[ The careful but familiar way Bruce touches him is a treat to Barry's senses. Every little touch and brush and suck to his skin has him almost shivering beneath the other man and Barry finds that he - never mind his cock - can't seem to get enough of it.
But it's that slight rock of his hips Bruce rolls into him that really sets something within him off and the sound the younger man makes while gripping tight to an arm is needy and wanton in ways that it hasn't exactly been thus far tonight.
With a suddenly flushed face, he breathes, fingers running over the bicep he clutches tight to while he takes a moment to just enjoy that feeling, swallowing thickly, before he rocks himself up against the other man a little. Slow and teasing and curious. ]
I want you, too.
[ Words are shaky as they turn into a moan, Barry tilting his head back some as eyes fall shut and he enjoys having the weight of Bruce against him- of feeling his own cock hard and pressing at him, knowing it's because of him. ]
I want to come a third time because of you and I want you to come, too. Inside, in my mouth, on my face. Just want you to come again. Want it to be with you.
[ The sounds Barry makes are driving him just a little crazy. Bruce sinks his teeth into that place on his throat, steady pressure without sharpness, leaving a hickey. A bit teenager in the back of a theater of him, but Barry can probably regen it easy enough. Hopefully. (Or not?) He rocks more into him, then shifts his weight so that the slight change in posture allows him to rub his cock up against the younger man's, fingers loosening only just enough to press them together, hard against hard.
And what he says. Fuck. ]
Coming again won't be a problem, [ he husks against him. There is no real bat-growl in this universe, courtesy of his spooky synthesizer, but still there's something low and a bit darker-sounding about him when he gets cranked like this.
He moves his hand, leaving them pressed all together but moving lower, stroking beneath his balls, watching his reaction. ] Do you like getting yourself off like this?
[ Asking 'have you been fucked before' feels both rude and obvious, he skitters away from that. Bruce has no actual jitters about who's first time doing what; everyone's on their own schedule. ]
[ There's something about that low, husky growl Bruce has in this heated moment that has Barry turning into a mess of filthy little sounds and if this man had ever wanted him to submit to being his, he would do so in a heartbeat, without a second thought he's that turned on by him.
The way he brushes his cock against his own β how his fingers slip lower and lower until they're practically teasing him there between his legs with that question he has The Nerve to ask him right now when he's so wound up and skin flushed from the way he gets him going again, Barry loves it β needs it β so much that his stammering awkwardness is so swiftly replaced with a more confidant β a more filthy β side of him that seems to come so easy when he sinks into those touches and teasing and husky breaths Bruce gives to him so freely. When his head is full of nothing but wanting Bruce. All his dirty little thoughts just spill out of him. ]
I like thinking of you.
[ Breathing the words, hands reach back over his shoulders and he grips tight at the sheets as he squirms there beneath the man, swallow thickly, face flushed. ]
Of being bent over your desk and taken from behind... blowing you in an elevator and making sure I clan you up with my tongue... riding you in the front or backseat of your car and taking every last drop you give me... wearing a plug for you and only letting you fuck me because you're the only one I want filling me up.
[ Lips parting, he bumps his head against Bruce's and lets lips brush over his... but doesn't kiss him. Instead, he smiles, just barely kissing the top of his lip before he licks over his own, moaning there against his mouth. ]
You're the one I want filling me up.
[ No, sir. I haven't been fucked before but I have many ideas of how I would like to be. ]
Answers a few things. Also washes away any lingering reservations in a wave of arousal, and Bruce's hand stills as he takes it in. He kisses him, pushing in hard with it, scrape of teeth, tongue fucking into his mouth in a blatant mime of fucking him with something else. He keeps kissing him while he gets more lube on his fingers, and comes back to begin to press and tease at his hole. Shifting his weight enough so that there's room to do it without snapping his wrist. ]
A lot of mileage happening in your imagination, [ he says, mouth brushing against Barry's as he speaks, continuing to play with him with thick fingers. ] Wonder if you could really cover it.
[ Stamina, sure. Wearing a plug outside the bedroom is not beginner kink. But Barry probably doesn't expect to be pulled into handcuffs right now. (Or does he. There were those comments. Hours ago. A lifetime ago. I don't think we're at Dairy Queen anymore, Toto.) ]
You sound... really beautiful, Barry.
[ Unfortunately he only has sincere compliments. What a dork. Too many years (fuck, decades) putting on a fake act, everything left in between one mask or the other is strange and stilted and too-revealing in its awkward honesty. Pressing in, ghosting a kiss to the side of his mouth, as he rubs over his prostate. ]
As much as he loves the weight of Bruce against him and the tongue fucking he's been given with kisses pressed wherever Bruce so desires them to be pressed, it's the way those fingers stroke him from the inside that really get to him and the sound Barry makes for the other man is loud and unabashed and maybe even a little slutty. But it's fine, it doesn't matter. What does is the way those fingers make his body shake with pleasure, practically vibrating against both the bed and the other man as he knocks his head back and heels dig tight into the mattress.
For a moment, his mind blanks β a white landscape of nothing but trembling pleasure at the way Bruce plays with him with those fingers of his. It's only after a handful of seconds that he strings together the words Bruce has said to him and he moans, at first, in reply to them. ]
You're beautiful... [ He breathes the words through a shaky breath, turning his head to try and steal a kiss from the other man. ] ...I wanna come for you so many times.
[ Fingers of one hand come to card through Bruce's hair at the side, lips buzzing with hums against his cheek before he moans again, head falling back to the pillows. Eyes glassy, lips parted, hips rocking against that hand to feel more of those fingers. He grips at a shoulder with his other hand before he finally makes himself look to Bruce there from beneath him. ]
Do you wanna fuck me? Do you wanna see how good I am at taking you?
[ Barry's responsiveness just makes Bruce want to see more of it. He fucks him with his fingers, doing more just to pleasure him than prepare for anything, purely to watch and listen, soak up the way he shivers and moans. Barry rocks his hips up and Bruce curls his touch into it, gaze fixed on his face, memorizing exactly where, how much, how deep. ]
I do, and I will. [ A rough promise, looking at him. Bruce presses a light kiss to Barry's mouth and then shifts up a little onto his knees, a degree of extra leverage. He grabs the younger man's hip with his other hand and pulls at him, encouraging him to rock up onto his fingers more. There's an edge of an order in his low voice: ] I want you to come like this. On my fingers. Show me.
[ Pressing in more, rubbing fingertips in what he knows will be maddening. Barry's practically been vibrating against him and he's fascinated. It's so uniquely him, and surreal, and everything being beyond human experience makes sense, in his crazy fucking lifeβ
It's also extremely hot. His own cock is hard enough to be leaking, brushing against the inside of Barry's thigh. ]
[ There's something so incredibly hot about that rough edge of an order to Bruce's voice as he fucks him with those fingers and Barry finds himself almost saying yes, sir before his mind just goes and blanks on him. The most he gets out is a weak little yes, but even that dies on the sharp gasp leaving his lips.
