[ Assuming slowed sort of speed still means speed force to some extent, and not a pudding-time pantomimeβ
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, wellβ
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 β 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 β just as lazy β 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 β 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?
Jesus, [ is under his breath, quiet and rasped when Barry pulls off like that. Trouble, that's what he is. The kind Bruce can sink into, lose days to, just tangled up with. He should be thinking Don't do that to this poor kid, but higher thoughts are fizzing out, presently.
When Barry disengages for the final time, his cock twitches, aching for it. But Bruce lets him move, just to reach in and wrap his hand around the younger man's erection. ]
What'd I say, about good habits? [ Wryly. Condoms. Is Bruce this out of touch. Is he this irresponsible. Probably yes to both, because his willpower has fucked off somewhere, as he rubs his calloused palm over his dick and teases the tender spot just below the head. ] Yeah. Come here.
[ He sits up easily, captures him for a kiss. Wants to taste himself in his mouth. The bedsheets are still a mess from this morning, the lube still tucked under the corner of a tousled sheet. Bruce sucks on his tongue and scoots him forward so he can grab his ass and squeeze it, spread him lewdly, fingers stroking between. ]
[ Bruce being a little more lewd with him gets Barry to smile against those lips, hand curving around to cradle the back of the older man's head as he rocks his hips against that lap, offering soft little hums to show how nice it feels to be in his lap like this.
When he's spread apart, he lifts his hips up just a little with a soft gasp against those lips, laughter softly spilling from him a second later as he noses at the other man, still holding to the back of his head. ]
I'll fuck those fingers later if you're good, [ he grins ] but they might get a little messy if you do.
[ Being filled with cum and all.
Barry shifts on that lap with a soft moan, thumbs stroking Bruce's cheekbones as he steadily rocks against the other man, eyes falling shut before he bumps his forehead with his, eyes fluttering open. ]
You gonna stretch me to take your cock again? Or should we just see if you made it a little easier to this morning?
[ What with the hard, deep fuck he'd been given. ]
[ Bruce nips at his mouth, presses in, murmurs, ] What's being good, exactly?
[ He's got his own ideas, though that's not a bad one. Close. We'll see. He gives one asscheek a light slap and then removes his hands so that he can tug his shirt up and over his head, staying in his upright position. Slips a hand back to his cock, playing with him, liking the feel of him, hot and hard. Thumbs over the tip, pressing against the slit. ]
Mm, I thought your speed force healing was a passive ability. [ Teasing lightly. No, he's not going to fuck Barry again with his huge dick on too-little prep no matter how well he took it last night. Maybe if he were someone baseline human, with muscles less prone to quick repair.
Barry did threaten to take charge, so. Maybe he can wheedle his way into making Bruce hurry. And speaking of lewdβ Bruce looks down so that he can spit on Barry's cock, playful revolting-pornographic, before he lays back down. Jostles him on his lap a bit before he snags the lubrication and reaches for his ass again. ]
[ The spit to his cock is a little surprising but nothing that turns off the speedster. In fact, it gets him humming a little in playful mischief as he winds those arms around that neck and grins nice and close to to the other man. How dirty of him... he kind of likes it.
Sadly, Bruce slips away from him and drops back down against the bed, Barry losing that close contact with him but drops down after him with a rock of his hips and that grin still on his lips. The way the other man squeezes and fondles and smacks his ass has pleased little gasps spilling from him, teeth sinking down into his bottom lip as he grinds a bit against the man. Just because he can.
At Bruce's request, however, Barry tilts his head. ]
Make me.
[ Ohhhh so bratty and wanting to show that he's capable of calling the shots, too. After all, isn't that what they both are in terms of one another? Equal? ]
Make me want to jack off for you and maybe I will.
[ Just because he's weird about getting blown doesn't mean he isn't perfectly nasty about everything else. Lurking under his stoic demeanour and expensive shirts.
