[ Perhaps a little more on the unintentional side, Barry finds himself slowly rocking there on Bruce's lap as they stay together like that. Fingers stroking that thick cock he's already had a taste for, nose gently brushing at the man's or sometimes his cheek, lips coaxing Bruce's for another slow kiss. Despite the filth in both thoughts and words, it all feels a little more sensual for the moment, as if the calm before the possibly inevitable Fuck Storm that might very well happen here in this bed.

But he likes it — he likes the slow and sensual way this feels between them just as much as he enjoys having that cock in his welcoming mouth or those fingers stretching his eager hole. He likes Bruce. Whatever version of that man he may be right now. Right here. With him. ]

Mm... back. [ Lazily, he hums, brushing open-mouthed kisses slowly over the man's jaw as he keeps on stroking him, eyes rolling back in his head at the way Bruce practically fingers him again. ] I'd rather be on my knees for you.

[ Despite the cocky little smile he wears on his lips, he softens some at the other man and kisses him. Slow. Sweet. Fingers massaging the head of that cock they play with. ]

You know you'd be my first time like that, right? [ He confesses then, more openly at least. ] I don't know if that's... some sort of pressure for you, but. [ He shrugs, draping his other arm around the man's shoulder. ] I trust you. Always have.