[ Assuming slowed sort of speed still means speed force to some extent, and not a pudding-time pantomime—

Bruce goes with it because there's no other option, and because rolling like this is a hell of a lot easier (and more fun) than tumbling out of the way of gunfire or an explosion. He looks up at Barry, rolls his shoulders, flexes his arms against the younger man's grip, but doesn't try to break it. Just getting comfortable, as it were, though the expression on his face is all playful challenge. With only the tiniest bit of edge. ]

Yes. [ Well. He raises one knee, not enough to unseat Barry, just to give him some encouragement, top of his thigh pressing into the speedster's ass. ] I want to see you on my cock, deciding just how fast you want it, I want to watch your face when you lose it. Want to see if you can come just from that, without either of us touching you. Bet you'll feel like you're choking on it, in this position. Gravity pulling you all the way down.

[ Getting hard beneath him. It's easy, with someone like Barry, basically naked on his lap. Bruce hitches his hips up, teasing them both. ]