[ Jesus fuck. Barry takes it so well. So well that Bruce is tempted in hormone-fuelled delirium to say something like You feel like you were made for this, when logically he knows it's all just the lovely merge of muscle control and desire. He drops down like that and Bruce makes this half-choked sound, snapping his hips forward harder. Still keeping a tight grasp on himself, metaphorically - opposed to the literal tight grasp Barry has his hard cock in - but it's more difficult with every stroke in. It's like he's begging with his whole body, pulling him in for more, harder, more.
(And who doesn't want to hear Your dick is so good? The kind of thing you want to get printed on t-shirts.)
This position isn't the greatest for getting his hand on Barry's cock, at this sort of speed, so it's good that the younger man is taking initiative; though Bruce does have a moment where he thinks about pulling off just to flip him over and do it himself, bizarrely possessive in the midst of fucking. Happens. Moments likes that. Like this, too: ego-saving relief about the condom has already shifted to lizard-brain regret, wanting to fill him with cum, hot and filthy. But, his rational, tactical brain will think later, it's just one new layer of something else to try, if Barry ever wants more. Skin on skin and getting filled up.
(If he ever—
Bruce can hope. Can't he?)
He curls over his back, shifting his knees wider, pressing Barry down into himself and grinding into him, humping him deep and hard while barely pulling back. A heavy fuck that can't be sustained indefinitely, but feels so good while it goes. He's making low, rough sounds on every exhale, and he clutches at one of Barry's biceps, just holding him. ]
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(And who doesn't want to hear Your dick is so good? The kind of thing you want to get printed on t-shirts.)
This position isn't the greatest for getting his hand on Barry's cock, at this sort of speed, so it's good that the younger man is taking initiative; though Bruce does have a moment where he thinks about pulling off just to flip him over and do it himself, bizarrely possessive in the midst of fucking. Happens. Moments likes that. Like this, too: ego-saving relief about the condom has already shifted to lizard-brain regret, wanting to fill him with cum, hot and filthy. But, his rational, tactical brain will think later, it's just one new layer of something else to try, if Barry ever wants more. Skin on skin and getting filled up.
(If he ever—
Bruce can hope. Can't he?)
He curls over his back, shifting his knees wider, pressing Barry down into himself and grinding into him, humping him deep and hard while barely pulling back. A heavy fuck that can't be sustained indefinitely, but feels so good while it goes. He's making low, rough sounds on every exhale, and he clutches at one of Barry's biceps, just holding him. ]