[ Considering the bulk of Bruce's nocturnal activities (how many times has he had a stranger's blood splattered on him/been injected with weird shit/been assaulted in an unfun way? christ), he's definitely been taking preventative drugs since they were in the experimental stages, in no way about to wait for FDA approval, and is just about the safest human slut you can bareback on the planet. But it's Barry's first! time! and even though he's already sucked him off, it's just that—
Crack. Bruce smacks his butt again, this time with just enough force behind it to make that comically loud sound. Skilled enough not to make it hurt, though. ]
You should be in the habit of it. [ Brat. Bruce gives him a flat look that's ruined by how flushed and dishevelled he is, dick peeking up from between his legs, practically attempting to reach the moon it's been so long. ] If you want me to skip it, you can ask next time.
[ This time he's getting railed responsibly.
Sort of.
Bruce gets the condom on and slicks it up, then leans up one last time to coax Barry into a kiss and tug one of the pillows over, just in case the angle ends up too much for him in a few minutes. Back in position, there's little fanfare for how he nudges the head of his cock against him with a purpose. Gentle but firm. ]
Breathe slow, [ he advises, keen observation on any potential flinch or tense, as he pushes in. It feels so good he has to stop for a second, though it's more to reel himself in from the kneejerk desire to immediately back out and savor that initial clench again right on the tip. He gives him a few inches, hands a steady presence on his hips, going until he feels tension and then stops, backing off, giving him shallow, rocking pushes, just loosening him up, letting him get used to it. ]
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Crack. Bruce smacks his butt again, this time with just enough force behind it to make that comically loud sound. Skilled enough not to make it hurt, though. ]
You should be in the habit of it. [ Brat. Bruce gives him a flat look that's ruined by how flushed and dishevelled he is, dick peeking up from between his legs, practically attempting to reach the moon it's been so long. ] If you want me to skip it, you can ask next time.
[ This time he's getting railed responsibly.
Sort of.
Bruce gets the condom on and slicks it up, then leans up one last time to coax Barry into a kiss and tug one of the pillows over, just in case the angle ends up too much for him in a few minutes. Back in position, there's little fanfare for how he nudges the head of his cock against him with a purpose. Gentle but firm. ]
Breathe slow, [ he advises, keen observation on any potential flinch or tense, as he pushes in. It feels so good he has to stop for a second, though it's more to reel himself in from the kneejerk desire to immediately back out and savor that initial clench again right on the tip. He gives him a few inches, hands a steady presence on his hips, going until he feels tension and then stops, backing off, giving him shallow, rocking pushes, just loosening him up, letting him get used to it. ]