[ Barry looks good sitting astride him like that - so good that it's almost a shame when he shimmies down, even if it is to suck his cock. Bruce skims hands over him as he moves, and rests one on his shoulder, the other lightly on his head. When Barry first gets his mouth on him it almost makes him jump, something electric snapping up his spine. Ridiculous that he can forget how good this feels, seeing how recently they were last doing it, but he really is out of the habit. And there's something different in his bed, in this room, sunlight filtering in. Stitching both parts of his life together.
Via sex. There are worse things. He tightens the hold on the back of his head, but not enough to restrict him. Breathes deep. Fuck. It's good and Barry is good, and he's harder than he thought he'd be, and fast.
The only downside is the position, which restricts his view, some. Sitting up all the way will not do fun things for Barry's neck, but after a short while he props himself up on one elbow, keeping his other hand in his hair. Combing fingers through, resting at the back of his skull. Quieter, his attempts at dirty talk fizzled out in favor of just breathing deep, composure melting away the longer Barry works at him.
A little gravelly, ] Do you want me to come like this?
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Via sex. There are worse things. He tightens the hold on the back of his head, but not enough to restrict him. Breathes deep. Fuck. It's good and Barry is good, and he's harder than he thought he'd be, and fast.
The only downside is the position, which restricts his view, some. Sitting up all the way will not do fun things for Barry's neck, but after a short while he props himself up on one elbow, keeping his other hand in his hair. Combing fingers through, resting at the back of his skull. Quieter, his attempts at dirty talk fizzled out in favor of just breathing deep, composure melting away the longer Barry works at him.
A little gravelly, ] Do you want me to come like this?