Barry tips his head back as another shaky gasp leaves him, eyes squeezed shut while hips rock harder against that hand. That fucking amazing hand with those fucking amazing fingers that are touching and fucking him in ways no one else ever has and Barry swears it's the hottest thing he's ever felt β that Bruce is the hottest person ever. ]
Iβ wanna come. I wanna come so bad. Please.
[ Heels dig hard into the mattress around the other man and Barry keeps fucking himself on those fingers as asked β as told β sharp little breaths and gasps spilling from lips more quickly as sweat rolls down the back of his neck, along the curve of his tailbone. He's close β he's really fucking close and he can't believe he's going to come from Bruce's fingers alone.
Despite his slightly lean figure, the muscles across his arms pull tight as he grips at the sheets around him, eyes still shut with head tilted back, pained little whines spilling from him at how much he loves and hates this at the same time. Lost in how good he feels β lost in how much more good he wants to feel with coming like Bruce tells him to. When he does finally come, it's with a sharp hitch of breath and a sudden trembling of his body that almost makes the bed itself vibrate. But that hitch of breath bleeds into a pleased little whine and he comes harder than he had the previous two times, thick spurts of hot cum painting across his own stomach as he shudders, as he gasps, as he nearly breaks his neck with how far back he tilts it.
Suffice to say, third time's a charm in this little Stamina Experiment or Game of theirs.
The gasp that leaves his lips is a breathless one when he drops back against the mattress and he lays there. Spent. Staring up to the ceiling with glassy eyes and a sheen of sweat across his chest and forehead. It takes him a moment before he can even find the strength to move, legs like jelly and knocking against Bruce, before he lolls his head to the side and lazily blinks his eyes a few times. Swallowing thickly. ]
So good... [ He murmurs, wearing a lazy smile. ] I came for you so good, didn't I?
[ Barry's desperate sounds, the clench of him around his fingers, the way his body spasms and all his muscles strain and stand out as he goes so tense, is just fucking unreal. Bruce finds himself breathing hard just watching him, and he has to drag in a deep breath just to settle, pulse still keyed up, stroking over his flank soothingly. ]
You did, [ he tells him, leaning over and kissing him. ] Just perfect.
[ Bruce gently withdraws his fingers, and gives the end curve where his thigh meets his ass a tender squeeze. Slips his other hand to the younger man's cock, meanwhile, stroking over hyper-sensitized flesh, wringing anything else out of him, drawing his fingers through the sticky mess across his torso. Rubbing it into his skin a little, marvelling that he's still got anything to give on his third climax. ]
Fuck, Barry.
[ He nuzzles in, giving him soft kisses, ignoring the state of his own arousal. He really could watch that all day. ] You needed it, I bet. [ One broad hand skims up his chest and higher, drifting over his throat, to cradle his jaw. Fingers a little sticky from Barry's own ejaculate, he presses his thumb against his lower lip. ] Needed to be milked just like that.
[ Bruce is sure he hasn't been with anyone who could come like that, since - when? Ever? Like a teenager is not quite right. Even when he was a teenager, messing around, everything was lightning-quick and embarrassing, even if it was immediately repetitive. Lacking this bone-deep satisfaction, the depth of it. ]
[ The softest mmhm is given in reply to Bruce's words and he kisses over that thumb at his lips. Slow. Lazy. Barely a whisper of a sigh on his lips, one that tells of the blissed out state he's currently in before eyes flutter a few times and he comes to push himself into his elbows, lips still there against that thumb. ]
What about you?
[ Another blink, he pushes himself up with a hum, sitting up there with Bruce and slips a hand between their bodies to let fingers curl around the man's own neglected cock. Stroking him. Nice and slow. ]
What do you need? [ A beat, his eyes grow a little dark in their desire, as if that fourth(?) wind has suddenly caught up. ] What part of me do you need? My mouth maybe?
[ As he asks β suggests, he takes the tips of Bruce's fingers into his mouth and begins to suck on them. Slow. Lewd. Never taking those brown eyes of his off the other man as he does. Sucking them in a way he'd suck β he has sucked something else of his and much like before on the couch, he still shows how eager he is to do it. How much he enjoys it, even with his lazy way of doing it.
He withdraws those fingers a couple seconds later, even after he's sucked on them to the knuckle, and in doing so, he lets them go with a messy wet pop, smiling as he does. ]
But you've already had my mouth. [ Words soft, he continues to stroke over that cock with his fingers, never looking away from him. ] Already watched me swallow your cum.
[ He grunts, the twitch of his hips involuntary when Barry takes him in hand, iron-hard and aching after all that. His fingers press oh-so-lightly against the younger man's tongue, barely-there teasing, letting him control it. Beautiful, like he said. And wildly slutty, apparently, despite the lack of wider experience. Something to be appreciated. ]
Gonna be coy after all that, huh. [ Bruce covers Barry's hand with his own, helping him stroke his cock, rocking into that grip, practically using him to jack off. Keeping it slow. It'll take him a little while to orgasm, being, u kno, This Old and having come already, but still. ] Do you think I didn't like your mouth enough to want it again?
[ Bruce slips his other arm around and beneath Barry, getting a grip that's like a hug, before he sits up, hauling him along. He leans back on his heels, putting Barry upright with thighs splayed over his lap, easily strong enough to hold him in this otherwise precarious position, cock rubbing eager and hot between them. He shifts both hands to his ass - helpful for balance. And for squeezing and kneading those curves of muscle, spreading him apart, teasing fingertips between. ]
Sore already?
[ Barry seeming to be back into it so quick for round four (!) is a bit [laughs nervously in i thought my libido was hardcore] but he's not about to roll over yet. By any means. ]
[ That fact that Bruce admits to wanting his mouth again gets Barry to practically purr against those fingers in his mouth because he will, absolutely with no hesitation, suck him off again if it's what the other man wants. Having Bruce's cock in his mouth β having it hit the back of his throat with those long strokes he'd fed him before... it'd been a turn on for him β something he'd enjoyed a lot more than he has in his thoughts; nothing beats The Real Deal. Or Real Cock in this case.
When he's shifted and hauled about, he lets himself be, a pleased little hum on his lips when he comes to more or less settle there on the other man's lap. Bruce's strength is not a thing Barry's ever doubted and there's a hotness to the thought that he could pin him and toss him around however he wants, Barry becoming nothing more than a tangle of limbs and whimpers and cries for more.
Arms winding around the other man's neck, he leans in close and lets eyes fall shut with another pleased little hum, nuzzling at Bruce's forehead as those fingers touch and tease him from behind. ]
I heal quick. [ He brushes the words against Bruce's lips, smiling a little playfully before he kisses him slow. ] But is that lucky for me or lucky for you?
[ Huffing a soft laugh, he lets lips brush a kiss over Bruce's forehead as he tilts his head back some, shifting a little there on his lap in the position they're in. Nosing at him, he cradles the side of Bruce's face with a hand, leaning in close as he drops his other down to stroke over the man's cock with his fingers. ]
Wouldn't it be both? [ Bruce kisses him, light because he's tilted back some to keep them balanced. Barry is surprisingly dense (in terms of matter and muscle,, not,,), but it feels nice. The way his weight bears down on his thighs, making him have to tense in his hips and abdominals. His hand on his cock. He could get off like this, just rubbing Barry against him, playing around.
