[ He's got a shirt on, a black long-sleeved thing, dully overpriced. But there's no fake persona slouch to his posture, and the solid muscle is unmistakable beneath Barry's hands. He could stand to eat a pie or something. Bruce laces his fingers through Barry's, returning the hold, pulling their hands up and balancing him on his lap, knees spreading a little wider to stabilize his perch. The chair just about accommodates it. ]
You like being on your hands and knees, huh, [ he observes, his tone deceptively casual for how closely he's watching him. Keyed in differently now, committing to sexuality without so much coyness. ] You must be getting yourself really deep when you do that alone.
[ Accusing him of being into porn and being a dildo size queen, yes. But there's nothing that seems judgemental. Just talking about is coaxing simmering arousal up, and it's fun, besides. He jiggles one knee, playfully seeing how well Barry can stay balanced there on his lap while he's got his hands pushed out. ]
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You like being on your hands and knees, huh, [ he observes, his tone deceptively casual for how closely he's watching him. Keyed in differently now, committing to sexuality without so much coyness. ] You must be getting yourself really deep when you do that alone.
[ Accusing him of being into porn and being a dildo size queen, yes. But there's nothing that seems judgemental. Just talking about is coaxing simmering arousal up, and it's fun, besides. He jiggles one knee, playfully seeing how well Barry can stay balanced there on his lap while he's got his hands pushed out. ]