Especially considering how much it's doing for him. Bruce isn't used to hearing much chatter during sex that doesn't skew towards demoralizing or goading. Wild, this sleeping with nice people thing. Maybe he needs to re-evaluate his type of preferred partner.
He meets Barry's messy kisses, bordering on mindless as he fucks him, rutting artlessly as he's pinned between him and the bed. Coordination seems like a too-far goal for a long moment, in which his only response is a groan that borders on a growl. Maybe he'll deny that, and just keep Barry here, immobile, and simply take.
Too much control for that, even if it's hanging on by a thread. Bruce sinks his teeth into Barry's shoulder as he slows down, just a rolling, deep grind for a moment before he stills entirely to push up on his knees, hauling Barry with him. It's a flipped mirror of how he'd held him before they started, except now the younger man is speared on his cock, his back pressed to Bruce's chest, suddenly upright. One strong arm holds him across his chest to get him in place without risk of sending either of them toppling over, the other moving to let him take Barry's cock in his hand. ]
You have to come first, [ Bruce tells him, low and dark against his ear. ] I want to feel you come on my cock, get so tight, fall apart. Look.
[ In the greyish morning light, fog from the lake surrounding them, a faint reflection is sketched into the windows. Bruce strokes his cock, snaps his hips up. And again. ]
no subject
is not the right thing to say.
Especially considering how much it's doing for him. Bruce isn't used to hearing much chatter during sex that doesn't skew towards demoralizing or goading. Wild, this sleeping with nice people thing. Maybe he needs to re-evaluate his type of preferred partner.
He meets Barry's messy kisses, bordering on mindless as he fucks him, rutting artlessly as he's pinned between him and the bed. Coordination seems like a too-far goal for a long moment, in which his only response is a groan that borders on a growl. Maybe he'll deny that, and just keep Barry here, immobile, and simply take.
Too much control for that, even if it's hanging on by a thread. Bruce sinks his teeth into Barry's shoulder as he slows down, just a rolling, deep grind for a moment before he stills entirely to push up on his knees, hauling Barry with him. It's a flipped mirror of how he'd held him before they started, except now the younger man is speared on his cock, his back pressed to Bruce's chest, suddenly upright. One strong arm holds him across his chest to get him in place without risk of sending either of them toppling over, the other moving to let him take Barry's cock in his hand. ]
You have to come first, [ Bruce tells him, low and dark against his ear. ] I want to feel you come on my cock, get so tight, fall apart. Look.
[ In the greyish morning light, fog from the lake surrounding them, a faint reflection is sketched into the windows. Bruce strokes his cock, snaps his hips up. And again. ]