( both hands are what he leans back on now, lips parted and eyes softly shut. focus is what he's good at, but. dick's also rather good, it seems. especially with his hands. words strike a chord of passion within him and bruce finds it difficult to focus on anything else that isn't dick and his touch. last night floods his thoughts. splinters of kisses β sometimes sloppy and the way it felt to be buried so deeply inside the other man. the way he took his cock so good and wanted more of it. wanted all of him so close and so deep.
he feels dizzy for a moment. caught up in everything that he's feeling both from last night and right here in bed. leaning in, he noses at dick again β blindly. )
You thought that was perfect?
( words that are nothing more than a brush against dick's mouth before lips are stolen in a kiss. then another. and another and another. hand coming to cradle the side of the other man's face, greedy and letting himself be that. no matter how fleeting it might be. )
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he feels dizzy for a moment. caught up in everything that he's feeling both from last night and right here in bed. leaning in, he noses at dick again β blindly. )
You thought that was perfect?
( words that are nothing more than a brush against dick's mouth before lips are stolen in a kiss. then another. and another and another. hand coming to cradle the side of the other man's face, greedy and letting himself be that. no matter how fleeting it might be. )