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[ Honestly, he'd expected that and it's why all he can do is lick his lips and nod, head ducking down for a brief moment as he does. ]

Yeah, I... can't imagine that you do.

[ Or that he himself does. Not that ~~The Flash~~ he's any busier than Bruce or Batman is, but. He's starting up a new job for himself and now wanting to test out his own theories of things that involve his speed and potential time travel via running, so. He's likely to be working long into the nights with trying to figure all of that out. Needing to get it all Just Right.

Shaking some of his hair out of his face, he smiles, fingers slipping down to rest there at Bruce's torso. ]

But, you know... if you're ever in the mood for making a guy come four times in one night or something... you have my number. [ A beat, his smile softens. ] Or if you just want some company. Helps that I don't really need a car or plane to get here.

[ Inside, there's a brief, unexpected laugh at the way Barry phrases it. Outside, he just looks faintly amused. Bruce presses a chaste kiss to his mouth, just a little teasing. Making a guy come that many times, indeed. Or something. ]

In that case, I hope I find you waiting for me sometime. [ Another kiss, a little less chaste. ] If you're ever in the mood.

[ He wonders if he's got it in himself to make time to see Barry, seek him out on his own. He'd like to think so - he has thought so, in the past - but it's never ended up working. Bruce loses himself in cases, in misery, in obsessions that are everything but the people he should be obsessed with. (Or is it a blessing that he doesn't fixate on people for good reasons the way he does for bad ones? Would he just ruin it in a new way?) ]

Nothing in this life is easy. But it can still be a life.

[ You know. If you thought he was all doom and gloom, there's this, too. The future isn't here yet. ]

Oh, buddy. I'm in the mood right now.

[ A raise of his brows, he chuckles then as he leans in to steal a quick kiss from those lips, a soft little hum lingering there on his lips as he nuzzles at the other man, arms loosely draped around that neck of his.

The thought of zipping over to see Bruce here and there is one he's already had on his mind since last night. It's easy enough for him to do and isn't exactly out of his way what with his speed and all, just. He doesn't want to impose or show up when Bruce is knee deep in whatever project or obsession he's got going on at the moment. Maybe he needs to do the tiktok challenge of "walking in nakey on my bf playing video games" and see just how Bruce reacts to it. He's... honestly not sure. Hm.

Either way, his gaze softens some as he listens to those words and the smile that touches his lips is warm and gentle. ]

A life with you in it?

[ Bruce makes a low sound into a kiss to the side of his mouth. Deep and warm and a bit like Don't threaten me with a good time, or whatever the serious Batman version of that is. The heavy subject matter has cut him away from earlier wandering thoughts, about how Barry looks sleepy and half exposed, but the potential to be lured back exists.

He gives him a look, the ghost of that earlier smile still there. ]

Well I'm not dead yet.

[ So. He gives Barry's side a squeeze, affectionate. ]

Until you're sick of me.

[ Easy enough to have the implication of being jokey. Offering his indefinite presence, with only Barry's dismissal a factor in if he'll vanish from his life. (Barring, of course, inevitable death and/or erasure from the timeline.) Bruce'll be here regardless, in whatever capacity he wants. ]

[ Do people get sick of Bruce? Is that A Thing? ]

And what if I never get sick of you?

[ Fingers lace together a little tighter there as arms stretch behind Bruce's neck, Barry nosing at the other man with a playfully warm smile there on his lips. Still on his lap. Still in that bathrobe of his. Still with it half open at the top there. ]

What if it's you who'll get sick of me?

[ Raising his brows, he gives a bit of a shift in Bruce's lap there, licking over his lips as he does, gaze dropping to his chest. ]

Get sick of some guy who wants to hang around you... wants to crawl in bed with you.

[ Wouldn't that be interesting. ]

Guess we'll have to see. [ Little teasing things, gentle offers for outs, are less awkward (at least he things so) than detailing things like: he's never experienced being sick of someone, as his relationships have all been so short and fraught. Ended by death, or by irreconcilable differences, many of which are rooted in his behavior. Barely able to make time for someone, and then being too intense in those rare shared days.

