[ When Barry takes him in and holds there like that, Bruce grabs his hips, hard, clenching there, groaning something strangled. The brief concern that sparks in him about the younger man hurting himself is immediately burned away when he starts talking. Jesus fuck.
He can't—
So he doesn't. Bruce moves, rocking up into those desperate rocks down. Holding Barry and pulling him onto his cock, helping him move back up, not letting him get too far away. He can feel the younger man's cock against his abdomen, like an iron brand. He wants to watch him come, feel it make a mess everywhere. In his mind's eye he sees himself taking it in hand and stroking him until he finishes, but like the thought of holding still, he discards that, too.
A quick movement to flip them over and pin Barry on his back, still buried deep inside of him, like there's nowhere else for his cock to be. He pushes one of his legs up, knee by his head, the other free, and fucks into him, hard. Harder. Kisses him with breathless, messy kisses, curled over him, caging him in.
(Where the fuck did you learn to talk like that.)
He doesn't say anything. With one hand occupied at the back of his knee, he moves the other - not to his straining dick, not yet, but to the side of his face. Tender in stark contrast. Just for a moment. ]
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He can't—
So he doesn't. Bruce moves, rocking up into those desperate rocks down. Holding Barry and pulling him onto his cock, helping him move back up, not letting him get too far away. He can feel the younger man's cock against his abdomen, like an iron brand. He wants to watch him come, feel it make a mess everywhere. In his mind's eye he sees himself taking it in hand and stroking him until he finishes, but like the thought of holding still, he discards that, too.
A quick movement to flip them over and pin Barry on his back, still buried deep inside of him, like there's nowhere else for his cock to be. He pushes one of his legs up, knee by his head, the other free, and fucks into him, hard. Harder. Kisses him with breathless, messy kisses, curled over him, caging him in.
(Where the fuck did you learn to talk like that.)
He doesn't say anything. With one hand occupied at the back of his knee, he moves the other - not to his straining dick, not yet, but to the side of his face. Tender in stark contrast. Just for a moment. ]