Thenβ
He exhales in something like a laugh. ] I don't know if you'd like him.
[ Weird thing to say, maybe? Bruce Wayne is someone he pretends to be. Vapid and boring. How does that man like to fuck. Lazily, letting other people do the work, or selfishly. The only goal being a moment without thought. He's been waiting for a bad reputation for years, but a big dick and billions of dollars go a long way, apparently.
His real self is both more complicated, and less.
He gives Barry's butt a light tap. Playful. He makes sure they're looking at each other, ] We don't have to. Not that you're putting out mixed signals.
[ Still. Just in case. ]
When you fuck yourself, are you laying on your back? [ Another one of those light kisses, sweet in a filthy contrast to what he's asking. He rubs the fingers of one hand in the clef of his ass, finding his hole and petting over it. ] Or do you get on your knees?
[ Perhaps a little more on the unintentional side, Barry finds himself slowly rocking there on Bruce's lap as they stay together like that. Fingers stroking that thick cock he's already had a taste for, nose gently brushing at the man's or sometimes his cheek, lips coaxing Bruce's for another slow kiss. Despite the filth in both thoughts and words, it all feels a little more sensual for the moment, as if the calm before the possibly inevitable Fuck Storm that might very well happen here in this bed.
But he likes it β he likes the slow and sensual way this feels between them just as much as he enjoys having that cock in his welcoming mouth or those fingers stretching his eager hole. He likes Bruce. Whatever version of that man he may be right now. Right here. With him. ]
Mm... back. [ Lazily, he hums, brushing open-mouthed kisses slowly over the man's jaw as he keeps on stroking him, eyes rolling back in his head at the way Bruce practically fingers him again. ] I'd rather be on my knees for you.
[ Despite the cocky little smile he wears on his lips, he softens some at the other man and kisses him. Slow. Sweet. Fingers massaging the head of that cock they play with. ]
You know you'd be my first time like that, right? [ He confesses then, more openly at least. ] I don't know if that's... some sort of pressure for you, but. [ He shrugs, draping his other arm around the man's shoulder. ] I trust you. Always have.
[ A multilayered line of questioning; figuring out what he might like, the plain eroticism of it, and filing that information away to reflect on later. Barry by himself in his bed, fucking himself on his fingers, or with a toy, thinking about Bruce. That, and the clever fingers on the tip of his cock make him groan. He gives Barry a deeper kiss, and a wet press to the side of his mouth, before he tosses his hair back out of his eyes to look at him.
Decides not to say I figured, on grounds it may sound insulting. Doesn't mean it that way, he just Notices Things.
It's Barry offering I trust you that gets him. Curls something warm and sweet in his chest, prompts him to nose forward and drop a soft kiss to his mouth, quiet appreciation for it. ]
Just means you're driving, [ Bruce says, raising his eyebrows a little as well like haha this is a running joke with us now, see. ] Tell me everything, good, bad, pause, more. Understand?
[ Bruce jostles him like he might do if they were fucking in this position, bouncing Barry up slightly. His expression is a little glassy-eyed with lust, ghost of a smile tilting his mouth. Confident enough to believe it'll be good, and secure enough in himself to be comfortable with babysteps and catering to whatever Barry might want, or simply be curious about. ]
[ The smile he wears at the you're driving bit... it's sunshine on his lips because, oh, he gets it alright and it brings a playful sweetness to all of this, Barry bumping his forehead against Bruce's with a quiet hum of amusement.
He nods in agreement to what it is Bruce asks of him and sighs in a way that shows his desire for the man as he's jostled about a little, eyes falling shut while fingers still work that hard cock they've been playing with during their little moment here. ]
Yeah. I will.
[ He breathes the words against the man's lips, brushing a kiss over them that he lovingly takes for himself, not missing the way he looks to him with those eyes and that smile. It gets him going a little himself, breath hitching some at the thought of actually doing this with Bruce and he swallows thickly after a moment, letting the hand not toying with his cock to smooth down the front of his chest instead, watching as it dips lower. ]
If I say... purple dinosaur, then I'm not enjoying it, ok?
Okay, [ is also somewhat of a laugh. Barry can just say 'ow' or 'stop', too, but safewording regular sex (?) works just fine. Though Bruce will still be paying very close attention to things that sound like the aforementioned 'ow' or 'stop'. He kisses him and rocks his hips forward, grinding into Barry, keeping him pinning there with his hands on his ass for a long moment that makes him sigh and shudder.
Then, boop, he's tossing Barry back down onto the mattress. Hopefully no one's dick gets yanked off!
Bruce runs his hands up the younger man's shins and then gives one knee a little tweak before encouraging him to flip over, helping him shuffle and then moving in close between his legs, pressing his thighs apart, open, leaving him exposed. ]
Comfortable?
[ He runs a hand up Barry's spine to his head, pets his hair, makes sure he's turned to one side and they can see each other. ]
[ There's nothing wrong with purple dinosaur, ok???
When he finds himself deposited back onto the bed, he sighs, letting Bruce move himself however he so desires. Flipped over, it seems. Feeling Bruce there between his open legs, Barry's breath hitches for a moment and he smiles as he licks over his lips, the feel of that hand smoothing along his spine and touching his head a comfort β a reassurance in the trust he already has for him. Especially in this moment between them here. ]
Yeah.
[ He swallows, letting his gaze linger on Bruce, cheek pressed against the mattress. ]
What was it I said earlier? Pound me with your thick cock?
[ He smiles because he's kidding... but also yes. ]
You watch a lot of porn, huh. [ Giving him shit. Where'd you pick up lines like that, Casanova. Bruce runs his hands down Barry's back, pressing in on either side of his spine, pausing at his hips to dig thumbs into the small of his back, rubbing him. When he goes lower to palm at his ass, he has a bright spark of desire to abandon whatever sketched out plans they have and just get his mouth on him, eat him out for the next hour. But he also thinks if he does that he might just die from sexual frustration, so. Next time.
Instead he goes for the lube again, and here we are at round two, with Bruce's wet fingers playing with his hole. He uses his other hand to spread his ass apart and knead it, slide down to stroke at the silky skin beneath, tease what he can reach of his sac. ]
Going to come again?
[ That Barry can without a touch to his cock is something else. Perhaps it was selfish of Bruce to make him do that, but fuck, it was hot. He hopes the sight and sound is burned permanently into his memory. He fucks his fingers deeper, pressing past that gland, only teasing him. Focusing instead on massaging the tight ring of muscle open looser, getting him more wet with lubrication. Intent and purposeful. He pulls his fingers free and leans in, cock pressing into the cleft, rutting against him but not getting the tip anywhere near his asshole. Teasing for them both, he sighs, followed by a low sound, watching his cock rub all over him. When he shifts back he gently smacks one buttcheek and murmurs, ] Looks good like that.
