[ Being fucked like there's no other point in being alive is something Barry can absolutely get behind and if Bruce was ever up for it, he's sure he could just stay in his bed for the entire day and little to nothing else but fuck and be fucked. Of course, Bruce lacks the quick recovery time Barry is in possession of, but. Doesn't mean he wouldn't find other ways to amuse himself.
Still, for now, this is good. This is really fucking good.
Barry's a little lost in the adrenaline that courses through his veins at the moment — at the way Bruce so thoroughly fucks him as if he's meant for this. Meant to be a slutty little mess of sweat and sounds to please and stroke Bruce's ego in every sexual way possible.
But when Bruce tells him to come — when he lets him know that he wants him to, Barry finds his breath catching in the back of his throat as he moves against the other man the best he can, face flushed with sweat clinging to his temples and forehead.
He tries to say something — he really does, but words are lost to him as he feels his orgasm right there, so close, and with Bruce telling him he can come, he gives in to what the other man asks of him and falls apart beneath him. He's a beautiful mess — a vibrating mess of cum and sweat and slutty little sounds as he paints his stomach with thick ropes of cum, unabashed by how loud he is through it all, showing Bruce just how much he loves to be fucked and bred and made to take his cock like the good boy that he is. Like the good boy he wants to be for him. Like the good boy he hopes to be in taking every last drop he's forced to take when Bruce himself finally unravels inside him. ]
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Still, for now, this is good. This is really fucking good.
Barry's a little lost in the adrenaline that courses through his veins at the moment — at the way Bruce so thoroughly fucks him as if he's meant for this. Meant to be a slutty little mess of sweat and sounds to please and stroke Bruce's ego in every sexual way possible.
But when Bruce tells him to come — when he lets him know that he wants him to, Barry finds his breath catching in the back of his throat as he moves against the other man the best he can, face flushed with sweat clinging to his temples and forehead.
He tries to say something — he really does, but words are lost to him as he feels his orgasm right there, so close, and with Bruce telling him he can come, he gives in to what the other man asks of him and falls apart beneath him. He's a beautiful mess — a vibrating mess of cum and sweat and slutty little sounds as he paints his stomach with thick ropes of cum, unabashed by how loud he is through it all, showing Bruce just how much he loves to be fucked and bred and made to take his cock like the good boy that he is. Like the good boy he wants to be for him. Like the good boy he hopes to be in taking every last drop he's forced to take when Bruce himself finally unravels inside him. ]