Bruce could always try changing that, but ... you know. Batman. He's got priorities and they are what they are. Barry deserves something better, but he hopes he can be good for him while they choose to fool around. The thought of it, and the hope that he won't hurt him, makes something warm spark in his chest.

They understand each other more than most. It could work. ]

Did you get enough rest? Speaking of bed.

[ Fooling around is bound to turn into Actual Feelings at least for one Barry Allen and, from the looks of things, he's already headed down that road and there's no signs of stopping or going down a different one any time soon.

A thoughtful hum, he leans into Bruce a little more then, eyes looking up as if truly considering the question. ]

If you want me back in your bed, all you have to do is ask.

[ Brushing the words against the other man's lips, he huffs a rather playful laugh then before he steals a quick kiss from that mouth, leaning back in his lap and letting arms slip from around that neck, hands resting against those pecs instead. ]

Did you? You didn't seem too... peaceful.

[ He thinks about it. Is it weird. Would it be too forward to pull him back in bed right now, or are they both just dancing around it, mutually trying not to seem sex obsessed. Well.

Bruce makes a thoughtful sound, thinking about that. Peaceful. ]

I slept well, [ he says, because he did. Conked right out after Barry, thoroughly exhausted after fucking him like that. ] I just don't sleep for very long at a time as a rule.

[ And that's, you know. That's all!! Nothing weird here. He's not an unstable nutjob who has dreams of another dimension and/or an apocalyptic future he might be responsible for because he can't seduce Superman. Or something. Christ, who even knows. It changes every time, bit by bit, and sometimes Bruce feels like it draws closer and closer every time he falls asleep.

Fortunately, he saw nothing but blackness sleeping beside Barry. Just rest. ]

No matter how worn out I am.

[ heyoo ]

[ Oh really. ]

Maybe you need a little convincing to.

[ Raising a brow, he wiggles his fingers there on Bruce's pecs, leaning in to steal another quick kiss from that mouth before he lean back, head cocking to the side, staring at the man while he stays there on his very comfy lap. ]

Come back to bed for a bit?

[ Words he softly speaks as the tips of his fingers run down those pecs and glide across those arms. Down down down, until they reach strong hands and lets his fingers slip through Bruce's, squeezing tight as he takes hold of those hands in his.

Slowly, he smiles. ]

Unless you'd rather bend me over here.

[ He's got a shirt on, a black long-sleeved thing, dully overpriced. But there's no fake persona slouch to his posture, and the solid muscle is unmistakable beneath Barry's hands. He could stand to eat a pie or something. Bruce laces his fingers through Barry's, returning the hold, pulling their hands up and balancing him on his lap, knees spreading a little wider to stabilize his perch. The chair just about accommodates it. ]

You like being on your hands and knees, huh, [ he observes, his tone deceptively casual for how closely he's watching him. Keyed in differently now, committing to sexuality without so much coyness. ] You must be getting yourself really deep when you do that alone.

[ Accusing him of being into porn and being a dildo size queen, yes. But there's nothing that seems judgemental. Just talking about is coaxing simmering arousal up, and it's fun, besides. He jiggles one knee, playfully seeing how well Barry can stay balanced there on his lap while he's got his hands pushed out. ]

[ The bounce has him hum a little but he doesn't lose his balance. Rather, he straightens himself up some and squeezes those hands back with a smile. One that is so very playful in its nonchalance. ]

Maybe I'll let you watch sometime.

[ An invitation to watch him masturbate and get himself off? It's more likely than you think, even if he's being rather cheeky about it in his typical way. ]

Would you like that, Bruce? Having me touching myself on your bed while you watch?

[ Raising his brows, he presses further. ]

If you have some things here you'd like me to use, I don't mind. You're just not allowed to touch. Unless I say so.

I would like that.

[ He leans in, getting him further off-balance, or trying to. Not trying to make him actually fall off, though. Playing back and forth. And he means it: he would very much like to watch Barry get himself off. The younger man is so enthusiastic and, he's learning, awfully horny. It's probably a hell of a sight even when he's alone, and not performing for an audience.

