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. ]
[ Bruce just wants to treat Barry respectfully, and that includes not patronizing him; turning it into a big deal could make him uncomfortable, or embarrass him, when it's simply a thing some people do, out of a lot of things people do. But of course he'd rather make it good. As good as possible. So that if someday he regrets it, at least he had a nice time. At least he came over and over, and moaned like this, and whined, and asked for more.
It's easy to excuse bad sex with someone you care for, and then be doubly bitter later when the care bleeds out. This way he gets a souvenir even if (even when, more likely, this is Bruce we're talking here) things go sour. And as aforementioned, Bruce really likes it. He loves this, wringing more out of him, winning those noises, and squirms, and greedy pushes back. ]
That's what's happening, [ he assures him with a low rumble, and rubs circles on his hips before getting a better grip. He snaps his pelvis forward, light, practically bouncing his cock in. A few quick thrusts, then, seeing how Barry takes it. Christ. He just wants to stay buried, he's so tight and hot. Bruce pulls back, careful not to go all the way so the condom doesn't get fucked up, and then in again, a long, full slide, letting him feel the whole length of him all over again, ending on a quick jab, punctuated by the wet sound of flesh meeting. ]
Feel good? [ Bruce pulls at his hips, fucks into him, doesn't pause after that question. Building more, the glide of it getting easier. Still leashed and in control, but on edge. He grunts, head tipped back. Mmnpphhfuck. ]
Yes. [ He answers without hesitation, little hitches of breaths between thrusts. ] Yeah. Good. It's so good. Feels so good.
[ The way his eyes roll back into his head and the slutty little sounds he makes as he fucks himself back on Bruce's cock... this is what he wants. This is what he needs. This is what he's been craving the moment he and Bruce first kissed back on that couch however long ago that was now. All of this has a tendency to just bleed together for the speedster, where the only thing he does know is that Bruce feels so good touching him, kissing him, fucking him in his bed like this. He's so glad he sent that text message off now.
Feeling the way that cock slides into him stirs something up in Barry every time Bruce gives it to him and it has him feeling filthy in ways that might have him come off a little slutty, a little bit like a whore in heat, but he doesn't seem to care. The only thing he does care about is fucking himself back on the cock and letting it fuck him as hard and deep as Bruce wants. ]
Your dick is so good. [ Words that drip from parted lips as he drops himself down onto his elbows, hips still up for Bruce to keep taking him from behind. ] Taking it so good.
[ Head hung between his shoulders, he moans. Loud. In fact, he finds he can't stop moaning as he rocks himself back against Bruce, arms coming to slide out from under him and drop his upper half down against the bed. Head down, ass up.
The desperate little whines of yes that he chants over and over again to himself are filthy and sweet in how genuine he means them. A mantra to the cock that feeds him this pleasure. Pleasure which his own cock bouncing against his stomach desperately wants and so he reaches between his own legs and strokes himself, gasping a little louder as he does. ]
[ Jesus fuck. Barry takes it so well. So well that Bruce is tempted in hormone-fuelled delirium to say something like You feel like you were made for this, when logically he knows it's all just the lovely merge of muscle control and desire. He drops down like that and Bruce makes this half-choked sound, snapping his hips forward harder. Still keeping a tight grasp on himself, metaphorically - opposed to the literal tight grasp Barry has his hard cock in - but it's more difficult with every stroke in. It's like he's begging with his whole body, pulling him in for more, harder, more.
(And who doesn't want to hear Your dick is so good? The kind of thing you want to get printed on t-shirts.)
This position isn't the greatest for getting his hand on Barry's cock, at this sort of speed, so it's good that the younger man is taking initiative; though Bruce does have a moment where he thinks about pulling off just to flip him over and do it himself, bizarrely possessive in the midst of fucking. Happens. Moments likes that. Like this, too: ego-saving relief about the condom has already shifted to lizard-brain regret, wanting to fill him with cum, hot and filthy. But, his rational, tactical brain will think later, it's just one new layer of something else to try, if Barry ever wants more. Skin on skin and getting filled up.