[ More lube. You can never have enough, the first time. His bedsheets will be toast, but it's fine. He's rich. ]
[ Barry wants to laugh at being called out like that but finds he can't. Not when those hands are all over him as they are, palming at his ass in a way that gets his hips to raise almost eagerly. So maybe he does watch a bit of porn, so what? None of it's real like this right here. Like Bruce and his touching him in ways that make him sigh in bliss.
Bruce goes and asks that β teases him β but Barry can't even bring himself to reply. Not with the way his breath hitches and his cheeks flush. The way he swallows thickly after and eyes fall shut as fingers cling tight to the sheets beneath him. He feels like Bruce gets off on this in some way. In driving him crazy, in seeing what sorts of sounds and faces he can get him to make with his touch and words alone and Barry always gives him something to drink up, to commit to memory, to savor in these moments they've shared together tonight.
When he does find words, it's with a strangled little whine caught there in the back of his throat. ] You make me come a fourth time without having your dick in me and I'm going to smack you for being the biggest tease on the planet after I'm done reeling from it.
[ Just saying but also he loves it, too. Loves how Bruce has managed to make him come three times already tonight. He isn't so sure how quick he can bounce back after this fourth round, at least not without shoveling a truck load of food into his mouth after. Energy depleted = needing more food. That's the life of this particular snackhole. But it also might be nice to just lay there after it all with the other man. Soak up what he can while he can until he finally passes out and then "tomorrow" comes for them.
But when Bruce goes and rubs his cock over his ass like he does, Barry's breath catches and fingers tug at the sheets beneath him. He's teased, of course, but the look on his face is one of pure desire - an undeniable need and want for this man as he stares off across the room, swallowing down the little moan he can feel on his lips. Letting eyes fall shut, he breathes, shifting some back against Bruce. ]
[ Bruce does get off on it. He has such a difficult time opening up and being expressive, offering any reactions - Barry's certainly noticed how quiet he's been even in the midst of it here. Letting go, even when he wants to, even desperately, when he truly and earnestly enjoys what he's doing and who he's with, is a struggle. But he can get other people there. If he can't take it for himself he wants to give it, and soak up the satisfaction from it.
He wants to.
It's just rough.
In the here and now: Bruce leans forward to kiss Barry's cheek (the one on his face), and then ducks lower to press another to his shoulder. Alright, alright. He sits up and hums something thoughtful-sounding, and tugs at his rim with the pads of his fingers, all calloused from work and violence. ]
I think I have to fuck you, [ he admits, just working that hole, getting him open. Not pushing in deep enough to stimulate his prostate. He hitches Barry up a little so that he can get a hand under him and pet his cock up against his belly, giving him another sensation with it. ] Do you like knowing that. I could watch you come until it's dark out again. But you're driving me crazy, too.
[ He lets his cock brush against his backside, and then pulls his fingers out so he can direct the crown to his wet hole, just kissing it with the tip. Rubbing it, teasing, almost pushing in. There's white fluid leaking from the slit, eager, needy. It makes him shiver. He has to pull back, then, and get Barry up properly onto his knees. ]
Feeling okay?
[ Good thing he asked. Bruce blinks and feels like a fuckin idiot for a second before he swears under his breath and leans back over to the side table. Condom, oops. He pinches Barry's ass, mutters, ] Distracting me.
[ The feeling of Bruce rubbing his cock and smearing some of his cum across his ass is an intensely hot one that he hopes he'll get to feel again in the future because damn, if that doesn't get him nice and hard.
When he's pulled to his knees, his breath hitches, cheeks flushed and skin tingling with an anticipation of being filled with the man's cock. Wondering just how much he'll be stretched, how tight he'll feel for Bruce, how good it'll be to have the head of that cock hitting his prostrate over and over again instead of curled fingers rubbing at it teasingly. Hoping that he'll be good for Bruce β not a disappointing fuck β and that he'll want to do this again sometime. Be it fucking him down into the mattress, getting him off until he can't anymore, or letting him get sucked off as many times as he can go. Barry can't help but hope he'll be enough for any of that again with Bruce, even if they've both said they don't want to forget.
He relaxes his muscles, lets his eyes fall shut and lips to part with a gentle breath when... cursing? He swears he hears Bruce curse and he glances back over his shoulder a little dazed and confused. ]
What'sβ [ But before he can even ask, his ass is pinched and he catches sight of what the other man slipped away for. ] Oh.
[ Bruce is careful in more ways than one it seems. Granted, he figures the man has slept with... numerous people in his time, so. He can't blame him. Never mind risk of disease and all that. It's appreciated? That he cares so much. Scratch the image of Bruce coming on his face out of his head though. At least for now. ]
What a gentleman.
[ He teases softly, swaying his hips from side to side nice and slow as he smiles to him over his shoulder. ]
[ Considering the bulk of Bruce's nocturnal activities (how many times has he had a stranger's blood splattered on him/been injected with weird shit/been assaulted in an unfun way? christ), he's definitely been taking preventative drugs since they were in the experimental stages, in no way about to wait for FDA approval, and is just about the safest human slut you can bareback on the planet. But it's Barry's first! time! and even though he's already sucked him off, it's just thatβ
Crack. Bruce smacks his butt again, this time with just enough force behind it to make that comically loud sound. Skilled enough not to make it hurt, though. ]
You should be in the habit of it. [ Brat. Bruce gives him a flat look that's ruined by how flushed and dishevelled he is, dick peeking up from between his legs, practically attempting to reach the moon it's been so long. ] If you want me to skip it, you can ask next time.
[ This time he's getting railed responsibly.
Sort of.
Bruce gets the condom on and slicks it up, then leans up one last time to coax Barry into a kiss and tug one of the pillows over, just in case the angle ends up too much for him in a few minutes. Back in position, there's little fanfare for how he nudges the head of his cock against him with a purpose. Gentle but firm. ]
Breathe slow, [ he advises, keen observation on any potential flinch or tense, as he pushes in. It feels so good he has to stop for a second, though it's more to reel himself in from the kneejerk desire to immediately back out and savor that initial clench again right on the tip. He gives him a few inches, hands a steady presence on his hips, going until he feels tension and then stops, backing off, giving him shallow, rocking pushes, just loosening him up, letting him get used to it. ]
[ That last kiss (for now) is sweet and tender in ways Barry craves deep down. Bruce has managed to give him so many things in the span of the hours they've spent together tonight that it's a little surreal to think it's all happened in the first place. How a sort of misfire text he hadn't really meant to send Bruce but also did at the same time had led to the man coming to check on him in his car, take him out for food, listen to the weight he's been carrying on his shoulders in secret now, endure an awkward confession in how a particular speeds feels about him, and end up making that same speedster come soon to be four times in the course of a night together. It's surreal, isn't it? Yet Barry wouldn't give a single second of it up for anything; he doesn't want to forget any of this.
The advice to breathe slow is shown to be heard with a gentle nod of his head, but when he feels the nudge of that cock at his hole, he seemingly forgets for a moment and his breath hitches with a gasp.
