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( the way dick touches him— the way he gets him off with just his hands and words alone worries bruceshould he? is he allowed to have something for himself on this path he's chosen to walk? or maybe it was never his choice. maybe this was where he was going to end up all along. things that can keep a person up at night.

but for now, the only thing up is his cock.

the sounds that leave him are low and almost strangled. as if trying to bite them back — to keep them from spilling from his lips even when it's just the two of them here. but dick has some way of pulling them out of him that he finds it difficult to resist. finds dick difficult to resist and it's why he's drowning in those kisses shared between them. willingly. without so much as a second thought with whether he should or not.

he starts to get them both off — starts to stroke them together simultaneously and it gets bruce turned on even more than he realizes. desire heavy in blue eyes, hand grasping the back of dick's neck as a means to keep him close against him, he presses his forehead to his. lets himself catch a glimpse of their cocks brushing together as they are. skin flushed. lips parted. breath catching as blunt nails scratch along the nape of dick's neck they hold so tightly to.

and then his phone is going off in the huddle of clothes there on the floor, bruce blinking those blue eyes of as if slowly being pulled out of this little heated bubble of want and desire for one another he's currently sitting in. )