[ The way this orgasm hits him feels so much >harder than the other four he's had hours ago. It tears through him in a way that makes him beg for more β makes him want to never stop being fucked like this whenever Bruce feels the need to fill a hole with his cock and the plethora of slutty little thoughts that ricochet around in his head even as he's milked and fucked into are enough to make him moan even louder than he already is, a good messy boy for Bruce.
Head tilts back, lips parted and sighs of pleasure spilling from them as he vibrates there against both the bed and the man above him, taking whatever he's given in strokes and thrusts and kisses and touches. He loves it all β loves the way this man shatters him in a way that leaves him flushed and satisfied and never wanting to be fucked by anyone else.
He really would just let it be Bruce. Really would be trained to take his cock in various ways and happily drink up whatever he's given. He doesn't even care if it makes him come off as a slut or a whore or whatever other thing he could be called. It's a sort of release he's needed for some time now and Bruce helps him get there β has helped him get there over the past however many hours.
Reaching up with his hands, he cradles the other man's face and kisses him. Hot and messy, a moan pressed into his mouth as he licks over him. ]
Training me so good to take your cock. [ He breathes, moaning again. ]
[ Bruce is stubbornβ helpful with Batman, less helpful in his personal life (what personal life?), and a tangled knot of both in bed. He's wrapped up in raw sexual pleasure, but he's wrapped up in focusing on Barry, too. Flickering like human-form lightning, vibrating, and the pure pornographic way he responds otherwise, is enough to make him almost lose it and come just like that, even before Barry's hands are framing his face. But that deep stubbornness digs its heels in without his say-so, cutting off involuntary functions. It feels like a strange gut-punch, edging himself for literally no reason.
Sorta hot, at least, but it does mean that he blinks down at Barry for a moment, dizzy. Hey, don't bother training yourself to control your own heartbeat, while you're training for dick. Does weird things to your neural pathways.
He returns those wet kisses, and then groans, letting his head drop forward. A rough exhale, mutter of fuck.
It's all just really good, is the thing. ]
So you're ready any time I want to push you over a counter and fuck you. [ He's still rocking into him, just slower. Still so fucking hard. ] Do you want me to come like this? Inside you? Get you all wet?
[ The thought of making a quick stop here in Gotham when Bruce feels the need to get his dick wet stirs a whole lot of filthy little feels inside the speedster and he moans like a good boy against that mouth as he's continuously rocked into, still waiting for Bruce to give in to his own pleasure he masochistically denies himself he's noticed. ]
Want you to make a mess of me, yeah. [ Stretching his head back a little, he cards fingers through that greying hair of Bruce's, holding to the back of his head as he meets those rocks he's given. ] Want to keep taking your cock like this. Fucking me so good β making me come so much.
[ No one else has left him a trembling, sweaty, cum-filled mess like Bruce has and he's already addicted to it β addicted to the way Bruce fucks him and makes him feel so good. It's a hundred times better than anything he's ever done to himself and he never wants it to stop... but he also wants Bruce to fill him up like a good boy. ]
Gonna lick you clean after you do. Make sure I get every last drop for myself.
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Head tilts back, lips parted and sighs of pleasure spilling from them as he vibrates there against both the bed and the man above him, taking whatever he's given in strokes and thrusts and kisses and touches. He loves it all β loves the way this man shatters him in a way that leaves him flushed and satisfied and never wanting to be fucked by anyone else.
He really would just let it be Bruce. Really would be trained to take his cock in various ways and happily drink up whatever he's given. He doesn't even care if it makes him come off as a slut or a whore or whatever other thing he could be called. It's a sort of release he's needed for some time now and Bruce helps him get there β has helped him get there over the past however many hours.
Reaching up with his hands, he cradles the other man's face and kisses him. Hot and messy, a moan pressed into his mouth as he licks over him. ]
Training me so good to take your cock. [ He breathes, moaning again. ]
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Sorta hot, at least, but it does mean that he blinks down at Barry for a moment, dizzy. Hey, don't bother training yourself to control your own heartbeat, while you're training for dick. Does weird things to your neural pathways.
He returns those wet kisses, and then groans, letting his head drop forward. A rough exhale, mutter of fuck.
It's all just really good, is the thing. ]
So you're ready any time I want to push you over a counter and fuck you. [ He's still rocking into him, just slower. Still so fucking hard. ] Do you want me to come like this? Inside you? Get you all wet?
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Want you to make a mess of me, yeah. [ Stretching his head back a little, he cards fingers through that greying hair of Bruce's, holding to the back of his head as he meets those rocks he's given. ] Want to keep taking your cock like this. Fucking me so good β making me come so much.
[ No one else has left him a trembling, sweaty, cum-filled mess like Bruce has and he's already addicted to it β addicted to the way Bruce fucks him and makes him feel so good. It's a hundred times better than anything he's ever done to himself and he never wants it to stop... but he also wants Bruce to fill him up like a good boy. ]
Gonna lick you clean after you do. Make sure I get every last drop for myself.