Another lean in, this one much quicker, one hand breaking away from their hold. Bruce doesn't have the speed force at his disposal, but he's still a ninja (if the hugest ninja to ever live). He pushes out then up, tipping Barry over his shoulder and walking them back around the divider to the bedroom area. ]

I don't keep much here, [ he tells him as he flips him onto the bed with a bounce, kneeling on the edge and leaning over him. ] Think you could hold out like that, bossing me around? Or would you give up and want me to fuck you?

[ There's a bit of bright and bubbly laughter at the sudden and unexpected hoisting up over his shoulder and Barry feels... happy. Never in a million years would he think of Bruce more or less dragging him off to bed like this but here they are.

His robe falls open completely when he drops down to the bed on his arms, unabashed by the way he lays back exposed for the other man. Bruce has seen, tasted, and felt more than enough of him last night for there to be no need to feel such a way after all.

Teeth drag over his bottom lip as he watches the way the other man kneels there on the edge of the bed and comes in close, fingers reaching out to playfully brush up that leg close to him, eyes never leaving his face as he does. ]

Would you like being bossed around by me?

[ Raising a brow, he trails that hand up that leg a little further. ]

Think I can?

[ Last night (and this morning) Bruce was less forward, taking time to feel (hah) everything out, learn about Barry, keep a close eye on him for any negative or nervous reactions. Now, he isn't quite as cautious, determining that they're comfortable enough with each other for it. He crawls over him, pushes him back, drags his hands down the younger man's exposed chest and lower over his hips, to the tops of his thighs. ]

I've been known to play along, once in a while. [ He brushes his fingers over Barry's cock, but doesn't stay. Leans in, muscles between his thighs, curls over him and presses a kiss to his mouth, deep and heated. Play along, because he really is happy to do just about anything to please his partner, but he's not inherently submissive. It's an almost impossible headspace for him to get into, and the bitter struggle to get there isn't something he'd want to put Barry through.

He kisses down his throat, begins to suck a red mark there at the base of his neck, pushing down fully clothed onto his bare skin. ]

What would you want me to do, if you were bossing me around?

[ Still, all that said, fuzzy handcuffs and saucy bossing-around are all very hot in their own ways. ]

[ Despite the playful thought of being the one to boss Bruce around, somehow the other man turns the tables on him and he finds his back pressed against the mattress, lips locked in a heated kiss he can't help but moan into. Barry could so easily fall into doing whatever Bruce says — whatever the other man asks of him and he wants to, is the thing.

Fingers stroke along Bruce's neck, soft little gasps spilling from his lips as he tilts his head back some, arching into the other man as he takes to sucking at his neck — at touching him wherever he so desires. It takes him a moment to collect his thoughts, to remember that he was, just seconds ago, playfully threatening to boss him around if he wanted. When it comes back to him, he looks down to the other man, hands smoothing along Bruce's shoulder blades in an attempt to keep him close. ]

You're such a cheater... [ Words he mutters with a quiet laugh on his lips before he's humming in thought. ] ...see how long you can go without touching me as I ride you. Maybe I'd cuff you so you can't. Just to be sure.

Mm? [ Innocently. A cheater, him, he has no idea what Barry's talking about. He stays low over him, close as he's clutched, though he does move down enough to press kisses over his chest and mouth at one nipple. Holding it lightly in his teeth for a moment, a teasing threat at something sharper.

He looks up, knife-sharp gaze tempered with warmth. Squeezes the younger man's side with one hand, just for an excuse to hold him tighter, feel more of his skin as he considers where to move next. ]

Do you want to ride me?

[ A brief, chaste kiss on one boob. ]

Guess that's what those handcuff questions were about after all.

[ And here he was thinking he'd overstepped with that line of humor, back in the car. ]

[ Bruce makes it very hard (in more ways than one) to focus on anything else that isn't him and Barry has to wonder if the other man is aware of that or not. Either way, not like he had much planned for the day what with it being the weekend and all, so. Being right here with Bruce for... however long... is more than ok with him. You know, until the man decides he needs his ~~time to brood~~ space away from others. For now, this is fine. This is good. This is more than Barry ever thought he would get.