(If he everβ
Bruce can hope. Can't he?)
He curls over his back, shifting his knees wider, pressing Barry down into himself and grinding into him, humping him deep and hard while barely pulling back. A heavy fuck that can't be sustained indefinitely, but feels so good while it goes. He's making low, rough sounds on every exhale, and he clutches at one of Barry's biceps, just holding him. ]
[ If Bruce isn't going to say it, Barry will, because his thoughts are running along that same line of debauchery where nothing and no one else matters right now but the man pressed heavy at his back, fucking him hard into the mattress. ]
I'm such a slut β I love it. Love being fucked by you. [ Fingers twist and tug at the sheets, Barry pressing down against his arm, mouth hanging open as he buries his head in the sheets, until he's able to push himself up and throw his head back. Gasping. ] Don't want anyone else's cock but yours.
[ Barry glances back over his shoulder and pushes himself back onto the other man's cock a little harder. A little quicker. Watching the way he makes himself take it with glassy eyes and mouth hanging open. He really does love this. Love how it feels to be fucked and filled with the thickness of Bruce's cock that he's wanted all night and only now is being rewarded for being such a good boy with coming three times already. Bruce's cock is his treat for the night and Barry savors every single second of it.
When Bruce curls over him, Barry moans as he's forced to the mattress and whines at the deep and hard fucking he's given. The words yes, yes, yes β oh fuck yes leave his lips religiously as do slutty little whines, turning his head to try and nuzzle and kiss at Bruce wherever he can. ] Want you to come in my mouth. Want you on my face. I wanna be marked by you. Please.
[ A slutty little request he breathes back at Bruce, feeling his own orgasm about to hit him for the fourth time tonight. ]
Especially considering how much it's doing for him. Bruce isn't used to hearing much chatter during sex that doesn't skew towards demoralizing or goading. Wild, this sleeping with nice people thing. Maybe he needs to re-evaluate his type of preferred partner.
He meets Barry's messy kisses, bordering on mindless as he fucks him, rutting artlessly as he's pinned between him and the bed. Coordination seems like a too-far goal for a long moment, in which his only response is a groan that borders on a growl. Maybe he'll deny that, and just keep Barry here, immobile, and simply take.
Too much control for that, even if it's hanging on by a thread. Bruce sinks his teeth into Barry's shoulder as he slows down, just a rolling, deep grind for a moment before he stills entirely to push up on his knees, hauling Barry with him. It's a flipped mirror of how he'd held him before they started, except now the younger man is speared on his cock, his back pressed to Bruce's chest, suddenly upright. One strong arm holds him across his chest to get him in place without risk of sending either of them toppling over, the other moving to let him take Barry's cock in his hand. ]
You have to come first, [ Bruce tells him, low and dark against his ear. ] I want to feel you come on my cock, get so tight, fall apart. Look.
[ In the greyish morning light, fog from the lake surrounding them, a faint reflection is sketched into the windows. Bruce strokes his cock, snaps his hips up. And again. ]
[ The gasp that leaves his lips when Bruce sinks his teeth into his flushed skin β fucking hell, this man. This man that's taken his virginity in such a rough and possessive way that has Barry feeling almost positive he's ruined for anyone else after this. Not because of some purity thing. But because how can anyone compare to Bruce and the way he mindlessly fucks him like this? It's too good, too filthy, too much of Bruce exerting want and need for Barry just as he'd done when he'd recruited him for the Justice League. Even now, the threads of his loyalty to this man grow tighter as he's fucked, Bruce just having that sort of effect on him.
Fingers curl around Bruce's wrist β needing to just touch him in some way β gripping tight as he continues to moan for him. That's when he suddenly finds himself hauled off the mattress and onto his knees, head spinning in a hazy blur of blissed out confusion. At first, he thinks Bruce is about to pull out and there's a sound of heavy protest there on his lips at the thought. But when he feels that arm stretch across his chest and that hand begin to pump his cock, he relaxes β leans back into the other man, breath hitching at the new position with a face flushed and sweaty.
