[ As Bruce milks him for everything that he still has in him, Barry rocks those slender hips into that hand, gently fucking it almost with quiet little breaths and sounds. It feels so good to come like this — to have come for a fourth time in the span of a couple hours or so and the fact that it's with Bruce just makes it all the better to him. Makes it all the more sweeter.
Feeling the other man at his back like he is, Barry can't help but lean into him, feeling as if he might collapse from being sexually exhausted if he doesn't. Spent and in such a good way, he drops a hand down to stroke over his own cock and lets fingers get sticky with cum before he brings them up and presses them to Bruce's lips there at his neck, humming as he does. ]
I came so good for you.
[ Tired smile on his lips, he hums a little more to himself, swallowing as he rubs himself back against the other man, feeling the way that cock twitches inside him almost.
Reaching back, fingers card through Bruce's hair, Barry holding the back of the other man's head. With an almost delirious hum, he tilts his head back just enough to brush lips over Bruce's temple. ]
I wanna feel you come. I wanna taste you. Bruce.
[ The name is nothing more than a whisper against the man's skin, Barry scratching his fingers against the back of Bruce's head before he nuzzles him with nothing but pure adoration and affection for him. ]
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Feeling the other man at his back like he is, Barry can't help but lean into him, feeling as if he might collapse from being sexually exhausted if he doesn't. Spent and in such a good way, he drops a hand down to stroke over his own cock and lets fingers get sticky with cum before he brings them up and presses them to Bruce's lips there at his neck, humming as he does. ]
I came so good for you.
[ Tired smile on his lips, he hums a little more to himself, swallowing as he rubs himself back against the other man, feeling the way that cock twitches inside him almost.
Reaching back, fingers card through Bruce's hair, Barry holding the back of the other man's head. With an almost delirious hum, he tilts his head back just enough to brush lips over Bruce's temple. ]
I wanna feel you come. I wanna taste you. Bruce.
[ The name is nothing more than a whisper against the man's skin, Barry scratching his fingers against the back of Bruce's head before he nuzzles him with nothing but pure adoration and affection for him. ]