[ The thought of making a quick stop here in Gotham when Bruce feels the need to get his dick wet stirs a whole lot of filthy little feels inside the speedster and he moans like a good boy against that mouth as he's continuously rocked into, still waiting for Bruce to give in to his own pleasure he masochistically denies himself he's noticed. ]

Want you to make a mess of me, yeah. [ Stretching his head back a little, he cards fingers through that greying hair of Bruce's, holding to the back of his head as he meets those rocks he's given. ] Want to keep taking your cock like this. Fucking me so good — making me come so much.

[ No one else has left him a trembling, sweaty, cum-filled mess like Bruce has and he's already addicted to it — addicted to the way Bruce fucks him and makes him feel so good. It's a hundred times better than anything he's ever done to himself and he never wants it to stop... but he also wants Bruce to fill him up like a good boy. ]

Gonna lick you clean after you do. Make sure I get every last drop for myself.