[ The softest mmhm is given in reply to Bruce's words and he kisses over that thumb at his lips. Slow. Lazy. Barely a whisper of a sigh on his lips, one that tells of the blissed out state he's currently in before eyes flutter a few times and he comes to push himself into his elbows, lips still there against that thumb. ]

What about you?

[ Another blink, he pushes himself up with a hum, sitting up there with Bruce and slips a hand between their bodies to let fingers curl around the man's own neglected cock. Stroking him. Nice and slow. ]

What do you need? [ A beat, his eyes grow a little dark in their desire, as if that fourth(?) wind has suddenly caught up. ] What part of me do you need? My mouth maybe?

[ As he asks — suggests, he takes the tips of Bruce's fingers into his mouth and begins to suck on them. Slow. Lewd. Never taking those brown eyes of his off the other man as he does. Sucking them in a way he'd suck — he has sucked something else of his and much like before on the couch, he still shows how eager he is to do it. How much he enjoys it, even with his lazy way of doing it.

He withdraws those fingers a couple seconds later, even after he's sucked on them to the knuckle, and in doing so, he lets them go with a messy wet pop, smiling as he does. ]

But you've already had my mouth. [ Words soft, he continues to stroke over that cock with his fingers, never looking away from him. ] Already watched me swallow your cum.