[ Bruce grunts, hips jerking up when Barry takes him in hand. He reins it in, exhaling slowly, and looks up to stare at the younger man flatly. You little brat. He screws his fingers in deeper, presses right up against the spot inside of him. ]
If you get me off too soon, [ he points out, ] you're only giving yourself a harder time.
[ Harder. Is that a pun? Not really. His brain is slightly scrambled, having been simmering somewhere near a maybe-edge when Barry sucked him, and now this. His hand feels good, because everything about him feels good, and he wants to hitch up into it and really get it going. But he doesn't, because they're in some kind of standoff now, for some reason. His other shoe is off. Socks now. Rocking his hand into the slick clench of him, fingers stretching, rubbing. He holds his ass firmly with his other hand, squeezing it, pulling him down into his fingers.
Slightly breathless, ] Looks uncomfortable.
[ Barry's cock, hard and leaking, suspended there between them. ]
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If you get me off too soon, [ he points out, ] you're only giving yourself a harder time.
[ Harder. Is that a pun? Not really. His brain is slightly scrambled, having been simmering somewhere near a maybe-edge when Barry sucked him, and now this. His hand feels good, because everything about him feels good, and he wants to hitch up into it and really get it going. But he doesn't, because they're in some kind of standoff now, for some reason. His other shoe is off. Socks now. Rocking his hand into the slick clench of him, fingers stretching, rubbing. He holds his ass firmly with his other hand, squeezing it, pulling him down into his fingers.
Slightly breathless, ] Looks uncomfortable.
[ Barry's cock, hard and leaking, suspended there between them. ]