[ The feeling of Bruce rubbing his cock and smearing some of his cum across his ass is an intensely hot one that he hopes he'll get to feel again in the future because damn, if that doesn't get him nice and hard.
When he's pulled to his knees, his breath hitches, cheeks flushed and skin tingling with an anticipation of being filled with the man's cock. Wondering just how much he'll be stretched, how tight he'll feel for Bruce, how good it'll be to have the head of that cock hitting his prostrate over and over again instead of curled fingers rubbing at it teasingly. Hoping that he'll be good for Bruce ā not a disappointing fuck ā and that he'll want to do this again sometime. Be it fucking him down into the mattress, getting him off until he can't anymore, or letting him get sucked off as many times as he can go. Barry can't help but hope he'll be enough for any of that again with Bruce, even if they've both said they don't want to forget.
He relaxes his muscles, lets his eyes fall shut and lips to part with a gentle breath when... cursing? He swears he hears Bruce curse and he glances back over his shoulder a little dazed and confused. ]
What'sā [ But before he can even ask, his ass is pinched and he catches sight of what the other man slipped away for. ] Oh.
[ Bruce is careful in more ways than one it seems. Granted, he figures the man has slept with... numerous people in his time, so. He can't blame him. Never mind risk of disease and all that. It's appreciated? That he cares so much. Scratch the image of Bruce coming on his face out of his head though. At least for now. ]
What a gentleman.
[ He teases softly, swaying his hips from side to side nice and slow as he smiles to him over his shoulder. ]
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When he's pulled to his knees, his breath hitches, cheeks flushed and skin tingling with an anticipation of being filled with the man's cock. Wondering just how much he'll be stretched, how tight he'll feel for Bruce, how good it'll be to have the head of that cock hitting his prostrate over and over again instead of curled fingers rubbing at it teasingly. Hoping that he'll be good for Bruce ā not a disappointing fuck ā and that he'll want to do this again sometime. Be it fucking him down into the mattress, getting him off until he can't anymore, or letting him get sucked off as many times as he can go. Barry can't help but hope he'll be enough for any of that again with Bruce, even if they've both said they don't want to forget.
He relaxes his muscles, lets his eyes fall shut and lips to part with a gentle breath when... cursing? He swears he hears Bruce curse and he glances back over his shoulder a little dazed and confused. ]
What'sā [ But before he can even ask, his ass is pinched and he catches sight of what the other man slipped away for. ] Oh.
[ Bruce is careful in more ways than one it seems. Granted, he figures the man has slept with... numerous people in his time, so. He can't blame him. Never mind risk of disease and all that. It's appreciated? That he cares so much. Scratch the image of Bruce coming on his face out of his head though. At least for now. ]
What a gentleman.
[ He teases softly, swaying his hips from side to side nice and slow as he smiles to him over his shoulder. ]