Then... those words.
Despite the filth that's spilled from his mouth, there's something about seeing the faint blur of his reflection in the windows that makes him feel shy. A sexual dreaminess to the way his reflection looks with Bruce behind him there, fucking him with sharp snaps of his hips, Barry still holds tight to the other man's wrist with his fingers, and he swallows down a whimper as he hangs his head, barely watching the way Bruce pumps his cock with his hand. ]
I'm gonna come for you... just you. I wanna come for you.
[ Words he barely manages to string together as he knocks his head back and rolls his against Bruce's, eyes shut, lips parted, panting. A mess ready to unravel within this man's embrace. Which he does. With breaths becoming more quick, more shallow, and blunt nails digging into the skin at Bruce's wrist, he shudders as he tries to bite back the sounds bubbling to his lips, but fails, letting them out with a violent trembling of his body. He's been pretty good thus far at not being too loud in the three times he's come already, but this fourth time... he can't. It all comes out in a heady cry, head tilted back there against Bruce's shoulder as his fourth orgasm of the night hits him and it's the hardest of them all. Thick ropes of cum spurt from the head of his cock, coating Bruce's fingers and spilling to the sheets beneath them. Barry a vibrating mess against the man's chest as his eyes snap open then and he stares up to the ceiling in his bliss, unable to speak, unable to think, his mind a blank mess of nothing. All he can do is come and gasp and hold tight to Bruce's wrist for some sort of support through it all. ]
[ He can be as loud as he wants. There's no one here but them; no one out here but them. Floating alone in some other dimension, practically, surrounded by the lake, and the woods, even the city lights obscured this far out. Bruce fucks him, chasing those sounds, that promise of his climax. It's almost too good when it happens, and he almost loses itβ
Doesn't. Stills and just clutches Barry instead, holding him and strokes his cock through it, marvelling at it. How long it goes on and how much of it there is, unbearably erotic. The way Barry moves, feeling it around his own stiff cock, still straining and desperate inside him, unbelievable. The hold he has around his chest seizes and he makes himself stop, not wanting to grab him too hard, but feeling a little insane being vibrated on.
Fuck.
Bruce stays like that, stroking him until he's got nothing left, coaxing every last drop out and thinking it's almost a shame he's not in a position to clean him up with his mouth. Trying to center himself so he doesn't come, clinging on to that request. He rubs over Barry's chest, and lower just above the root of his cock, nuzzling at his neck, panting. His cock twitches inside him, probably tangible even through the condom, and his breath catches. ]
[ As Bruce milks him for everything that he still has in him, Barry rocks those slender hips into that hand, gently fucking it almost with quiet little breaths and sounds. It feels so good to come like this β to have come for a fourth time in the span of a couple hours or so and the fact that it's with Bruce just makes it all the better to him. Makes it all the more sweeter.
Feeling the other man at his back like he is, Barry can't help but lean into him, feeling as if he might collapse from being sexually exhausted if he doesn't. Spent and in such a good way, he drops a hand down to stroke over his own cock and lets fingers get sticky with cum before he brings them up and presses them to Bruce's lips there at his neck, humming as he does. ]
I came so good for you.
[ Tired smile on his lips, he hums a little more to himself, swallowing as he rubs himself back against the other man, feeling the way that cock twitches inside him almost.
Reaching back, fingers card through Bruce's hair, Barry holding the back of the other man's head. With an almost delirious hum, he tilts his head back just enough to brush lips over Bruce's temple. ]
I wanna feel you come. I wanna taste you. Bruce.