The thought of riding Bruce is one he's had a couple times all on his own and so when the very real possibility of it is right there in front of him, Barry decides to take it.

By turning the tables.

With a slowed sort of speed about him, he clutches the man's arms and flips them. Bruce now against the bed with the speedster on top, straddling the man's lap, robe open. Wearing a playful little grin on his lips, he rocks those hips against the man's lap, fingers still holding tight to those arms. ]

You wanna see me ride you? See how much I like taking it from you?

[ Assuming slowed sort of speed still means speed force to some extent, and not a pudding-time pantomime—

Bruce goes with it because there's no other option, and because rolling like this is a hell of a lot easier (and more fun) than tumbling out of the way of gunfire or an explosion. He looks up at Barry, rolls his shoulders, flexes his arms against the younger man's grip, but doesn't try to break it. Just getting comfortable, as it were, though the expression on his face is all playful challenge. With only the tiniest bit of edge. ]

Yes. [ Well. He raises one knee, not enough to unseat Barry, just to give him some encouragement, top of his thigh pressing into the speedster's ass. ] I want to see you on my cock, deciding just how fast you want it, I want to watch your face when you lose it. Want to see if you can come just from that, without either of us touching you. Bet you'll feel like you're choking on it, in this position. Gravity pulling you all the way down.

[ Getting hard beneath him. It's easy, with someone like Barry, basically naked on his lap. Bruce hitches his hips up, teasing them both. ]

[ Honestly, even with how fast he is, Bruce could (probably) still take him with his fancy footwork and... arm work... and all.

The words Bruce feeds him stir something up within the speedster and Barry can feel it all go straight to his cock, hips raising just enough to shift a little better against him, hands holding at the other man's shoulders. ]

Mmm, yeah. I wanna choke on your cock until it's the only one I want, Mr. Wayne.

[ The grin he wears on his lips and the way he scrunches up his face in amusement shows he's teasing. For the most part. He does actually want to ride the fuck out of him until Bruce is the only thought in his mind for once.

Leaning down, he kisses the man, humming soft and eager against those lips before he pulls back just enough to flick his tongue over them, huffing a laugh as he lingers there. Nice and close. ]

I think I should suck you off first. What do you think? You miss my mouth already?

[ Even as he asks, he reaches down between them and tugs at the front of those pants Bruce has on. Deciding the man needs a little help with getting that cock of his out. ]

[ An eyebrow hikes up at Mr Wayne, though his incredulous expression is deliberately comical enough that it's clear he isn't questioning the use of his name. More like, what, you're thinking of somebody else's cock right now, or something? Schedule conflict, suddenly?

He kisses back, light, and then makes a thoughtful sound. ]

You do like that, don't you. [ Bruce facilitates that help, easily lifting his hips - and Barry - up, the younger man's weight resting on him bodily. His hesitance about receiving oral has not magically evaporated since last night, but he's willing to get over himself. It feels like it'd be an awfully picky princess thing to do, object all over again when he's already let him once. He trusts Barry, and his enthusiasm is as comforting as it is erotic.

Also. You know. Not like he didn't enjoy himself. ]

Do you like trying to get my brain to shut off? Or the feeling of being overwhelmed? [ He runs a hand over Barry's hair, messing it up, tangling fingers in black strands, letting him expose his stiffening cock before settling back down. ] Both?

[ If Barry knew of his slight aversion to wanting to be pleasured, he might take more care in how he goes about it and not be as playful and eager as he is. But, seems Bruce doesn't mind that eager enthusiasm too much. At least not enough to ask him not to.

With his cock free, fingers wrap around the base and while he goes to give him a few strokes to get him a little harder, he does so with a tilt of his head. With a soft sort of look there in his eyes. ]

I wanna take care of you... in every way that I can.

[ A quiet admission that lacks any trace of lust or sexual desire. It's more an honest desire of the good sort of person that Barry himself is and what it is that he feels for Bruce. That contrary to how the night has been and the playful filth that he drops from his lips to get a rise out of Bruce, it's more than that to him. Bruce is more than just a good time or someone he'd been hoping to bang. Maybe it's naive of him, Bruce capable of taking his pick at others more his age, more from the sort of lifestyle he has, but. All Barry can be is honest, just as he had been with his wanting to see him again. With his not wanting to forget.