Fingers twist in the sheets beneath him, Barry's face scrunching up before eyes fall shut and his head falls between his shoulders. Feeling the way he stretches around that cock as it sinks itself into him... it's big and it's thick and it almost feels as if he can't take it all. But he breathes β slow β a strangled little whine spilling from his lips as he sinks teeth into his bottom lip and lets himself be filled. Lets Bruce slide into him with those shallow rocks of his hips. For a moment, one arm gives out a little and Barry moans, pressing his face into his bicep, righting himself after a couple seconds. ]
More. [ He breathes then, eyes fluttering open, mouth dry as he swallows. ] Want more of you. Please.
[ Bruce takes it slow, grateful for the fractionally dampened sensation of the condom. What a great way to embarrass himself after all this, if he went off early. RIP. But no, he's fine; much better than fine, the incremental deepening rolls of his hips wrapping him in better and warmer pleasure. Superslick lubrication and dedicated preperation do their jobs, and he trusts Barry to actually tell him if something hurts. ]
Fuck, [ is a lush sigh. ] You feel.
[ Perfect, really.
He rubs Barry's tailbone soothingly, and helps keep him up, the hand still at one hip clenching tighter in a tell about how much Bruce is feeling it, too. The desire to let loose and fuck into him without restrain is there, animal instinct lurking in him. He gives him more, as asked, sliding in deep, deeper, but not holding there. Drawing back, then in again. After a few thrusts he pauses with his cock buried there, letting Barry feel it, stretched and full. He doesn't try and force his whole length in and risk hurting him, the weight of his balls only just barely brushing his ass. He flexes his hands on him, restless. He's so hot, and sweet. Bruce knows he's pressing heavy and hard past all those nerve endings, rubbing over the gland tucked away at the base of his cock, stretching his muscles in an aching burn.
Experimentally, he rocks his hips in short circles, still stuffed in deep. Keeping careful attention on Barry's reactions even as he feels sweat drip down his chest. ]
[ For as quick as he's capable of being with everything, Barry appreciates the slow of this moment, both to adjust in how it feels to be so full and stretched, and in being able to savor this moment of his first time with another man. A man who he has a hopeless crush on. Honestly, who better to lose some sort of virginity to? Bruce might hmm about that, but. To Barry, this is what he wants. This is who he wants. No one else. This is, as Bruce feels, perfect.
The way Bruce takes his time in getting him used to how it feels to be fed his cock is appreciated β sweet? The man could push him down and fuck him relentlessly into the mattress and Barry would let him if it meant they'd both feel good. The amount of trust he has for the man is rather large when it comes to people in Barry's life and while he may not have the full experience with being dicked down by another man, this feels right to him. The way Bruce handles him and this moment feels right and he's so appreciative of it and of him.
Catching (deeper) feelings for a man with his cock in your ass is probably not the best time to decide to do so, but. Barry is always Barry.
Again, his head drops between his shoulders, fingers twisting in the sheets beneath him. Bruce feels so big inside him that he almost wonders how he was able to take any of this in his mouth to begin with. Or maybe this is the Final Boss and he's only now seen his True Form in size now that they're actually fucking and all. Nerdy thoughts that quickly zip through his head before he's back to staring down at the sheets he so tightly grips.
Swallowing, he makes a soft sound of acknowledgment of those hips rocking against him as they do and he presses back against the other man, nice and slow, encouraging him that this is what he wants. ]
Good... [ He breathes out, a whine on his lips. ] You're so good.
[ Offering the praise, he cants his head to the side, before he chuckles a little to himself, pushing back again against those hips and onto that cock. ]
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But it's that slight rock of his hips Bruce rolls into him that really sets something within him off and the sound the younger man makes while gripping tight to an arm is needy and wanton in ways that it hasn't exactly been thus far tonight.
With a suddenly flushed face, he breathes, fingers running over the bicep he clutches tight to while he takes a moment to just enjoy that feeling, swallowing thickly, before he rocks himself up against the other man a little. Slow and teasing and curious. ]
I want you, too.
[ Words are shaky as they turn into a moan, Barry tilting his head back some as eyes fall shut and he enjoys having the weight of Bruce against him- of feeling his own cock hard and pressing at him, knowing it's because of him. ]
I want to come a third time because of you and I want you to come, too. Inside, in my mouth, on my face. Just want you to come again. Want it to be with you.
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And what he says. Fuck. ]
Coming again won't be a problem, [ he husks against him. There is no real bat-growl in this universe, courtesy of his spooky synthesizer, but still there's something low and a bit darker-sounding about him when he gets cranked like this.
He moves his hand, leaving them pressed all together but moving lower, stroking beneath his balls, watching his reaction. ] Do you like getting yourself off like this?
[ Asking 'have you been fucked before' feels both rude and obvious, he skitters away from that. Bruce has no actual jitters about who's first time doing what; everyone's on their own schedule. ]
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The way he brushes his cock against his own β how his fingers slip lower and lower until they're practically teasing him there between his legs with that question he has The Nerve to ask him right now when he's so wound up and skin flushed from the way he gets him going again, Barry loves it β needs it β so much that his stammering awkwardness is so swiftly replaced with a more confidant β a more filthy β side of him that seems to come so easy when he sinks into those touches and teasing and husky breaths Bruce gives to him so freely. When his head is full of nothing but wanting Bruce. All his dirty little thoughts just spill out of him. ]
I like thinking of you.
[ Breathing the words, hands reach back over his shoulders and he grips tight at the sheets as he squirms there beneath the man, swallow thickly, face flushed. ]
Of being bent over your desk and taken from behind... blowing you in an elevator and making sure I clan you up with my tongue... riding you in the front or backseat of your car and taking every last drop you give me... wearing a plug for you and only letting you fuck me because you're the only one I want filling me up.
[ Lips parting, he bumps his head against Bruce's and lets lips brush over his... but doesn't kiss him. Instead, he smiles, just barely kissing the top of his lip before he licks over his own, moaning there against his mouth. ]
You're the one I want filling me up.
[ No, sir. I haven't been fucked before but I have many ideas of how I would like to be. ]
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Answers a few things. Also washes away any lingering reservations in a wave of arousal, and Bruce's hand stills as he takes it in. He kisses him, pushing in hard with it, scrape of teeth, tongue fucking into his mouth in a blatant mime of fucking him with something else. He keeps kissing him while he gets more lube on his fingers, and comes back to begin to press and tease at his hole. Shifting his weight enough so that there's room to do it without snapping his wrist. ]
A lot of mileage happening in your imagination, [ he says, mouth brushing against Barry's as he speaks, continuing to play with him with thick fingers. ] Wonder if you could really cover it.
[ Stamina, sure. Wearing a plug outside the bedroom is not beginner kink. But Barry probably doesn't expect to be pulled into handcuffs right now. (Or does he. There were those comments. Hours ago. A lifetime ago. I don't think we're at Dairy Queen anymore, Toto.) ]
You sound... really beautiful, Barry.
