his mind just goes and blanks on him. The most he gets out is a weak little yes, but even that dies on the sharp gasp leaving his lips.
Barry tips his head back as another shaky gasp leaves him, eyes squeezed shut while hips rock harder against that hand. That fucking amazing hand with those fucking amazing fingers that are touching and fucking him in ways no one else ever has and Barry swears it's the hottest thing he's ever felt ā that Bruce is the hottest person ever. ]
Iā wanna come. I wanna come so bad. Please.
[ Heels dig hard into the mattress around the other man and Barry keeps fucking himself on those fingers as asked ā as told ā sharp little breaths and gasps spilling from lips more quickly as sweat rolls down the back of his neck, along the curve of his tailbone. He's close ā he's really fucking close and he can't believe he's going to come from Bruce's fingers alone.
Despite his slightly lean figure, the muscles across his arms pull tight as he grips at the sheets around him, eyes still shut with head tilted back, pained little whines spilling from him at how much he loves and hates this at the same time. Lost in how good he feels ā lost in how much more good he wants to feel with coming like Bruce tells him to. When he does finally come, it's with a sharp hitch of breath and a sudden trembling of his body that almost makes the bed itself vibrate. But that hitch of breath bleeds into a pleased little whine and he comes harder than he had the previous two times, thick spurts of hot cum painting across his own stomach as he shudders, as he gasps, as he nearly breaks his neck with how far back he tilts it.
Suffice to say, third time's a charm in this little Stamina Experiment or Game of theirs.
The gasp that leaves his lips is a breathless one when he drops back against the mattress and he lays there. Spent. Staring up to the ceiling with glassy eyes and a sheen of sweat across his chest and forehead. It takes him a moment before he can even find the strength to move, legs like jelly and knocking against Bruce, before he lolls his head to the side and lazily blinks his eyes a few times. Swallowing thickly. ]
So good... [ He murmurs, wearing a lazy smile. ] I came for you so good, didn't I?
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Barry tips his head back as another shaky gasp leaves him, eyes squeezed shut while hips rock harder against that hand. That fucking amazing hand with those fucking amazing fingers that are touching and fucking him in ways no one else ever has and Barry swears it's the hottest thing he's ever felt ā that Bruce is the hottest person ever. ]
Iā wanna come. I wanna come so bad. Please.
[ Heels dig hard into the mattress around the other man and Barry keeps fucking himself on those fingers as asked ā as told ā sharp little breaths and gasps spilling from lips more quickly as sweat rolls down the back of his neck, along the curve of his tailbone. He's close ā he's really fucking close and he can't believe he's going to come from Bruce's fingers alone.
Despite his slightly lean figure, the muscles across his arms pull tight as he grips at the sheets around him, eyes still shut with head tilted back, pained little whines spilling from him at how much he loves and hates this at the same time. Lost in how good he feels ā lost in how much more good he wants to feel with coming like Bruce tells him to. When he does finally come, it's with a sharp hitch of breath and a sudden trembling of his body that almost makes the bed itself vibrate. But that hitch of breath bleeds into a pleased little whine and he comes harder than he had the previous two times, thick spurts of hot cum painting across his own stomach as he shudders, as he gasps, as he nearly breaks his neck with how far back he tilts it.
Suffice to say, third time's a charm in this little Stamina Experiment or Game of theirs.
The gasp that leaves his lips is a breathless one when he drops back against the mattress and he lays there. Spent. Staring up to the ceiling with glassy eyes and a sheen of sweat across his chest and forehead. It takes him a moment before he can even find the strength to move, legs like jelly and knocking against Bruce, before he lolls his head to the side and lazily blinks his eyes a few times. Swallowing thickly. ]
So good... [ He murmurs, wearing a lazy smile. ] I came for you so good, didn't I?