[ Hours ago he'd have stopped at that cry, the desperate No, but right now he takes it as a compliment over how badly Barry wants to get off. It just twists inside of him, tighter, hotter, makes him push him down more, hand against the younger man's, full weight pressing against - in - his body. ]
Now you want to touch yourself?
[ His voice is quiet, a soft counter to strained whining. Gentle and coaxing. I thought you were refusing to. He hitches his hips up, giving him a short, rough jolt, watching his cock bounce from the wave of it. Digging into his ass as if it were actually possible to get deeper; his own hard length practically painful for how much he wants to come, too, but completely transfixed by Barry despite it.
Bruce eases up his grip on Barry's hand, but doesn't pull it away. ]
Or do you want me to do it?
[ He drags his cock back, almost completely out, pushes in again. Hoists Barry's knee back higher, folding him, feeling his cock pressed against his abs. ]
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Now you want to touch yourself?
[ His voice is quiet, a soft counter to strained whining. Gentle and coaxing. I thought you were refusing to. He hitches his hips up, giving him a short, rough jolt, watching his cock bounce from the wave of it. Digging into his ass as if it were actually possible to get deeper; his own hard length practically painful for how much he wants to come, too, but completely transfixed by Barry despite it.
Bruce eases up his grip on Barry's hand, but doesn't pull it away. ]
Or do you want me to do it?
[ He drags his cock back, almost completely out, pushes in again. Hoists Barry's knee back higher, folding him, feeling his cock pressed against his abs. ]