[ Unfortunately he only has sincere compliments. What a dork. Too many years (fuck, decades) putting on a fake act, everything left in between one mask or the other is strange and stilted and too-revealing in its awkward honesty. Pressing in, ghosting a kiss to the side of his mouth, as he rubs over his prostate. ]
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As much as he loves the weight of Bruce against him and the tongue fucking he's been given with kisses pressed wherever Bruce so desires them to be pressed, it's the way those fingers stroke him from the inside that really get to him and the sound Barry makes for the other man is loud and unabashed and maybe even a little slutty. But it's fine, it doesn't matter. What does is the way those fingers make his body shake with pleasure, practically vibrating against both the bed and the other man as he knocks his head back and heels dig tight into the mattress.
For a moment, his mind blanks β a white landscape of nothing but trembling pleasure at the way Bruce plays with him with those fingers of his. It's only after a handful of seconds that he strings together the words Bruce has said to him and he moans, at first, in reply to them. ]
You're beautiful... [ He breathes the words through a shaky breath, turning his head to try and steal a kiss from the other man. ] ...I wanna come for you so many times.
[ Fingers of one hand come to card through Bruce's hair at the side, lips buzzing with hums against his cheek before he moans again, head falling back to the pillows. Eyes glassy, lips parted, hips rocking against that hand to feel more of those fingers. He grips at a shoulder with his other hand before he finally makes himself look to Bruce there from beneath him. ]
Do you wanna fuck me? Do you wanna see how good I am at taking you?
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I do, and I will. [ A rough promise, looking at him. Bruce presses a light kiss to Barry's mouth and then shifts up a little onto his knees, a degree of extra leverage. He grabs the younger man's hip with his other hand and pulls at him, encouraging him to rock up onto his fingers more. There's an edge of an order in his low voice: ] I want you to come like this. On my fingers. Show me.
[ Pressing in more, rubbing fingertips in what he knows will be maddening. Barry's practically been vibrating against him and he's fascinated. It's so uniquely him, and surreal, and everything being beyond human experience makes sense, in his crazy fucking lifeβ
It's also extremely hot. His own cock is hard enough to be leaking, brushing against the inside of Barry's thigh. ]
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Barry tips his head back as another shaky gasp leaves him, eyes squeezed shut while hips rock harder against that hand. That fucking amazing hand with those fucking amazing fingers that are touching and fucking him in ways no one else ever has and Barry swears it's the hottest thing he's ever felt β that Bruce is the hottest person ever. ]
Iβ wanna come. I wanna come so bad. Please.
[ Heels dig hard into the mattress around the other man and Barry keeps fucking himself on those fingers as asked β as told β sharp little breaths and gasps spilling from lips more quickly as sweat rolls down the back of his neck, along the curve of his tailbone. He's close β he's really fucking close and he can't believe he's going to come from Bruce's fingers alone.
Despite his slightly lean figure, the muscles across his arms pull tight as he grips at the sheets around him, eyes still shut with head tilted back, pained little whines spilling from him at how much he loves and hates this at the same time. Lost in how good he feels β lost in how much more good he wants to feel with coming like Bruce tells him to. When he does finally come, it's with a sharp hitch of breath and a sudden trembling of his body that almost makes the bed itself vibrate. But that hitch of breath bleeds into a pleased little whine and he comes harder than he had the previous two times, thick spurts of hot cum painting across his own stomach as he shudders, as he gasps, as he nearly breaks his neck with how far back he tilts it.
Suffice to say, third time's a charm in this little Stamina Experiment or Game of theirs.
The gasp that leaves his lips is a breathless one when he drops back against the mattress and he lays there. Spent. Staring up to the ceiling with glassy eyes and a sheen of sweat across his chest and forehead. It takes him a moment before he can even find the strength to move, legs like jelly and knocking against Bruce, before he lolls his head to the side and lazily blinks his eyes a few times. Swallowing thickly. ]
So good... [ He murmurs, wearing a lazy smile. ] I came for you so good, didn't I?
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You did, [ he tells him, leaning over and kissing him. ] Just perfect.
[ Bruce gently withdraws his fingers, and gives the end curve where his thigh meets his ass a tender squeeze. Slips his other hand to the younger man's cock, meanwhile, stroking over hyper-sensitized flesh, wringing anything else out of him, drawing his fingers through the sticky mess across his torso. Rubbing it into his skin a little, marvelling that he's still got anything to give on his third climax. ]
Fuck, Barry.
[ He nuzzles in, giving him soft kisses, ignoring the state of his own arousal. He really could watch that all day. ] You needed it, I bet. [ One broad hand skims up his chest and higher, drifting over his throat, to cradle his jaw. Fingers a little sticky from Barry's own ejaculate, he presses his thumb against his lower lip. ] Needed to be milked just like that.
[ Bruce is sure he hasn't been with anyone who could come like that, since - when? Ever? Like a teenager is not quite right. Even when he was a teenager, messing around, everything was lightning-quick and embarrassing, even if it was immediately repetitive. Lacking this bone-deep satisfaction, the depth of it. ]
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What about you?
[ Another blink, he pushes himself up with a hum, sitting up there with Bruce and slips a hand between their bodies to let fingers curl around the man's own neglected cock. Stroking him. Nice and slow. ]
What do you need? [ A beat, his eyes grow a little dark in their desire, as if that fourth(?) wind has suddenly caught up. ] What part of me do you need? My mouth maybe?
[ As he asks β suggests, he takes the tips of Bruce's fingers into his mouth and begins to suck on them. Slow. Lewd. Never taking those brown eyes of his off the other man as he does. Sucking them in a way he'd suck β he has sucked something else of his and much like before on the couch, he still shows how eager he is to do it. How much he enjoys it, even with his lazy way of doing it.
He withdraws those fingers a couple seconds later, even after he's sucked on them to the knuckle, and in doing so, he lets them go with a messy wet pop, smiling as he does. ]
But you've already had my mouth. [ Words soft, he continues to stroke over that cock with his fingers, never looking away from him. ] Already watched me swallow your cum.
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Gonna be coy after all that, huh. [ Bruce covers Barry's hand with his own, helping him stroke his cock, rocking into that grip, practically using him to jack off. Keeping it slow. It'll take him a little while to orgasm, being, u kno, This Old and having come already, but still. ] Do you think I didn't like your mouth enough to want it again?
[ Bruce slips his other arm around and beneath Barry, getting a grip that's like a hug, before he sits up, hauling him along. He leans back on his heels, putting Barry upright with thighs splayed over his lap, easily strong enough to hold him in this otherwise precarious position, cock rubbing eager and hot between them. He shifts both hands to his ass - helpful for balance. And for squeezing and kneading those curves of muscle, spreading him apart, teasing fingertips between. ]
Sore already?
[ Barry seeming to be back into it so quick for round four (!) is a bit [laughs nervously in i thought my libido was hardcore] but he's not about to roll over yet. By any means. ]
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When he's shifted and hauled about, he lets himself be, a pleased little hum on his lips when he comes to more or less settle there on the other man's lap. Bruce's strength is not a thing Barry's ever doubted and there's a hotness to the thought that he could pin him and toss him around however he wants, Barry becoming nothing more than a tangle of limbs and whimpers and cries for more.
