[ Slutty little repeats of yes, yes, yes spill from his lips over and over again every single time Bruce forces him to take that cock and he loves it. He loves being filled and fucked by this man and his cock. He swears he could take it forever and never get tired of it — that he could be such a good fuck for Bruce and let him stick his dick in whatever hole of his he wants. He'd take it. He'd take it and love it and thank him for it with being an eager little mess until he couldn't think anymore and even then, he'd let Bruce keep going if he wanted. That's how much he loves this and needs this. How much he needs this man like this. Thick and hard inside him, stretching him to the point where he's the perfect fit for him.

That touch to his face is met with a brush of wet lips over the heel of his palm, the speedster humming into that hand as lips part and he gasps even louder as he's roughly fed that cock, eyes fluttering open to stare up to the other man with nothing but a glassy desire of his own. ]

Gonna breed me so good. No one else is gonna be able to have me. Just you.

[ Lips tremble against Bruce's as he whines, head tilting back hard against the bed as he starts to feel himself unravel from the inside. Reaching between them, he grasps his own cock in pure desperation of getting himself and shakily pumps himself the best he can as he's rocked into hard and rough and to the point where he can barely think anymore. ]

Tell me I can come — please, I wanna come for you.