Bruce pinches the curve of his butt. Not too lightly. ]
Oh, [ is playing along cheer, forcibly ditzy socialite, ] anything for you, sir.
[ Now assuming Barry doesn't just puke on himβ
He's gotten lube on the fingers of one hand, and now he's rubbing around Barry's entrance, not pushing in. Just seeing how sore or not he is, enjoying whatever feeling remains of him having been so stretched out by his cock a few hours ago. Which is, speaking of, hard and still sticky from Barry's mouth, glancing up against the younger man perched above him. Clothes still on. He should do something about that; take his shoes and socks off, at least. Trousers are one thing, but socks? Christ. ]
I have to admit, if you don't, I'll still like looking at you. I wonder if you'll start dripping down yourself without anyone's hands on you.
[ Barry is gorgeous, and so is his cock. Bruce likes his view. ]
[ Barry's still a little sore from his earlier and first dicking from the older man, but. Is it enough to stop him from wanting that cock again? No, no it's not. In fact, it just makes him want it all the more what with having had it already. Careful, Bruce. Do you really need a speedster of all people to get addicted to your cock? You might end up fucking a lot more than usual.
He moans an almost slutty little moan when those fingers rub over his hole as they do, Barry tilting his head back before he leans back in to nose at the other man's cheek, enjoying the contact and the warmth and how much more sexual he can be and feels with the man. Ways he's never really let himself be or feel before, if he's honest. ]
Anyone's hands, huh?
[ With a huff of laughter, he rocks himself back against those fingers, almost teasing them to slip inside if they want. ]
You the type to enjoy watching? [ A tilt of his head. ] Watching someone else fill me up and taking it like I do with you?
[ Bruce takes his time stubbornly. Massaging lube into his hole, just barely pushing inside with fingertips. Letting his cock drag along the places where their bodies come together, gaze straying to the way Barry's sways with his movement. When he rocks back, Bruce squeezes one side of his ass in one hand, and shifts his other hand forward enough to rub slippery substance against his perineum, coming to press his knuckles against the underside of his balls. Following instructions, not touching his cock. ]
I don't know if anyone can make you take it like I do. [ :)? Shut up Bruce you've boned once. His thumb slips higher against the base of his cock, pressing against the root of that vein. ]
Mm. [ He gets more lube, works one finger inside of him, careful. Holding him still by keeping a grip on his butt. ] Maybe a mirror.
[ No stranger to threeways or group sex, Bruce still isn't interested in thinking about anyone else, right now. Too easy to send his mind down some paranoid, unrelated rabbit hole. As pretty as Barry might look caught between two people. He circles the tip of that finger over where he knows his prostate is, gentle and light. Doesn't press on it, though, and withdraws before he can start squirming. Back to stretching him with any deeper penetration, thorough and dedicated. ]
[ They may have only boned once thus far, but those words excite Barry in a way that has his cock leaking precome at the thought of taking Bruce's cock so well over and over again. Really, who else would he end up fucking like this? Not like he's looking to go down the line of team members and find out who the better fuck is, gosh.
The sounds he makes when Bruce touches him from the inside are eager and slutty, just like the speedster himself feels with being on the other man's lap like he is. He wants to sink down onto that thick cock and just take him like he did before, but Bruce is Bruce and he does appreciate his wanting to make sure he's good and ready to take him again, what with what having been his first time and all on the receiving end of things.
It's just really hard to want to when he's got fingers on and up his ass, his own cock aching and leaking, and Bruce's cock there nice and hard and just waiting to be ridden like it's the only one he needs. ]
Uhnβ so I can see how good I look taking your cock?
[ He chuckles, shifting his hips a bit, letting him rock back against that hard cock. ]
I want you inside me so bad. I wanna show you how much I love taking your cock.
