[ 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. ]
[ The thought that Bruce might want more from him in the future is a thrilling one. After all, they'd teased each other about that back in the kitchen and while the man claims he doesn't always have the time for moments like this, Barry will take any and all that he can take from the man and lap them up in ways he would he cum spilling from his cock. He wants more of this. More of Bruce. He wants all of this for himself.
A loll of his head, he rides him a little harder, head hanging between his shoulders as eyes keep shut, and lips continue to give the other man those pleased little sounds to show how much he enjoys riding him like he is. ]
Mm, fucking me so good.
[ Shifting, he leans himself back, letting hands fall to the other man's thighs and he moves against him, robe open and cock bouncing with every of his hips. Barry's eyes fall shut, lips parting with breathless little gasps, head knocking back as he rides him hard and slow and just takes that cock as much as he can β lets it stretch him even more than he's already been. He loves it. Loves how slow and hard this all is. ]
You're doing most of it, [ Bruce points out, breathless. Not so much fucking him as laying there exerting effort to hold still, to not rock his hips up into that perfect clench around his cock. And then Barry does that and Bruce groans, shifting his weight beneath him. A restless tense and release as he stares at him, his gaze fixed, glassy with arousal.
He doesn't snap his hands forward, but he does lower them. Deliberately sets them on Barry's knees where they're straddled over him, and he palms up his thighs to the curve of his hips. Not pulling him down, just holding there, pressing fingers into the meat of him around the strong arch of his iliac bones. Beneath him, every expanse of Bruce's body is almost too muscular to be comfortable, but at least stable. Barry looks so good speared on his cock, sweating and needy and enjoying himself, his own hard and swaying in front of him. Christ. He can't help it, and squeezes his sides harder, rumbling a low moan. ]
You look like this is exactly where you're supposed to be.
[ Getting stuffed and stretched and filled. Bruce feels a curl of possessive desireβ he won't let himself act on it, knowing better, but he can imagine for a moment. Keeping him, just for this. Just for fucking him every time he falls back into bed, in the muddied morning light. ]
[ Barry can feel some part of him slip away the more he rides that cock he's fed. That awkward, sheepish part of him replaced by a more confident β a more slutty and playful side of him that adores the way Bruce fucks him and the sex they've had over the course of however many hours it's been now. Four times in one go, in a way, with a fifth on the way here. It's the most sex he's ever had and he feels addicted to how good it all is β where he doesn't have to think about anything else. Just the way Bruce and that cock make him feel.
Slowing in how he moves against him, he looks down to Bruce then, licking over his lips at those words stir something a little more slutty within him. ]
You want me to be here? Taking your cock whenever you want?
[ With a slow roll of his hips, he rocks against that lap in a way that's painfully good even for him and moans as he lets his head fall back again, just staying like that and feeling how full he is with having the entire length of that cock inside him.
When he finally finds it within himself to look back down to the man with face flushed and skin slick with sweat, he hums quietly to himself and begins to slowly roll those hips of his again on that lap. Watching Bruce with eyes heavy in their desire. ]
Want you to breed me. Want your cock to be the only one I want.
[ Falling forward, he braces himself on his hands and kisses Bruce. Deeply. Rocking harder and quicker against that cock as he feels his own twitching from how badly he wants to come. ]
Fuck me, Bruce. Fuck me and make me yours.
[ Words he trails with open-mouthed kisses along the other man's chin and over his lips, rocking harder, harder, harder as he bounces back on that cock like it's all he needs right now. Like being fucked by this man is the only thing that matters to him and the only thing that can give him what he needs deep down. ]
Wanna come for you. Want you to be the reason I come.
[ When Barry takes him in and holds there like that, Bruce grabs his hips, hard, clenching there, groaning something strangled. The brief concern that sparks in him about the younger man hurting himself is immediately burned away when he starts talking. Jesus fuck.
He can'tβ
So he doesn't. Bruce moves, rocking up into those desperate rocks down. Holding Barry and pulling him onto his cock, helping him move back up, not letting him get too far away. He can feel the younger man's cock against his abdomen, like an iron brand. He wants to watch him come, feel it make a mess everywhere. In his mind's eye he sees himself taking it in hand and stroking him until he finishes, but like the thought of holding still, he discards that, too.
A quick movement to flip them over and pin Barry on his back, still buried deep inside of him, like there's nowhere else for his cock to be. He pushes one of his legs up, knee by his head, the other free, and fucks into him, hard. Harder. Kisses him with breathless, messy kisses, curled over him, caging him in.
(Where the fuck did you learn to talk like that.)
He doesn't say anything. With one hand occupied at the back of his knee, he moves the other - not to his straining dick, not yet, but to the side of his face. Tender in stark contrast. Just for a moment. ]
[ Slutty little repeats of yes, yes, yes spill from his lips over and over again every single time Bruce forces him to take that cock and he loves it. He loves being filled and fucked by this man and his cock. He swears he could take it forever and never get tired of it β that he could be such a good fuck for Bruce and let him stick his dick in whatever hole of his he wants. He'd take it. He'd take it and love it and thank him for it with being an eager little mess until he couldn't think anymore and even then, he'd let Bruce keep going if he wanted. That's how much he loves this and needs this. How much he needs this man like this. Thick and hard inside him, stretching him to the point where he's the perfect fit for him.