Arms winding around the other man's neck, he leans in close and lets eyes fall shut with another pleased little hum, nuzzling at Bruce's forehead as those fingers touch and tease him from behind. ]
I heal quick. [ He brushes the words against Bruce's lips, smiling a little playfully before he kisses him slow. ] But is that lucky for me or lucky for you?
[ Huffing a soft laugh, he lets lips brush a kiss over Bruce's forehead as he tilts his head back some, shifting a little there on his lap in the position they're in. Nosing at him, he cradles the side of Bruce's face with a hand, leaning in close as he drops his other down to stroke over the man's cock with his fingers. ]
How does Bruce Wayne like to fuck?
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He exhales in something like a laugh. ] I don't know if you'd like him.
[ Weird thing to say, maybe? Bruce Wayne is someone he pretends to be. Vapid and boring. How does that man like to fuck. Lazily, letting other people do the work, or selfishly. The only goal being a moment without thought. He's been waiting for a bad reputation for years, but a big dick and billions of dollars go a long way, apparently.
His real self is both more complicated, and less.
He gives Barry's butt a light tap. Playful. He makes sure they're looking at each other, ] We don't have to. Not that you're putting out mixed signals.
[ Still. Just in case. ]
When you fuck yourself, are you laying on your back? [ Another one of those light kisses, sweet in a filthy contrast to what he's asking. He rubs the fingers of one hand in the clef of his ass, finding his hole and petting over it. ] Or do you get on your knees?
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But he likes it β he likes the slow and sensual way this feels between them just as much as he enjoys having that cock in his welcoming mouth or those fingers stretching his eager hole. He likes Bruce. Whatever version of that man he may be right now. Right here. With him. ]
Mm... back. [ Lazily, he hums, brushing open-mouthed kisses slowly over the man's jaw as he keeps on stroking him, eyes rolling back in his head at the way Bruce practically fingers him again. ] I'd rather be on my knees for you.
[ Despite the cocky little smile he wears on his lips, he softens some at the other man and kisses him. Slow. Sweet. Fingers massaging the head of that cock they play with. ]
You know you'd be my first time like that, right? [ He confesses then, more openly at least. ] I don't know if that's... some sort of pressure for you, but. [ He shrugs, draping his other arm around the man's shoulder. ] I trust you. Always have.
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Decides not to say I figured, on grounds it may sound insulting. Doesn't mean it that way, he just Notices Things.
It's Barry offering I trust you that gets him. Curls something warm and sweet in his chest, prompts him to nose forward and drop a soft kiss to his mouth, quiet appreciation for it. ]
Just means you're driving, [ Bruce says, raising his eyebrows a little as well like haha this is a running joke with us now, see. ] Tell me everything, good, bad, pause, more. Understand?
[ Bruce jostles him like he might do if they were fucking in this position, bouncing Barry up slightly. His expression is a little glassy-eyed with lust, ghost of a smile tilting his mouth. Confident enough to believe it'll be good, and secure enough in himself to be comfortable with babysteps and catering to whatever Barry might want, or simply be curious about. ]
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He nods in agreement to what it is Bruce asks of him and sighs in a way that shows his desire for the man as he's jostled about a little, eyes falling shut while fingers still work that hard cock they've been playing with during their little moment here. ]
Yeah. I will.
[ He breathes the words against the man's lips, brushing a kiss over them that he lovingly takes for himself, not missing the way he looks to him with those eyes and that smile. It gets him going a little himself, breath hitching some at the thought of actually doing this with Bruce and he swallows thickly after a moment, letting the hand not toying with his cock to smooth down the front of his chest instead, watching as it dips lower. ]
If I say... purple dinosaur, then I'm not enjoying it, ok?
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Okay, [ is also somewhat of a laugh. Barry can just say 'ow' or 'stop', too, but safewording regular sex (?) works just fine. Though Bruce will still be paying very close attention to things that sound like the aforementioned 'ow' or 'stop'. He kisses him and rocks his hips forward, grinding into Barry, keeping him pinning there with his hands on his ass for a long moment that makes him sigh and shudder.
Then, boop, he's tossing Barry back down onto the mattress. Hopefully no one's dick gets yanked off!
Bruce runs his hands up the younger man's shins and then gives one knee a little tweak before encouraging him to flip over, helping him shuffle and then moving in close between his legs, pressing his thighs apart, open, leaving him exposed. ]
Comfortable?
[ He runs a hand up Barry's spine to his head, pets his hair, makes sure he's turned to one side and they can see each other. ]
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When he finds himself deposited back onto the bed, he sighs, letting Bruce move himself however he so desires. Flipped over, it seems. Feeling Bruce there between his open legs, Barry's breath hitches for a moment and he smiles as he licks over his lips, the feel of that hand smoothing along his spine and touching his head a comfort β a reassurance in the trust he already has for him. Especially in this moment between them here. ]
Yeah.
[ He swallows, letting his gaze linger on Bruce, cheek pressed against the mattress. ]
What was it I said earlier? Pound me with your thick cock?
[ He smiles because he's kidding... but also yes. ]
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Instead he goes for the lube again, and here we are at round two, with Bruce's wet fingers playing with his hole. He uses his other hand to spread his ass apart and knead it, slide down to stroke at the silky skin beneath, tease what he can reach of his sac. ]
Going to come again?
[ That Barry can without a touch to his cock is something else. Perhaps it was selfish of Bruce to make him do that, but fuck, it was hot. He hopes the sight and sound is burned permanently into his memory. He fucks his fingers deeper, pressing past that gland, only teasing him. Focusing instead on massaging the tight ring of muscle open looser, getting him more wet with lubrication. Intent and purposeful. He pulls his fingers free and leans in, cock pressing into the cleft, rutting against him but not getting the tip anywhere near his asshole. Teasing for them both, he sighs, followed by a low sound, watching his cock rub all over him. When he shifts back he gently smacks one buttcheek and murmurs, ] Looks good like that.
[ More lube. You can never have enough, the first time. His bedsheets will be toast, but it's fine. He's rich. ]
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Bruce goes and asks that β teases him β but Barry can't even bring himself to reply. Not with the way his breath hitches and his cheeks flush. The way he swallows thickly after and eyes fall shut as fingers cling tight to the sheets beneath him. He feels like Bruce gets off on this in some way. In driving him crazy, in seeing what sorts of sounds and faces he can get him to make with his touch and words alone and Barry always gives him something to drink up, to commit to memory, to savor in these moments they've shared together tonight.
When he does find words, it's with a strangled little whine caught there in the back of his throat. ] You make me come a fourth time without having your dick in me and I'm going to smack you for being the biggest tease on the planet after I'm done reeling from it.
[ Just saying but also he loves it, too. Loves how Bruce has managed to make him come three times already tonight. He isn't so sure how quick he can bounce back after this fourth round, at least not without shoveling a truck load of food into his mouth after. Energy depleted = needing more food. That's the life of this particular snackhole. But it also might be nice to just lay there after it all with the other man. Soak up what he can while he can until he finally passes out and then "tomorrow" comes for them.
