[ Bruce nips at his mouth, presses in, murmurs, ] What's being good, exactly?

[ He's got his own ideas, though that's not a bad one. Close. We'll see. He gives one asscheek a light slap and then removes his hands so that he can tug his shirt up and over his head, staying in his upright position. Slips a hand back to his cock, playing with him, liking the feel of him, hot and hard. Thumbs over the tip, pressing against the slit. ]

Mm, I thought your speed force healing was a passive ability. [ Teasing lightly. No, he's not going to fuck Barry again with his huge dick on too-little prep no matter how well he took it last night. Maybe if he were someone baseline human, with muscles less prone to quick repair.

Barry did threaten to take charge, so. Maybe he can wheedle his way into making Bruce hurry. And speaking of lewd— Bruce looks down so that he can spit on Barry's cock, playful revolting-pornographic, before he lays back down. Jostles him on his lap a bit before he snags the lubrication and reaches for his ass again. ]

Show me how you like to jack yourself off.