You watch a lot of porn, huh. [ Giving him shit. Where'd you pick up lines like that, Casanova. Bruce runs his hands down Barry's back, pressing in on either side of his spine, pausing at his hips to dig thumbs into the small of his back, rubbing him. When he goes lower to palm at his ass, he has a bright spark of desire to abandon whatever sketched out plans they have and just get his mouth on him, eat him out for the next hour. But he also thinks if he does that he might just die from sexual frustration, so. Next time.
Instead he goes for the lube again, and here we are at round two, with Bruce's wet fingers playing with his hole. He uses his other hand to spread his ass apart and knead it, slide down to stroke at the silky skin beneath, tease what he can reach of his sac. ]
Going to come again?
[ That Barry can without a touch to his cock is something else. Perhaps it was selfish of Bruce to make him do that, but fuck, it was hot. He hopes the sight and sound is burned permanently into his memory. He fucks his fingers deeper, pressing past that gland, only teasing him. Focusing instead on massaging the tight ring of muscle open looser, getting him more wet with lubrication. Intent and purposeful. He pulls his fingers free and leans in, cock pressing into the cleft, rutting against him but not getting the tip anywhere near his asshole. Teasing for them both, he sighs, followed by a low sound, watching his cock rub all over him. When he shifts back he gently smacks one buttcheek and murmurs, ] Looks good like that.
[ More lube. You can never have enough, the first time. His bedsheets will be toast, but it's fine. He's rich. ]
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Instead he goes for the lube again, and here we are at round two, with Bruce's wet fingers playing with his hole. He uses his other hand to spread his ass apart and knead it, slide down to stroke at the silky skin beneath, tease what he can reach of his sac. ]
Going to come again?
[ That Barry can without a touch to his cock is something else. Perhaps it was selfish of Bruce to make him do that, but fuck, it was hot. He hopes the sight and sound is burned permanently into his memory. He fucks his fingers deeper, pressing past that gland, only teasing him. Focusing instead on massaging the tight ring of muscle open looser, getting him more wet with lubrication. Intent and purposeful. He pulls his fingers free and leans in, cock pressing into the cleft, rutting against him but not getting the tip anywhere near his asshole. Teasing for them both, he sighs, followed by a low sound, watching his cock rub all over him. When he shifts back he gently smacks one buttcheek and murmurs, ] Looks good like that.
[ More lube. You can never have enough, the first time. His bedsheets will be toast, but it's fine. He's rich. ]