[ Barry wants to laugh at being called out like that but finds he can't. Not when those hands are all over him as they are, palming at his ass in a way that gets his hips to raise almost eagerly. So maybe he does watch a bit of porn, so what? None of it's real like this right here. Like Bruce and his touching him in ways that make him sigh in bliss.
Bruce goes and asks that — teases him — but Barry can't even bring himself to reply. Not with the way his breath hitches and his cheeks flush. The way he swallows thickly after and eyes fall shut as fingers cling tight to the sheets beneath him. He feels like Bruce gets off on this in some way. In driving him crazy, in seeing what sorts of sounds and faces he can get him to make with his touch and words alone and Barry always gives him something to drink up, to commit to memory, to savor in these moments they've shared together tonight.
When he does find words, it's with a strangled little whine caught there in the back of his throat. ] You make me come a fourth time without having your dick in me and I'm going to smack you for being the biggest tease on the planet after I'm done reeling from it.
[ Just saying but also he loves it, too. Loves how Bruce has managed to make him come three times already tonight. He isn't so sure how quick he can bounce back after this fourth round, at least not without shoveling a truck load of food into his mouth after. Energy depleted = needing more food. That's the life of this particular snackhole. But it also might be nice to just lay there after it all with the other man. Soak up what he can while he can until he finally passes out and then "tomorrow" comes for them.
But when Bruce goes and rubs his cock over his ass like he does, Barry's breath catches and fingers tug at the sheets beneath him. He's teased, of course, but the look on his face is one of pure desire - an undeniable need and want for this man as he stares off across the room, swallowing down the little moan he can feel on his lips. Letting eyes fall shut, he breathes, shifting some back against Bruce. ]
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Bruce goes and asks that — teases him — but Barry can't even bring himself to reply. Not with the way his breath hitches and his cheeks flush. The way he swallows thickly after and eyes fall shut as fingers cling tight to the sheets beneath him. He feels like Bruce gets off on this in some way. In driving him crazy, in seeing what sorts of sounds and faces he can get him to make with his touch and words alone and Barry always gives him something to drink up, to commit to memory, to savor in these moments they've shared together tonight.
When he does find words, it's with a strangled little whine caught there in the back of his throat. ] You make me come a fourth time without having your dick in me and I'm going to smack you for being the biggest tease on the planet after I'm done reeling from it.
[ Just saying but also he loves it, too. Loves how Bruce has managed to make him come three times already tonight. He isn't so sure how quick he can bounce back after this fourth round, at least not without shoveling a truck load of food into his mouth after. Energy depleted = needing more food. That's the life of this particular snackhole. But it also might be nice to just lay there after it all with the other man. Soak up what he can while he can until he finally passes out and then "tomorrow" comes for them.
But when Bruce goes and rubs his cock over his ass like he does, Barry's breath catches and fingers tug at the sheets beneath him. He's teased, of course, but the look on his face is one of pure desire - an undeniable need and want for this man as he stares off across the room, swallowing down the little moan he can feel on his lips. Letting eyes fall shut, he breathes, shifting some back against Bruce. ]