[ That fact that Bruce admits to wanting his mouth again gets Barry to practically purr against those fingers in his mouth because he will, absolutely with no hesitation, suck him off again if it's what the other man wants. Having Bruce's cock in his mouth — having it hit the back of his throat with those long strokes he'd fed him before... it'd been a turn on for him — something he'd enjoyed a lot more than he has in his thoughts; nothing beats The Real Deal. Or Real Cock in this case.
When he's shifted and hauled about, he lets himself be, a pleased little hum on his lips when he comes to more or less settle there on the other man's lap. Bruce's strength is not a thing Barry's ever doubted and there's a hotness to the thought that he could pin him and toss him around however he wants, Barry becoming nothing more than a tangle of limbs and whimpers and cries for more.
Arms winding around the other man's neck, he leans in close and lets eyes fall shut with another pleased little hum, nuzzling at Bruce's forehead as those fingers touch and tease him from behind. ]
I heal quick. [ He brushes the words against Bruce's lips, smiling a little playfully before he kisses him slow. ] But is that lucky for me or lucky for you?
[ Huffing a soft laugh, he lets lips brush a kiss over Bruce's forehead as he tilts his head back some, shifting a little there on his lap in the position they're in. Nosing at him, he cradles the side of Bruce's face with a hand, leaning in close as he drops his other down to stroke over the man's cock with his fingers. ]
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When he's shifted and hauled about, he lets himself be, a pleased little hum on his lips when he comes to more or less settle there on the other man's lap. Bruce's strength is not a thing Barry's ever doubted and there's a hotness to the thought that he could pin him and toss him around however he wants, Barry becoming nothing more than a tangle of limbs and whimpers and cries for more.
Arms winding around the other man's neck, he leans in close and lets eyes fall shut with another pleased little hum, nuzzling at Bruce's forehead as those fingers touch and tease him from behind. ]
I heal quick. [ He brushes the words against Bruce's lips, smiling a little playfully before he kisses him slow. ] But is that lucky for me or lucky for you?
[ Huffing a soft laugh, he lets lips brush a kiss over Bruce's forehead as he tilts his head back some, shifting a little there on his lap in the position they're in. Nosing at him, he cradles the side of Bruce's face with a hand, leaning in close as he drops his other down to stroke over the man's cock with his fingers. ]
How does Bruce Wayne like to fuck?