[ If Bruce isn't going to say it, Barry will, because his thoughts are running along that same line of debauchery where nothing and no one else matters right now but the man pressed heavy at his back, fucking him hard into the mattress. ]

I'm such a slut — I love it. Love being fucked by you. [ Fingers twist and tug at the sheets, Barry pressing down against his arm, mouth hanging open as he buries his head in the sheets, until he's able to push himself up and throw his head back. Gasping. ] Don't want anyone else's cock but yours.

[ Barry glances back over his shoulder and pushes himself back onto the other man's cock a little harder. A little quicker. Watching the way he makes himself take it with glassy eyes and mouth hanging open. He really does love this. Love how it feels to be fucked and filled with the thickness of Bruce's cock that he's wanted all night and only now is being rewarded for being such a good boy with coming three times already. Bruce's cock is his treat for the night and Barry savors every single second of it.

When Bruce curls over him, Barry moans as he's forced to the mattress and whines at the deep and hard fucking he's given. The words yes, yes, yes — oh fuck yes leave his lips religiously as do slutty little whines, turning his head to try and nuzzle and kiss at Bruce wherever he can. ] Want you to come in my mouth. Want you on my face. I wanna be marked by you. Please.

[ A slutty little request he breathes back at Bruce, feeling his own orgasm about to hit him for the fourth time tonight. ]

I've been so good — please.