That touch to his face is met with a brush of wet lips over the heel of his palm, the speedster humming into that hand as lips part and he gasps even louder as he's roughly fed that cock, eyes fluttering open to stare up to the other man with nothing but a glassy desire of his own. ]
Gonna breed me so good. No one else is gonna be able to have me. Just you.
[ Lips tremble against Bruce's as he whines, head tilting back hard against the bed as he starts to feel himself unravel from the inside. Reaching between them, he grasps his own cock in pure desperation of getting himself and shakily pumps himself the best he can as he's rocked into hard and rough and to the point where he can barely think anymore. ]
Tell me I can come β please, I wanna come for you.
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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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A loll of his head, he rides him a little harder, head hanging between his shoulders as eyes keep shut, and lips continue to give the other man those pleased little sounds to show how much he enjoys riding him like he is. ]
Mm, fucking me so good.
[ Shifting, he leans himself back, letting hands fall to the other man's thighs and he moves against him, robe open and cock bouncing with every of his hips. Barry's eyes fall shut, lips parting with breathless little gasps, head knocking back as he rides him hard and slow and just takes that cock as much as he can β lets it stretch him even more than he's already been. He loves it. Loves how slow and hard this all is. ]
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He doesn't snap his hands forward, but he does lower them. Deliberately sets them on Barry's knees where they're straddled over him, and he palms up his thighs to the curve of his hips. Not pulling him down, just holding there, pressing fingers into the meat of him around the strong arch of his iliac bones. Beneath him, every expanse of Bruce's body is almost too muscular to be comfortable, but at least stable. Barry looks so good speared on his cock, sweating and needy and enjoying himself, his own hard and swaying in front of him. Christ. He can't help it, and squeezes his sides harder, rumbling a low moan. ]
You look like this is exactly where you're supposed to be.
[ Getting stuffed and stretched and filled. Bruce feels a curl of possessive desireβ he won't let himself act on it, knowing better, but he can imagine for a moment. Keeping him, just for this. Just for fucking him every time he falls back into bed, in the muddied morning light. ]
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Slowing in how he moves against him, he looks down to Bruce then, licking over his lips at those words stir something a little more slutty within him. ]
You want me to be here? Taking your cock whenever you want?
[ With a slow roll of his hips, he rocks against that lap in a way that's painfully good even for him and moans as he lets his head fall back again, just staying like that and feeling how full he is with having the entire length of that cock inside him.
When he finally finds it within himself to look back down to the man with face flushed and skin slick with sweat, he hums quietly to himself and begins to slowly roll those hips of his again on that lap. Watching Bruce with eyes heavy in their desire. ]
Want you to breed me. Want your cock to be the only one I want.
[ Falling forward, he braces himself on his hands and kisses Bruce. Deeply. Rocking harder and quicker against that cock as he feels his own twitching from how badly he wants to come. ]
Fuck me, Bruce. Fuck me and make me yours.
[ Words he trails with open-mouthed kisses along the other man's chin and over his lips, rocking harder, harder, harder as he bounces back on that cock like it's all he needs right now. Like being fucked by this man is the only thing that matters to him and the only thing that can give him what he needs deep down. ]
Wanna come for you. Want you to be the reason I come.
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He can'tβ
So he doesn't. Bruce moves, rocking up into those desperate rocks down. Holding Barry and pulling him onto his cock, helping him move back up, not letting him get too far away. He can feel the younger man's cock against his abdomen, like an iron brand. He wants to watch him come, feel it make a mess everywhere. In his mind's eye he sees himself taking it in hand and stroking him until he finishes, but like the thought of holding still, he discards that, too.
A quick movement to flip them over and pin Barry on his back, still buried deep inside of him, like there's nowhere else for his cock to be. He pushes one of his legs up, knee by his head, the other free, and fucks into him, hard. Harder. Kisses him with breathless, messy kisses, curled over him, caging him in.
(Where the fuck did you learn to talk like that.)
He doesn't say anything. With one hand occupied at the back of his knee, he moves the other - not to his straining dick, not yet, but to the side of his face. Tender in stark contrast. Just for a moment. ]
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That touch to his face is met with a brush of wet lips over the heel of his palm, the speedster humming into that hand as lips part and he gasps even louder as he's roughly fed that cock, eyes fluttering open to stare up to the other man with nothing but a glassy desire of his own. ]
Gonna breed me so good. No one else is gonna be able to have me. Just you.
[ Lips tremble against Bruce's as he whines, head tilting back hard against the bed as he starts to feel himself unravel from the inside. Reaching between them, he grasps his own cock in pure desperation of getting himself and shakily pumps himself the best he can as he's rocked into hard and rough and to the point where he can barely think anymore. ]
Tell me I can come β please, I wanna come for you.
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