[ The first time after his first time, mere hours later, like they're both idiot, horny teenagers. The way he's fingering Barry is making a mess of slippery goo on his skin, dripping down on to Bruce's cock and the waistband of his shoved-down pants and underwear; he has refrained from mentioning the less fun (but(t) potentially comical) consequences awaiting him later in the bathroom. Talk about killing the mood. Barry wants it bareback now (a thought that makes Bruce's cock twitch), though, so maybe he should. Hey, lube rejection is going to be your entire rectum experience for the next few days.
Not this second.
He has more fingers in him now, letting him get used to the stretch, watching closely for any flinching. Somewhat restless, his own erection flushed a deep shade, ache obvious practically from fucking space. To alleviate the desire to do something he does off one shoe. Practical applications of ninja skill. ]
[ The more he's stretched, the more he moans, rocking back against those fingers inside him as hands grasp at the sheets on either side of Bruce's head and the speedster more or less begins to fuck those fingers, breathy little pants leaving his lips as he does.
The way his hair falls in front of his face as he ducks his head masks the tight squeeze of his eyes, lips parted and fingers clutching tight to sheets he'd done the same thing to before however many hours ago it's been now. He'd come on Bruce's fingers before but he doesn't want to now. Sure he can catch that second wind in a couple minutes or so, but he's not looking to be fucked over and over again like last night β this morning? Like their first go at all of this.
Granted, that train of thought might change, who knows. But for the moment, he wants this and Bruce and the whine he gives is enough to show how much he does. ]
I'm not touching myself for you.
[ He gasps, stubborn. ]
But I'll touch you for me.
[ Unclenching a fist there beside Bruce's head, he reaches down between them and grasps the other man's cock. Stroking it. Hard and slow. Face flushed and lips parted as he does while looking down to him. ]
[ Bruce grunts, hips jerking up when Barry takes him in hand. He reins it in, exhaling slowly, and looks up to stare at the younger man flatly. You little brat. He screws his fingers in deeper, presses right up against the spot inside of him. ]
If you get me off too soon, [ he points out, ] you're only giving yourself a harder time.
[ Harder. Is that a pun? Not really. His brain is slightly scrambled, having been simmering somewhere near a maybe-edge when Barry sucked him, and now this. His hand feels good, because everything about him feels good, and he wants to hitch up into it and really get it going. But he doesn't, because they're in some kind of standoff now, for some reason. His other shoe is off. Socks now. Rocking his hand into the slick clench of him, fingers stretching, rubbing. He holds his ass firmly with his other hand, squeezing it, pulling him down into his fingers.
Slightly breathless, ] Looks uncomfortable.
[ Barry's cock, hard and leaking, suspended there between them. ]
[ The sound he makes when Bruce screws those fingers up inside him is almost a little pained but it's laced with a pleasure that makes him shudder above the other man at the same time and he reaches out to brace himself on a hand, pressing it hard into the mattress beside the man's head. He's not sure how this standoff happened but here they are.
Heavy gasps leave his lips as he rocks hard against those fingers, head bowing and fingers clutching tight at bed sheets. Bruce really gets off on fucking him with his fingers, doesn't he? ]
Take your fingers out.
[ He whines, just as breathless, face flushed and skin feeling warm. ]
[ Bruce gets off on getting him off. But Barry tells him to do that, and so he does, pulling back to hold him by his hips. With a lover he has more experience with, he might whisper No and continue to tease, but this is still so new, and Barry's only just figuring it out. No matter that he's hitting a hell of a stride, easy and incredibly hot. He deserves courtesy from Bruce regardless.
For now.
He gives him a look, shifts his hips up to unsettle his weight - slow, holding him in place while he lowers back down, getting comfortable. And then he removes his hands and stretches them up over his head, and grabs the hand Barry has pressed to the mattress. He pushes him up, taking his weight easily.
All that talk about riding him with his hands pinned, well. Here you go.
[ Bruce is Very Lucky that he decides to give in to Barry's demands. No one wants an unhappy horny speedster on their hands now do they?