[ The name is nothing more than a whisper against the man's skin, Barry scratching his fingers against the back of Bruce's head before he nuzzles him with nothing but pure adoration and affection for him. ]
[ Bruce curls forward, just a little, making Barry sway a bit but still keeping them both upright. Pressing into those kisses, wrapping both arms around his torso, accepting his sticky fingers. Kind of stuck in an in-between zone of trying not to come and also trying to figure out how he's going to move. Strategic genius becomes marginally challenging when all the blood is out of his brain and into his dick. ]
Okay.
[ βis not actually dismissive. Possibly funny, considering he's holding so still with his cock practically halfway to Barry's esophagus from here, like, you know, it's cool, he's having a perfectly calm moment.
He smooths his hands lower, getting in another sensual touch, the insides of Barry's thighs, before he moves back up to touch his chest and then help him get back down on the bed properly. He exhales as he reaches between them to pull out, careful with the thin latex, which he then peels off to the tune of a low sound. Oof. A part of him abstractly wonders if Barry can tell how careful he's being; he doesn't want to do anything too aggressive or pushy and freak him out. ]
Come here, [ is quiet, coaxing. He runs a hand over his back. ]
[ The sudden loss of Bruce inside him has Barry whine when the man pulls out, hand reaching out to brace himself on on the bed. He'd felt so full and stretched and good and now, he doesn't. He wonders if it's because of Bruce or if it just always feels that way after but, either way, he finds himself rocking back with his hips for a moment before glances over his shoulder and catches sight of Bruce peeling that condom off.
Four times coming in one night β he's tired β even with the sort of hyper metabolism that he has. Yet even with (finally) feeling a little more sluggish, he still finds himself wanting what he had asked of Bruce earlier and it's why he shifts about when Bruce asks him to come... again. Differently this time.
Twisting around, fingers reach out for that cock he's become so well acquainted with tonight and he strokes it with a hum on his lips, lazy brown eyes looking up to Bruce as he does. Rather than say anything, he wraps those shiny lips around the head of that cock and sucks with an eagerness that's wet and lewd. It doesn't take him long before he's sliding those lips down that cock and taking him into his mouth just like he'd done on the couch earlier. Quicker. Harder. Cheeks hollowed as he sucks on the very cock that had just been inside his ass a few moments ago. Fingers press at the base of his shaft, holding Bruce there as he fucks his mouth on that cock with slutty little sounds, slurping and drooling saliva all over him as he tries to get Bruce to give in and give him what he wants.
Flicking his gaze up to the man as he does, he pleads with him through those soft brown eyes. Mouth stretched, pinpricks of water at the edges of his eyes with how much he keeps taking in. Tell him he feels good, Bruce, and give him all your cum for being so good. ]
[ For a moment he's practically frozen, and not because of any weird hangups about receiving oral. (Though hey it's a good thing they used a condom after all if it's going in this order!!) (And there is a spark of that, somewhere far away; the position is particularly imbalanced. But Barry has wiggled in beneath some plate of armor or another.) He's so strung out and it took so much focus to stop fucking him that it takes him another second to re-engage.
But when he does.
Bruce says something, maybe an aborted swear word, that comes out little more than a choke of sound an air. Both hands clutch at Barry's hair before he forces himself to stop pulling to hard, one hand moving around to cradle his throat. ]
I can't really, [ he says, but doesn't finish the thought, finding himself slammed to the edge again like getting punched in the gut. I can't really last, perhaps. It won't take much.
Obviously.
He gasps, ] Barry.
[ His orgasm shoots through him, erasing all thought in a bright lance of sensation, spilling hot and hard into the younger man's mouth. It feels like it goes on and on, pulsing against him, a spasm wracking up his entire spine. He has to not grab his hair like that. Fuck. It's so good he's not sure where he is for a second. ]
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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?
