Wouldn't it be both? [ Bruce kisses him, light because he's tilted back some to keep them balanced. Barry is surprisingly dense (in terms of matter and muscle,, not,,), but it feels nice. The way his weight bears down on his thighs, making him have to tense in his hips and abdominals. His hand on his cock. He could get off like this, just rubbing Barry against him, playing around.

Then—

He exhales in something like a laugh. ] I don't know if you'd like him.

[ Weird thing to say, maybe? Bruce Wayne is someone he pretends to be. Vapid and boring. How does that man like to fuck. Lazily, letting other people do the work, or selfishly. The only goal being a moment without thought. He's been waiting for a bad reputation for years, but a big dick and billions of dollars go a long way, apparently.

His real self is both more complicated, and less.

He gives Barry's butt a light tap. Playful. He makes sure they're looking at each other, ] We don't have to. Not that you're putting out mixed signals.

[ Still. Just in case. ]

When you fuck yourself, are you laying on your back? [ Another one of those light kisses, sweet in a filthy contrast to what he's asking. He rubs the fingers of one hand in the clef of his ass, finding his hole and petting over it. ] Or do you get on your knees?