There's a moment where Barry's mind catches up to what Bruce has said and when it does, he almost purrs at the older man giving in to what he wants. Really, doesn't he enjoy seeing the younger man so pleased with him? Sure his smile may be a little more on the deliriously satisfied sort of side rather than sheepish yet warm, but. Barry's still happy and that's really all that matters, isn't it?
Well. That and having that cock inside him.
Fingers curl around the other man's wrists, more for something to hold onto rather than to try and restrain the man and with a slow rock of his hips there on that lap, he shifts a little, brushing himself over the head of that thick cock. ]
Wonder if you'll feel even better this time.
[ Softly, he chuckles, leaning down just enough to steal a sweet kiss from those lips before he pulls himself back and rocks against that cock again. Teasing. Feeling him out. Wanting to draw out the anticipation for just a couple seconds longer before he's sinking himself down onto the head, breath hitching as he does.
Eyes fall shut, breathless little gasps leaving his lips as he sinks. Lower. Lower. Lower. Taking the other man inside his (thoroughly) stretched hole, letting him fill him up as he sinks down β stopping, just for a second to raise his hips some, before he sinks back down. Nice and slow and still so tight for him. ]
[ Bruce holds still, letting Barry have what he needs. Aware that any greedy twitch upwards runs the risk of being too much too fast, or just downright painful. Unacceptable outcomes. He breathes quietly, slowly, eyes open. Refusing to miss the way Barry's face shifts in concentration, or the sight of his cock pushing into his body, or how hard the younger man stays (or doesn't).
Beautiful. Honestly.
The smallest of movement, flexing his hands, breathing deep. There's always a curl of an instinct in his gut that'll make him want to sit up, flip them over, fuck into him. Push his knees back practically to his ears and pound the come right out of him. But he lets it simmer and stays, eyes on him, drinking up those little gasps, his careful movements, the incremental sinking like he's determined to stuff himself until he can't possibly take any more.
Bruce rubs one thumb against Barry's hand. Comforting. It's a contrast to the slightly shit-eating sound of his voice when he asks, ] Doing okay?
[ Well, Bruce. Maybe you'll have your chance for that if you're good.
If he weren't so busy taking a cock up his ass, he might pinch Bruce for that tone of his voice but, as it stands, he merely moans in response as he sinks down a little more onto him. Stops, again. Then pulls back just enough to take him back in. Nice and slow. Starting to rock against him as he does. ]
Mm, yeah.
[ Eyes still shut, he slowly begins to find a rhythm for himself β finds a way that makes it feel good for him as he gets more used to taking that cock like this... in riding a cock β Bruce's cock here on the bed.
Fingers clutch tight to Bruce's forearms, lips parted and soft little breaths spilling from him. He's still so stretched from the way Bruce had more or less fingerfucked him for a bit, but still so tight at the same time, swallowing up that cock he's fed with every rock of his hips back onto it like he's made for it β like he's the perfect fit for it. ]
You feel so good.
[ Soft praise he gives the man as he hangs his head between his shoulders and pushes back onto that cock a little harder with every rock, gasping as he feels himself full and stretched. ]
[ Barry's so tight around him, and between the inescapable pull of gravity and the fact that they're fully skin to skin makes it so more intense than the time before. He's glad he stretched him like he did, he imagines it'd be too much for the both of them. No need for Bruce to embarrass himself any more than for Barry to end up injured. His next breath is slow in, almost hissed out, shifting just so, restless and wanting, but still refusing to move too soon.
And there's something about this he likes, too. A lot. A slow burning tease. Bruce normally only applies his considerable patience to utilitarian things. This kind of good is like shoving fingers against a nearly-healed bruise, aching, satisfying. His cock throbs, he can feel the way he's leaking inside of him, wet and arm alongside all the slippery lube that's doing its best to make things comfortable. ]
Think it might love being in you, [ he says, a low scratchy rumble. He does not raise a knee, but his thigh flexes like he's thinking about it. Pants still on. A tangle of leftover clothes, between that and Barry's robe. He watches him, bowed over so close, and his breath hitches when the younger man gives him a little rock back. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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?
