[ Barry's desperate sounds, the clench of him around his fingers, the way his body spasms and all his muscles strain and stand out as he goes so tense, is just fucking unreal. Bruce finds himself breathing hard just watching him, and he has to drag in a deep breath just to settle, pulse still keyed up, stroking over his flank soothingly. ]
You did, [ he tells him, leaning over and kissing him. ] Just perfect.
[ Bruce gently withdraws his fingers, and gives the end curve where his thigh meets his ass a tender squeeze. Slips his other hand to the younger man's cock, meanwhile, stroking over hyper-sensitized flesh, wringing anything else out of him, drawing his fingers through the sticky mess across his torso. Rubbing it into his skin a little, marvelling that he's still got anything to give on his third climax. ]
Fuck, Barry.
[ He nuzzles in, giving him soft kisses, ignoring the state of his own arousal. He really could watch that all day. ] You needed it, I bet. [ One broad hand skims up his chest and higher, drifting over his throat, to cradle his jaw. Fingers a little sticky from Barry's own ejaculate, he presses his thumb against his lower lip. ] Needed to be milked just like that.
[ Bruce is sure he hasn't been with anyone who could come like that, since - when? Ever? Like a teenager is not quite right. Even when he was a teenager, messing around, everything was lightning-quick and embarrassing, even if it was immediately repetitive. Lacking this bone-deep satisfaction, the depth of it. ]
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You did, [ he tells him, leaning over and kissing him. ] Just perfect.
[ Bruce gently withdraws his fingers, and gives the end curve where his thigh meets his ass a tender squeeze. Slips his other hand to the younger man's cock, meanwhile, stroking over hyper-sensitized flesh, wringing anything else out of him, drawing his fingers through the sticky mess across his torso. Rubbing it into his skin a little, marvelling that he's still got anything to give on his third climax. ]
Fuck, Barry.
[ He nuzzles in, giving him soft kisses, ignoring the state of his own arousal. He really could watch that all day. ] You needed it, I bet. [ One broad hand skims up his chest and higher, drifting over his throat, to cradle his jaw. Fingers a little sticky from Barry's own ejaculate, he presses his thumb against his lower lip. ] Needed to be milked just like that.
[ Bruce is sure he hasn't been with anyone who could come like that, since - when? Ever? Like a teenager is not quite right. Even when he was a teenager, messing around, everything was lightning-quick and embarrassing, even if it was immediately repetitive. Lacking this bone-deep satisfaction, the depth of it. ]