[ Bruce takes it slow, grateful for the fractionally dampened sensation of the condom. What a great way to embarrass himself after all this, if he went off early. RIP. But no, he's fine; much better than fine, the incremental deepening rolls of his hips wrapping him in better and warmer pleasure. Superslick lubrication and dedicated preperation do their jobs, and he trusts Barry to actually tell him if something hurts. ]
Fuck, [ is a lush sigh. ] You feel.
[ Perfect, really.
He rubs Barry's tailbone soothingly, and helps keep him up, the hand still at one hip clenching tighter in a tell about how much Bruce is feeling it, too. The desire to let loose and fuck into him without restrain is there, animal instinct lurking in him. He gives him more, as asked, sliding in deep, deeper, but not holding there. Drawing back, then in again. After a few thrusts he pauses with his cock buried there, letting Barry feel it, stretched and full. He doesn't try and force his whole length in and risk hurting him, the weight of his balls only just barely brushing his ass. He flexes his hands on him, restless. He's so hot, and sweet. Bruce knows he's pressing heavy and hard past all those nerve endings, rubbing over the gland tucked away at the base of his cock, stretching his muscles in an aching burn.
Experimentally, he rocks his hips in short circles, still stuffed in deep. Keeping careful attention on Barry's reactions even as he feels sweat drip down his chest. ]
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Fuck, [ is a lush sigh. ] You feel.
[ Perfect, really.
He rubs Barry's tailbone soothingly, and helps keep him up, the hand still at one hip clenching tighter in a tell about how much Bruce is feeling it, too. The desire to let loose and fuck into him without restrain is there, animal instinct lurking in him. He gives him more, as asked, sliding in deep, deeper, but not holding there. Drawing back, then in again. After a few thrusts he pauses with his cock buried there, letting Barry feel it, stretched and full. He doesn't try and force his whole length in and risk hurting him, the weight of his balls only just barely brushing his ass. He flexes his hands on him, restless. He's so hot, and sweet. Bruce knows he's pressing heavy and hard past all those nerve endings, rubbing over the gland tucked away at the base of his cock, stretching his muscles in an aching burn.
Experimentally, he rocks his hips in short circles, still stuffed in deep. Keeping careful attention on Barry's reactions even as he feels sweat drip down his chest. ]