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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.
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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. ]
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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 β just as lazy β 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. ]
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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?
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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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When Barry disengages for the final time, his cock twitches, aching for it. But Bruce lets him move, just to reach in and wrap his hand around the younger man's erection. ]
What'd I say, about good habits? [ Wryly. Condoms. Is Bruce this out of touch. Is he this irresponsible. Probably yes to both, because his willpower has fucked off somewhere, as he rubs his calloused palm over his dick and teases the tender spot just below the head. ] Yeah. Come here.
[ He sits up easily, captures him for a kiss. Wants to taste himself in his mouth. The bedsheets are still a mess from this morning, the lube still tucked under the corner of a tousled sheet. Bruce sucks on his tongue and scoots him forward so he can grab his ass and squeeze it, spread him lewdly, fingers stroking between. ]
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When he's spread apart, he lifts his hips up just a little with a soft gasp against those lips, laughter softly spilling from him a second later as he noses at the other man, still holding to the back of his head. ]
I'll fuck those fingers later if you're good, [ he grins ] but they might get a little messy if you do.
[ Being filled with cum and all.
Barry shifts on that lap with a soft moan, thumbs stroking Bruce's cheekbones as he steadily rocks against the other man, eyes falling shut before he bumps his forehead with his, eyes fluttering open. ]
You gonna stretch me to take your cock again? Or should we just see if you made it a little easier to this morning?
[ What with the hard, deep fuck he'd been given. ]
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[ He's got his own ideas, though that's not a bad one. Close. We'll see. He gives one asscheek a light slap and then removes his hands so that he can tug his shirt up and over his head, staying in his upright position. Slips a hand back to his cock, playing with him, liking the feel of him, hot and hard. Thumbs over the tip, pressing against the slit. ]
Mm, I thought your speed force healing was a passive ability. [ Teasing lightly. No, he's not going to fuck Barry again with his huge dick on too-little prep no matter how well he took it last night. Maybe if he were someone baseline human, with muscles less prone to quick repair.
Barry did threaten to take charge, so. Maybe he can wheedle his way into making Bruce hurry. And speaking of lewdβ Bruce looks down so that he can spit on Barry's cock, playful revolting-pornographic, before he lays back down. Jostles him on his lap a bit before he snags the lubrication and reaches for his ass again. ]
Show me how you like to jack yourself off.
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Sadly, Bruce slips away from him and drops back down against the bed, Barry losing that close contact with him but drops down after him with a rock of his hips and that grin still on his lips. The way the other man squeezes and fondles and smacks his ass has pleased little gasps spilling from him, teeth sinking down into his bottom lip as he grinds a bit against the man. Just because he can.
At Bruce's request, however, Barry tilts his head. ]
Make me.
[ Ohhhh so bratty and wanting to show that he's capable of calling the shots, too. After all, isn't that what they both are in terms of one another? Equal? ]
Make me want to jack off for you and maybe I will.
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Bruce pinches the curve of his butt. Not too lightly. ]
Oh, [ is playing along cheer, forcibly ditzy socialite, ] anything for you, sir.
[ Now assuming Barry doesn't just puke on himβ
He's gotten lube on the fingers of one hand, and now he's rubbing around Barry's entrance, not pushing in. Just seeing how sore or not he is, enjoying whatever feeling remains of him having been so stretched out by his cock a few hours ago. Which is, speaking of, hard and still sticky from Barry's mouth, glancing up against the younger man perched above him. Clothes still on. He should do something about that; take his shoes and socks off, at least. Trousers are one thing, but socks? Christ. ]
I have to admit, if you don't, I'll still like looking at you. I wonder if you'll start dripping down yourself without anyone's hands on you.