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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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It's easy to excuse bad sex with someone you care for, and then be doubly bitter later when the care bleeds out. This way he gets a souvenir even if (even when, more likely, this is Bruce we're talking here) things go sour. And as aforementioned, Bruce really likes it. He loves this, wringing more out of him, winning those noises, and squirms, and greedy pushes back. ]
That's what's happening, [ he assures him with a low rumble, and rubs circles on his hips before getting a better grip. He snaps his pelvis forward, light, practically bouncing his cock in. A few quick thrusts, then, seeing how Barry takes it. Christ. He just wants to stay buried, he's so tight and hot. Bruce pulls back, careful not to go all the way so the condom doesn't get fucked up, and then in again, a long, full slide, letting him feel the whole length of him all over again, ending on a quick jab, punctuated by the wet sound of flesh meeting. ]
Feel good? [ Bruce pulls at his hips, fucks into him, doesn't pause after that question. Building more, the glide of it getting easier. Still leashed and in control, but on edge. He grunts, head tipped back. Mmnpphhfuck. ]
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[ The way his eyes roll back into his head and the slutty little sounds he makes as he fucks himself back on Bruce's cock... this is what he wants. This is what he needs. This is what he's been craving the moment he and Bruce first kissed back on that couch however long ago that was now. All of this has a tendency to just bleed together for the speedster, where the only thing he does know is that Bruce feels so good touching him, kissing him, fucking him in his bed like this. He's so glad he sent that text message off now.
Feeling the way that cock slides into him stirs something up in Barry every time Bruce gives it to him and it has him feeling filthy in ways that might have him come off a little slutty, a little bit like a whore in heat, but he doesn't seem to care. The only thing he does care about is fucking himself back on the cock and letting it fuck him as hard and deep as Bruce wants. ]
Your dick is so good. [ Words that drip from parted lips as he drops himself down onto his elbows, hips still up for Bruce to keep taking him from behind. ] Taking it so good.
[ Head hung between his shoulders, he moans. Loud. In fact, he finds he can't stop moaning as he rocks himself back against Bruce, arms coming to slide out from under him and drop his upper half down against the bed. Head down, ass up.
The desperate little whines of yes that he chants over and over again to himself are filthy and sweet in how genuine he means them. A mantra to the cock that feeds him this pleasure. Pleasure which his own cock bouncing against his stomach desperately wants and so he reaches between his own legs and strokes himself, gasping a little louder as he does. ]
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(And who doesn't want to hear Your dick is so good? The kind of thing you want to get printed on t-shirts.)
This position isn't the greatest for getting his hand on Barry's cock, at this sort of speed, so it's good that the younger man is taking initiative; though Bruce does have a moment where he thinks about pulling off just to flip him over and do it himself, bizarrely possessive in the midst of fucking. Happens. Moments likes that. Like this, too: ego-saving relief about the condom has already shifted to lizard-brain regret, wanting to fill him with cum, hot and filthy. But, his rational, tactical brain will think later, it's just one new layer of something else to try, if Barry ever wants more. Skin on skin and getting filled up.
(If he everβ
Bruce can hope. Can't he?)
He curls over his back, shifting his knees wider, pressing Barry down into himself and grinding into him, humping him deep and hard while barely pulling back. A heavy fuck that can't be sustained indefinitely, but feels so good while it goes. He's making low, rough sounds on every exhale, and he clutches at one of Barry's biceps, just holding him. ]
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I'm such a slut β I love it. Love being fucked by you. [ Fingers twist and tug at the sheets, Barry pressing down against his arm, mouth hanging open as he buries his head in the sheets, until he's able to push himself up and throw his head back. Gasping. ] Don't want anyone else's cock but yours.
[ Barry glances back over his shoulder and pushes himself back onto the other man's cock a little harder. A little quicker. Watching the way he makes himself take it with glassy eyes and mouth hanging open. He really does love this. Love how it feels to be fucked and filled with the thickness of Bruce's cock that he's wanted all night and only now is being rewarded for being such a good boy with coming three times already. Bruce's cock is his treat for the night and Barry savors every single second of it.