Ducking his head, he laughs. Soft. Short. Licking over his lips as he glances up through dark strands of hair, fingers gently stroking over him still as he looks to him. ]

It's not me doing you a favor. I like it because I like you.

[ If Barry's fantasy crush Batman didn't have any hangups, well—

Alas.

But it isn't a boundary being violated. While there's an element of not wanting to disappoint Barry or hurt his feelings by turning him away, he doesn't think that he has to say yes. He trusts Barry enough to accept the attention that he normally finds too complicated in his overclocked, over-wired brain.

Although I wanna take care of you does push directly down onto that button. Bruce doesn't tense up, nothing like that, but he does look at him. Piercing. (Do I want to be taken care of. Can I accept that.)

(Is this too much emotion for a blowjob.) (Probably.) ]

That's all I care about, [ Bruce says quietly. That Barry wants to. That it's something mutual, and he likes it. This is all like quicksand and he should tell the younger man to leave, honestly, it's not worth getting so entangled with someone like him, he'll just make him sink deeper, deeper, darker.

Knock it off, he tells himself. ]

And how good you feel.

[ Bumps up with one knee again. Not so grimdark. ]

[ The grin he wears on his lips is soft but playful, head tilting as fingers free the older man's cock, giving it a few lazy pumps as he watches him from his lap. Being above the other man like this... it's different — he likes it and he hopes Bruce does too. ]

Yours is gonna be the only cock I want.

[ Lazy words with lazy pumps of his hand, he rocks against Bruce's lap a couple times — just as lazy — before he scoots down with a playful little hum, dropping down onto his elbows.

He wastes no time in showing his eagerness to have him in his mouth again, tongue flicking over the head of that cock before he wraps his lips around instead and sinks his mouth down him with a moan. He's slow and sensual in the way he sucks Bruce off this time, taking his time with enjoying the feel of the other man in his mouth, stroking him with fingers while practically massaging him with his tongue. He makes wet and lewd sounds as he does, glancing up every now and then and smiling around him, slow bobs of his head as eyes fall shut and he just enjoys it all.

Enjoys Bruce and how he feels slowly fucking his mouth. ]

[ Barry looks good sitting astride him like that - so good that it's almost a shame when he shimmies down, even if it is to suck his cock. Bruce skims hands over him as he moves, and rests one on his shoulder, the other lightly on his head. When Barry first gets his mouth on him it almost makes him jump, something electric snapping up his spine. Ridiculous that he can forget how good this feels, seeing how recently they were last doing it, but he really is out of the habit. And there's something different in his bed, in this room, sunlight filtering in. Stitching both parts of his life together.

Via sex. There are worse things. He tightens the hold on the back of his head, but not enough to restrict him. Breathes deep. Fuck. It's good and Barry is good, and he's harder than he thought he'd be, and fast.

The only downside is the position, which restricts his view, some. Sitting up all the way will not do fun things for Barry's neck, but after a short while he props himself up on one elbow, keeping his other hand in his hair. Combing fingers through, resting at the back of his skull. Quieter, his attempts at dirty talk fizzled out in favor of just breathing deep, composure melting away the longer Barry works at him.

A little gravelly, ] Do you want me to come like this?

[ For all the ways the world and others around him are slow, there's times like these where he enjoys that slowness — savors every second of a moment he wants to enjoy for as long as he can without having it be over within a matter of seconds. Being here with Bruce and with his cock stuffed in his mouth is one of those moments he seeks to enjoy for as long as he can.

Or, until Bruce goes and says something like that.

He treats the other man's cock to a few more lazy workings of his mouth before he pulls back with an audible and wet pop, saliva dripping from shiny lips that wear a lazy albeit playful grin on them. ]

No. I want you to come inside me.

[ The answer he gives is almost nonchalant as he tilts his head and pumps his cock a couple times, the speedster giving a lazy kiss to the head before he hums and crawls his way back up, looking to steal a kiss from Bruce's lips this time. ]

Do you want to come inside me this time? Fill me up nice and good?

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