[ Barry is gorgeous, and so is his cock. Bruce likes his view. ]
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He moans an almost slutty little moan when those fingers rub over his hole as they do, Barry tilting his head back before he leans back in to nose at the other man's cheek, enjoying the contact and the warmth and how much more sexual he can be and feels with the man. Ways he's never really let himself be or feel before, if he's honest. ]
Anyone's hands, huh?
[ With a huff of laughter, he rocks himself back against those fingers, almost teasing them to slip inside if they want. ]
You the type to enjoy watching? [ A tilt of his head. ] Watching someone else fill me up and taking it like I do with you?
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I don't know if anyone can make you take it like I do. [ :)? Shut up Bruce you've boned once. His thumb slips higher against the base of his cock, pressing against the root of that vein. ]
Mm. [ He gets more lube, works one finger inside of him, careful. Holding him still by keeping a grip on his butt. ] Maybe a mirror.
[ No stranger to threeways or group sex, Bruce still isn't interested in thinking about anyone else, right now. Too easy to send his mind down some paranoid, unrelated rabbit hole. As pretty as Barry might look caught between two people. He circles the tip of that finger over where he knows his prostate is, gentle and light. Doesn't press on it, though, and withdraws before he can start squirming. Back to stretching him with any deeper penetration, thorough and dedicated. ]
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The sounds he makes when Bruce touches him from the inside are eager and slutty, just like the speedster himself feels with being on the other man's lap like he is. He wants to sink down onto that thick cock and just take him like he did before, but Bruce is Bruce and he does appreciate his wanting to make sure he's good and ready to take him again, what with what having been his first time and all on the receiving end of things.
It's just really hard to want to when he's got fingers on and up his ass, his own cock aching and leaking, and Bruce's cock there nice and hard and just waiting to be ridden like it's the only one he needs. ]
Uhnβ so I can see how good I look taking your cock?
[ He chuckles, shifting his hips a bit, letting him rock back against that hard cock. ]
I want you inside me so bad. I wanna show you how much I love taking your cock.
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Not this second.
He has more fingers in him now, letting him get used to the stretch, watching closely for any flinching. Somewhat restless, his own erection flushed a deep shade, ache obvious practically from fucking space. To alleviate the desire to do something he does off one shoe. Practical applications of ninja skill. ]
Do you want me bad enough to touch yourself?
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The way his hair falls in front of his face as he ducks his head masks the tight squeeze of his eyes, lips parted and fingers clutching tight to sheets he'd done the same thing to before however many hours ago it's been now. He'd come on Bruce's fingers before but he doesn't want to now. Sure he can catch that second wind in a couple minutes or so, but he's not looking to be fucked over and over again like last night β this morning? Like their first go at all of this.
Granted, that train of thought might change, who knows. But for the moment, he wants this and Bruce and the whine he gives is enough to show how much he does. ]
I'm not touching myself for you.
[ He gasps, stubborn. ]
But I'll touch you for me.
[ Unclenching a fist there beside Bruce's head, he reaches down between them and grasps the other man's cock. Stroking it. Hard and slow. Face flushed and lips parted as he does while looking down to him. ]
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If you get me off too soon, [ he points out, ] you're only giving yourself a harder time.
[ Harder. Is that a pun? Not really. His brain is slightly scrambled, having been simmering somewhere near a maybe-edge when Barry sucked him, and now this. His hand feels good, because everything about him feels good, and he wants to hitch up into it and really get it going. But he doesn't, because they're in some kind of standoff now, for some reason. His other shoe is off. Socks now. Rocking his hand into the slick clench of him, fingers stretching, rubbing. He holds his ass firmly with his other hand, squeezing it, pulling him down into his fingers.
Slightly breathless, ] Looks uncomfortable.
[ Barry's cock, hard and leaking, suspended there between them. ]
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Heavy gasps leave his lips as he rocks hard against those fingers, head bowing and fingers clutching tight at bed sheets. Bruce really gets off on fucking him with his fingers, doesn't he? ]
Take your fingers out.