When Bruce curls over him, Barry moans as he's forced to the mattress and whines at the deep and hard fucking he's given. The words yes, yes, yes β oh fuck yes leave his lips religiously as do slutty little whines, turning his head to try and nuzzle and kiss at Bruce wherever he can. ] Want you to come in my mouth. Want you on my face. I wanna be marked by you. Please.
[ A slutty little request he breathes back at Bruce, feeling his own orgasm about to hit him for the fourth time tonight. ]
I've been so good β please.
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is not the right thing to say.
Especially considering how much it's doing for him. Bruce isn't used to hearing much chatter during sex that doesn't skew towards demoralizing or goading. Wild, this sleeping with nice people thing. Maybe he needs to re-evaluate his type of preferred partner.
He meets Barry's messy kisses, bordering on mindless as he fucks him, rutting artlessly as he's pinned between him and the bed. Coordination seems like a too-far goal for a long moment, in which his only response is a groan that borders on a growl. Maybe he'll deny that, and just keep Barry here, immobile, and simply take.
Too much control for that, even if it's hanging on by a thread. Bruce sinks his teeth into Barry's shoulder as he slows down, just a rolling, deep grind for a moment before he stills entirely to push up on his knees, hauling Barry with him. It's a flipped mirror of how he'd held him before they started, except now the younger man is speared on his cock, his back pressed to Bruce's chest, suddenly upright. One strong arm holds him across his chest to get him in place without risk of sending either of them toppling over, the other moving to let him take Barry's cock in his hand. ]
You have to come first, [ Bruce tells him, low and dark against his ear. ] I want to feel you come on my cock, get so tight, fall apart. Look.
[ In the greyish morning light, fog from the lake surrounding them, a faint reflection is sketched into the windows. Bruce strokes his cock, snaps his hips up. And again. ]
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Fingers curl around Bruce's wrist β needing to just touch him in some way β gripping tight as he continues to moan for him. That's when he suddenly finds himself hauled off the mattress and onto his knees, head spinning in a hazy blur of blissed out confusion. At first, he thinks Bruce is about to pull out and there's a sound of heavy protest there on his lips at the thought. But when he feels that arm stretch across his chest and that hand begin to pump his cock, he relaxes β leans back into the other man, breath hitching at the new position with a face flushed and sweaty.
Then... those words.
Despite the filth that's spilled from his mouth, there's something about seeing the faint blur of his reflection in the windows that makes him feel shy. A sexual dreaminess to the way his reflection looks with Bruce behind him there, fucking him with sharp snaps of his hips, Barry still holds tight to the other man's wrist with his fingers, and he swallows down a whimper as he hangs his head, barely watching the way Bruce pumps his cock with his hand. ]
I'm gonna come for you... just you. I wanna come for you.
[ Words he barely manages to string together as he knocks his head back and rolls his against Bruce's, eyes shut, lips parted, panting. A mess ready to unravel within this man's embrace. Which he does. With breaths becoming more quick, more shallow, and blunt nails digging into the skin at Bruce's wrist, he shudders as he tries to bite back the sounds bubbling to his lips, but fails, letting them out with a violent trembling of his body. He's been pretty good thus far at not being too loud in the three times he's come already, but this fourth time... he can't. It all comes out in a heady cry, head tilted back there against Bruce's shoulder as his fourth orgasm of the night hits him and it's the hardest of them all. Thick ropes of cum spurt from the head of his cock, coating Bruce's fingers and spilling to the sheets beneath them. Barry a vibrating mess against the man's chest as his eyes snap open then and he stares up to the ceiling in his bliss, unable to speak, unable to think, his mind a blank mess of nothing. All he can do is come and gasp and hold tight to Bruce's wrist for some sort of support through it all. ]
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Doesn't. Stills and just clutches Barry instead, holding him and strokes his cock through it, marvelling at it. How long it goes on and how much of it there is, unbearably erotic. The way Barry moves, feeling it around his own stiff cock, still straining and desperate inside him, unbelievable. The hold he has around his chest seizes and he makes himself stop, not wanting to grab him too hard, but feeling a little insane being vibrated on.
