[ That last kiss (for now) is sweet and tender in ways Barry craves deep down. Bruce has managed to give him so many things in the span of the hours they've spent together tonight that it's a little surreal to think it's all happened in the first place. How a sort of misfire text he hadn't really meant to send Bruce but also did at the same time had led to the man coming to check on him in his car, take him out for food, listen to the weight he's been carrying on his shoulders in secret now, endure an awkward confession in how a particular speeds feels about him, and end up making that same speedster come soon to be four times in the course of a night together. It's surreal, isn't it? Yet Barry wouldn't give a single second of it up for anything; he doesn't want to forget any of this.
The advice to breathe slow is shown to be heard with a gentle nod of his head, but when he feels the nudge of that cock at his hole, he seemingly forgets for a moment and his breath hitches with a gasp.
Fingers twist in the sheets beneath him, Barry's face scrunching up before eyes fall shut and his head falls between his shoulders. Feeling the way he stretches around that cock as it sinks itself into him... it's big and it's thick and it almost feels as if he can't take it all. But he breathes — slow — a strangled little whine spilling from his lips as he sinks teeth into his bottom lip and lets himself be filled. Lets Bruce slide into him with those shallow rocks of his hips. For a moment, one arm gives out a little and Barry moans, pressing his face into his bicep, righting himself after a couple seconds. ]
More. [ He breathes then, eyes fluttering open, mouth dry as he swallows. ] Want more of you. Please.
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The advice to breathe slow is shown to be heard with a gentle nod of his head, but when he feels the nudge of that cock at his hole, he seemingly forgets for a moment and his breath hitches with a gasp.
Fingers twist in the sheets beneath him, Barry's face scrunching up before eyes fall shut and his head falls between his shoulders. Feeling the way he stretches around that cock as it sinks itself into him... it's big and it's thick and it almost feels as if he can't take it all. But he breathes — slow — a strangled little whine spilling from his lips as he sinks teeth into his bottom lip and lets himself be filled. Lets Bruce slide into him with those shallow rocks of his hips. For a moment, one arm gives out a little and Barry moans, pressing his face into his bicep, righting himself after a couple seconds. ]
More. [ He breathes then, eyes fluttering open, mouth dry as he swallows. ] Want more of you. Please.