[ He whines, just as breathless, face flushed and skin feeling warm. ]
I wanna ride you.
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For now.
He gives him a look, shifts his hips up to unsettle his weight - slow, holding him in place while he lowers back down, getting comfortable. And then he removes his hands and stretches them up over his head, and grabs the hand Barry has pressed to the mattress. He pushes him up, taking his weight easily.
All that talk about riding him with his hands pinned, well. Here you go.
Bruce smiles at him. Just a little. ]
Alright.
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There's a moment where Barry's mind catches up to what Bruce has said and when it does, he almost purrs at the older man giving in to what he wants. Really, doesn't he enjoy seeing the younger man so pleased with him? Sure his smile may be a little more on the deliriously satisfied sort of side rather than sheepish yet warm, but. Barry's still happy and that's really all that matters, isn't it?
Well. That and having that cock inside him.
Fingers curl around the other man's wrists, more for something to hold onto rather than to try and restrain the man and with a slow rock of his hips there on that lap, he shifts a little, brushing himself over the head of that thick cock. ]
Wonder if you'll feel even better this time.
[ Softly, he chuckles, leaning down just enough to steal a sweet kiss from those lips before he pulls himself back and rocks against that cock again. Teasing. Feeling him out. Wanting to draw out the anticipation for just a couple seconds longer before he's sinking himself down onto the head, breath hitching as he does.
Eyes fall shut, breathless little gasps leaving his lips as he sinks. Lower. Lower. Lower. Taking the other man inside his (thoroughly) stretched hole, letting him fill him up as he sinks down β stopping, just for a second to raise his hips some, before he sinks back down. Nice and slow and still so tight for him. ]
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Beautiful. Honestly.
The smallest of movement, flexing his hands, breathing deep. There's always a curl of an instinct in his gut that'll make him want to sit up, flip them over, fuck into him. Push his knees back practically to his ears and pound the come right out of him. But he lets it simmer and stays, eyes on him, drinking up those little gasps, his careful movements, the incremental sinking like he's determined to stuff himself until he can't possibly take any more.
Bruce rubs one thumb against Barry's hand. Comforting. It's a contrast to the slightly shit-eating sound of his voice when he asks, ] Doing okay?
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If he weren't so busy taking a cock up his ass, he might pinch Bruce for that tone of his voice but, as it stands, he merely moans in response as he sinks down a little more onto him. Stops, again. Then pulls back just enough to take him back in. Nice and slow. Starting to rock against him as he does. ]
Mm, yeah.
[ Eyes still shut, he slowly begins to find a rhythm for himself β finds a way that makes it feel good for him as he gets more used to taking that cock like this... in riding a cock β Bruce's cock here on the bed.
Fingers clutch tight to Bruce's forearms, lips parted and soft little breaths spilling from him. He's still so stretched from the way Bruce had more or less fingerfucked him for a bit, but still so tight at the same time, swallowing up that cock he's fed with every rock of his hips back onto it like he's made for it β like he's the perfect fit for it. ]
You feel so good.
[ Soft praise he gives the man as he hangs his head between his shoulders and pushes back onto that cock a little harder with every rock, gasping as he feels himself full and stretched. ]
I love your cock. Feels so good in me.
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And there's something about this he likes, too. A lot. A slow burning tease. Bruce normally only applies his considerable patience to utilitarian things. This kind of good is like shoving fingers against a nearly-healed bruise, aching, satisfying. His cock throbs, he can feel the way he's leaking inside of him, wet and arm alongside all the slippery lube that's doing its best to make things comfortable. ]
Think it might love being in you, [ he says, a low scratchy rumble. He does not raise a knee, but his thigh flexes like he's thinking about it. Pants still on. A tangle of leftover clothes, between that and Barry's robe. He watches him, bowed over so close, and his breath hitches when the younger man gives him a little rock back. ]
Fuck, Barry.
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