Fuck.
Bruce stays like that, stroking him until he's got nothing left, coaxing every last drop out and thinking it's almost a shame he's not in a position to clean him up with his mouth. Trying to center himself so he doesn't come, clinging on to that request. He rubs over Barry's chest, and lower just above the root of his cock, nuzzling at his neck, panting. His cock twitches inside him, probably tangible even through the condom, and his breath catches. ]
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Feeling the other man at his back like he is, Barry can't help but lean into him, feeling as if he might collapse from being sexually exhausted if he doesn't. Spent and in such a good way, he drops a hand down to stroke over his own cock and lets fingers get sticky with cum before he brings them up and presses them to Bruce's lips there at his neck, humming as he does. ]
I came so good for you.
[ Tired smile on his lips, he hums a little more to himself, swallowing as he rubs himself back against the other man, feeling the way that cock twitches inside him almost.
Reaching back, fingers card through Bruce's hair, Barry holding the back of the other man's head. With an almost delirious hum, he tilts his head back just enough to brush lips over Bruce's temple. ]
I wanna feel you come. I wanna taste you. Bruce.
[ The name is nothing more than a whisper against the man's skin, Barry scratching his fingers against the back of Bruce's head before he nuzzles him with nothing but pure adoration and affection for him. ]
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Okay.
[ βis not actually dismissive. Possibly funny, considering he's holding so still with his cock practically halfway to Barry's esophagus from here, like, you know, it's cool, he's having a perfectly calm moment.
He smooths his hands lower, getting in another sensual touch, the insides of Barry's thighs, before he moves back up to touch his chest and then help him get back down on the bed properly. He exhales as he reaches between them to pull out, careful with the thin latex, which he then peels off to the tune of a low sound. Oof. A part of him abstractly wonders if Barry can tell how careful he's being; he doesn't want to do anything too aggressive or pushy and freak him out. ]
Come here, [ is quiet, coaxing. He runs a hand over his back. ]
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Four times coming in one night β he's tired β even with the sort of hyper metabolism that he has. Yet even with (finally) feeling a little more sluggish, he still finds himself wanting what he had asked of Bruce earlier and it's why he shifts about when Bruce asks him to come... again. Differently this time.
Twisting around, fingers reach out for that cock he's become so well acquainted with tonight and he strokes it with a hum on his lips, lazy brown eyes looking up to Bruce as he does. Rather than say anything, he wraps those shiny lips around the head of that cock and sucks with an eagerness that's wet and lewd. It doesn't take him long before he's sliding those lips down that cock and taking him into his mouth just like he'd done on the couch earlier. Quicker. Harder. Cheeks hollowed as he sucks on the very cock that had just been inside his ass a few moments ago. Fingers press at the base of his shaft, holding Bruce there as he fucks his mouth on that cock with slutty little sounds, slurping and drooling saliva all over him as he tries to get Bruce to give in and give him what he wants.
Flicking his gaze up to the man as he does, he pleads with him through those soft brown eyes. Mouth stretched, pinpricks of water at the edges of his eyes with how much he keeps taking in. Tell him he feels good, Bruce, and give him all your cum for being so good. ]
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But when he does.
Bruce says something, maybe an aborted swear word, that comes out little more than a choke of sound an air. Both hands clutch at Barry's hair before he forces himself to stop pulling to hard, one hand moving around to cradle his throat. ]
I can't really, [ he says, but doesn't finish the thought, finding himself slammed to the edge again like getting punched in the gut. I can't really last, perhaps. It won't take much.
Obviously.
He gasps, ] Barry.
[ His orgasm shoots through him, erasing all thought in a bright lance of sensation, spilling hot and hard into the younger man's mouth. It feels like it goes on and on, pulsing against him, a spasm wracking up his entire spine. He has to not grab his hair like that. Fuck. It's so good he's not sure where he is for a second. ]
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