But when Bruce goes and rubs his cock over his ass like he does, Barry's breath catches and fingers tug at the sheets beneath him. He's teased, of course, but the look on his face is one of pure desire - an undeniable need and want for this man as he stares off across the room, swallowing down the little moan he can feel on his lips. Letting eyes fall shut, he breathes, shifting some back against Bruce. ]
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He wants to.
It's just rough.
In the here and now: Bruce leans forward to kiss Barry's cheek (the one on his face), and then ducks lower to press another to his shoulder. Alright, alright. He sits up and hums something thoughtful-sounding, and tugs at his rim with the pads of his fingers, all calloused from work and violence. ]
I think I have to fuck you, [ he admits, just working that hole, getting him open. Not pushing in deep enough to stimulate his prostate. He hitches Barry up a little so that he can get a hand under him and pet his cock up against his belly, giving him another sensation with it. ] Do you like knowing that. I could watch you come until it's dark out again. But you're driving me crazy, too.
[ He lets his cock brush against his backside, and then pulls his fingers out so he can direct the crown to his wet hole, just kissing it with the tip. Rubbing it, teasing, almost pushing in. There's white fluid leaking from the slit, eager, needy. It makes him shiver. He has to pull back, then, and get Barry up properly onto his knees. ]
Feeling okay?
[ Good thing he asked. Bruce blinks and feels like a fuckin idiot for a second before he swears under his breath and leans back over to the side table. Condom, oops. He pinches Barry's ass, mutters, ] Distracting me.
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When he's pulled to his knees, his breath hitches, cheeks flushed and skin tingling with an anticipation of being filled with the man's cock. Wondering just how much he'll be stretched, how tight he'll feel for Bruce, how good it'll be to have the head of that cock hitting his prostrate over and over again instead of curled fingers rubbing at it teasingly. Hoping that he'll be good for Bruce β not a disappointing fuck β and that he'll want to do this again sometime. Be it fucking him down into the mattress, getting him off until he can't anymore, or letting him get sucked off as many times as he can go. Barry can't help but hope he'll be enough for any of that again with Bruce, even if they've both said they don't want to forget.
He relaxes his muscles, lets his eyes fall shut and lips to part with a gentle breath when... cursing? He swears he hears Bruce curse and he glances back over his shoulder a little dazed and confused. ]
What'sβ [ But before he can even ask, his ass is pinched and he catches sight of what the other man slipped away for. ] Oh.
[ Bruce is careful in more ways than one it seems. Granted, he figures the man has slept with... numerous people in his time, so. He can't blame him. Never mind risk of disease and all that. It's appreciated? That he cares so much. Scratch the image of Bruce coming on his face out of his head though. At least for now. ]
What a gentleman.
[ He teases softly, swaying his hips from side to side nice and slow as he smiles to him over his shoulder. ]
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Crack. Bruce smacks his butt again, this time with just enough force behind it to make that comically loud sound. Skilled enough not to make it hurt, though. ]
You should be in the habit of it. [ Brat. Bruce gives him a flat look that's ruined by how flushed and dishevelled he is, dick peeking up from between his legs, practically attempting to reach the moon it's been so long. ] If you want me to skip it, you can ask next time.
[ This time he's getting railed responsibly.
Sort of.
Bruce gets the condom on and slicks it up, then leans up one last time to coax Barry into a kiss and tug one of the pillows over, just in case the angle ends up too much for him in a few minutes. Back in position, there's little fanfare for how he nudges the head of his cock against him with a purpose. Gentle but firm. ]
Breathe slow, [ he advises, keen observation on any potential flinch or tense, as he pushes in. It feels so good he has to stop for a second, though it's more to reel himself in from the kneejerk desire to immediately back out and savor that initial clench again right on the tip. He gives him a few inches, hands a steady presence on his hips, going until he feels tension and then stops, backing off, giving him shallow, rocking pushes, just loosening him up, letting him get used to it. ]
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The advice to breathe slow is shown to be heard with a gentle nod of his head, but when he feels the nudge of that cock at his hole, he seemingly forgets for a moment and his breath hitches with a gasp.
Fingers twist in the sheets beneath him, Barry's face scrunching up before eyes fall shut and his head falls between his shoulders. Feeling the way he stretches around that cock as it sinks itself into him... it's big and it's thick and it almost feels as if he can't take it all. But he breathes β slow β a strangled little whine spilling from his lips as he sinks teeth into his bottom lip and lets himself be filled. Lets Bruce slide into him with those shallow rocks of his hips. For a moment, one arm gives out a little and Barry moans, pressing his face into his bicep, righting himself after a couple seconds. ]
More. [ He breathes then, eyes fluttering open, mouth dry as he swallows. ] Want more of you. Please.
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Fuck, [ is a lush sigh. ] You feel.
[ Perfect, really.
He rubs Barry's tailbone soothingly, and helps keep him up, the hand still at one hip clenching tighter in a tell about how much Bruce is feeling it, too. The desire to let loose and fuck into him without restrain is there, animal instinct lurking in him. He gives him more, as asked, sliding in deep, deeper, but not holding there. Drawing back, then in again. After a few thrusts he pauses with his cock buried there, letting Barry feel it, stretched and full. He doesn't try and force his whole length in and risk hurting him, the weight of his balls only just barely brushing his ass. He flexes his hands on him, restless. He's so hot, and sweet. Bruce knows he's pressing heavy and hard past all those nerve endings, rubbing over the gland tucked away at the base of his cock, stretching his muscles in an aching burn.
Experimentally, he rocks his hips in short circles, still stuffed in deep. Keeping careful attention on Barry's reactions even as he feels sweat drip down his chest. ]
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The way Bruce takes his time in getting him used to how it feels to be fed his cock is appreciated β sweet? The man could push him down and fuck him relentlessly into the mattress and Barry would let him if it meant they'd both feel good. The amount of trust he has for the man is rather large when it comes to people in Barry's life and while he may not have the full experience with being dicked down by another man, this feels right to him. The way Bruce handles him and this moment feels right and he's so appreciative of it and of him.
Catching (deeper) feelings for a man with his cock in your ass is probably not the best time to decide to do so, but. Barry is always Barry.
Again, his head drops between his shoulders, fingers twisting in the sheets beneath him. Bruce feels so big inside him that he almost wonders how he was able to take any of this in his mouth to begin with. Or maybe this is the Final Boss and he's only now seen his True Form in size now that they're actually fucking and all. Nerdy thoughts that quickly zip through his head before he's back to staring down at the sheets he so tightly grips.
Swallowing, he makes a soft sound of acknowledgment of those hips rocking against him as they do and he presses back against the other man, nice and slow, encouraging him that this is what he wants. ]
Good... [ He breathes out, a whine on his lips. ] You're so good.
[ Offering the praise, he cants his head to the side, before he chuckles a little to himself, pushing back again against those hips and onto that cock. ]
Fuck me, Bruce. I wanna be fucked by you.
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