[ Bruce just wants to treat Barry respectfully, and that includes not patronizing him; turning it into a big deal could make him uncomfortable, or embarrass him, when it's simply a thing some people do, out of a lot of things people do. But of course he'd rather make it good. As good as possible. So that if someday he regrets it, at least he had a nice time. At least he came over and over, and moaned like this, and whined, and asked for more.
It's easy to excuse bad sex with someone you care for, and then be doubly bitter later when the care bleeds out. This way he gets a souvenir even if (even when, more likely, this is Bruce we're talking here) things go sour. And as aforementioned, Bruce really likes it. He loves this, wringing more out of him, winning those noises, and squirms, and greedy pushes back. ]
That's what's happening, [ he assures him with a low rumble, and rubs circles on his hips before getting a better grip. He snaps his pelvis forward, light, practically bouncing his cock in. A few quick thrusts, then, seeing how Barry takes it. Christ. He just wants to stay buried, he's so tight and hot. Bruce pulls back, careful not to go all the way so the condom doesn't get fucked up, and then in again, a long, full slide, letting him feel the whole length of him all over again, ending on a quick jab, punctuated by the wet sound of flesh meeting. ]
Feel good? [ Bruce pulls at his hips, fucks into him, doesn't pause after that question. Building more, the glide of it getting easier. Still leashed and in control, but on edge. He grunts, head tipped back. Mmnpphhfuck. ]
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It's easy to excuse bad sex with someone you care for, and then be doubly bitter later when the care bleeds out. This way he gets a souvenir even if (even when, more likely, this is Bruce we're talking here) things go sour. And as aforementioned, Bruce really likes it. He loves this, wringing more out of him, winning those noises, and squirms, and greedy pushes back. ]
That's what's happening, [ he assures him with a low rumble, and rubs circles on his hips before getting a better grip. He snaps his pelvis forward, light, practically bouncing his cock in. A few quick thrusts, then, seeing how Barry takes it. Christ. He just wants to stay buried, he's so tight and hot. Bruce pulls back, careful not to go all the way so the condom doesn't get fucked up, and then in again, a long, full slide, letting him feel the whole length of him all over again, ending on a quick jab, punctuated by the wet sound of flesh meeting. ]
Feel good? [ Bruce pulls at his hips, fucks into him, doesn't pause after that question. Building more, the glide of it getting easier. Still leashed and in control, but on edge. He grunts, head tipped back. Mmnpphhfuck. ]