[ Fingers lace together a little tighter there as arms stretch behind Bruce's neck, Barry nosing at the other man with a playfully warm smile there on his lips. Still on his lap. Still in that bathrobe of his. Still with it half open at the top there. ]
What if it's you who'll get sick of me?
[ Raising his brows, he gives a bit of a shift in Bruce's lap there, licking over his lips as he does, gaze dropping to his chest. ]
Get sick of some guy who wants to hang around you... wants to crawl in bed with you.
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And what if I never get sick of you?
[ Fingers lace together a little tighter there as arms stretch behind Bruce's neck, Barry nosing at the other man with a playfully warm smile there on his lips. Still on his lap. Still in that bathrobe of his. Still with it half open at the top there. ]
What if it's you who'll get sick of me?
[ Raising his brows, he gives a bit of a shift in Bruce's lap there, licking over his lips as he does, gaze dropping to his chest. ]
Get sick of some guy who wants to hang around you... wants to crawl in bed with you.