[ The gasp that leaves his lips when Bruce sinks his teeth into his flushed skin — fucking hell, this man. This man that's taken his virginity in such a rough and possessive way that has Barry feeling almost positive he's ruined for anyone else after this. Not because of some purity thing. But because how can anyone compare to Bruce and the way he mindlessly fucks him like this? It's too good, too filthy, too much of Bruce exerting want and need for Barry just as he'd done when he'd recruited him for the Justice League. Even now, the threads of his loyalty to this man grow tighter as he's fucked, Bruce just having that sort of effect on him.
Fingers curl around Bruce's wrist — needing to just touch him in some way — gripping tight as he continues to moan for him. That's when he suddenly finds himself hauled off the mattress and onto his knees, head spinning in a hazy blur of blissed out confusion. At first, he thinks Bruce is about to pull out and there's a sound of heavy protest there on his lips at the thought. But when he feels that arm stretch across his chest and that hand begin to pump his cock, he relaxes — leans back into the other man, breath hitching at the new position with a face flushed and sweaty.
Then... those words.
Despite the filth that's spilled from his mouth, there's something about seeing the faint blur of his reflection in the windows that makes him feel shy. A sexual dreaminess to the way his reflection looks with Bruce behind him there, fucking him with sharp snaps of his hips, Barry still holds tight to the other man's wrist with his fingers, and he swallows down a whimper as he hangs his head, barely watching the way Bruce pumps his cock with his hand. ]
I'm gonna come for you... just you. I wanna come for you.
[ Words he barely manages to string together as he knocks his head back and rolls his against Bruce's, eyes shut, lips parted, panting. A mess ready to unravel within this man's embrace. Which he does. With breaths becoming more quick, more shallow, and blunt nails digging into the skin at Bruce's wrist, he shudders as he tries to bite back the sounds bubbling to his lips, but fails, letting them out with a violent trembling of his body. He's been pretty good thus far at not being too loud in the three times he's come already, but this fourth time... he can't. It all comes out in a heady cry, head tilted back there against Bruce's shoulder as his fourth orgasm of the night hits him and it's the hardest of them all. Thick ropes of cum spurt from the head of his cock, coating Bruce's fingers and spilling to the sheets beneath them. Barry a vibrating mess against the man's chest as his eyes snap open then and he stares up to the ceiling in his bliss, unable to speak, unable to think, his mind a blank mess of nothing. All he can do is come and gasp and hold tight to Bruce's wrist for some sort of support through it all. ]
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Fingers curl around Bruce's wrist — needing to just touch him in some way — gripping tight as he continues to moan for him. That's when he suddenly finds himself hauled off the mattress and onto his knees, head spinning in a hazy blur of blissed out confusion. At first, he thinks Bruce is about to pull out and there's a sound of heavy protest there on his lips at the thought. But when he feels that arm stretch across his chest and that hand begin to pump his cock, he relaxes — leans back into the other man, breath hitching at the new position with a face flushed and sweaty.
Then... those words.
Despite the filth that's spilled from his mouth, there's something about seeing the faint blur of his reflection in the windows that makes him feel shy. A sexual dreaminess to the way his reflection looks with Bruce behind him there, fucking him with sharp snaps of his hips, Barry still holds tight to the other man's wrist with his fingers, and he swallows down a whimper as he hangs his head, barely watching the way Bruce pumps his cock with his hand. ]
I'm gonna come for you... just you. I wanna come for you.
[ Words he barely manages to string together as he knocks his head back and rolls his against Bruce's, eyes shut, lips parted, panting. A mess ready to unravel within this man's embrace. Which he does. With breaths becoming more quick, more shallow, and blunt nails digging into the skin at Bruce's wrist, he shudders as he tries to bite back the sounds bubbling to his lips, but fails, letting them out with a violent trembling of his body. He's been pretty good thus far at not being too loud in the three times he's come already, but this fourth time... he can't. It all comes out in a heady cry, head tilted back there against Bruce's shoulder as his fourth orgasm of the night hits him and it's the hardest of them all. Thick ropes of cum spurt from the head of his cock, coating Bruce's fingers and spilling to the sheets beneath them. Barry a vibrating mess against the man's chest as his eyes snap open then and he stares up to the ceiling in his bliss, unable to speak, unable to think, his mind a blank mess of nothing. All he can do is come and gasp and hold tight to Bruce's wrist for some sort of support through it all. ]