( there he goes again with the beautiful talk. it's not enough to pull bruce from the moment β to pull him away from dick. it's just... funny. in a way. nothing that makes him laugh, just. makes him pause. if even for a moment. )
You like to talk a lot.
( words he murmurs against warm skin as he curls a set of fingers around the man's cock. )
That's not a bad thing. ( he clarifies. ) Just something I've noticed.
( it helps when bruce seems to be the more quiet one between them. helps to have someone fill the silence he so often lets himself get lost in and keep him there. present. if even to be given hums and looks for a response. it's still something. still a means to communicate with him.
he strokes dick there between his legs. watches the way he grows hard and eager there in his hand. his experience with this lacks just a touch, but. he knows enough of what to do. had watched the way dick had taken the plunge and swallowed him over and over again. he knows what he likes and can only offer something similar to dick, so. he does. intend to, that is. because he cares. that in itself still... new. like this. so much of this between them these number of hours they've spent together.
gently, he brushes the pad of his thumb over the head. stilling it there. slowly rubbing circles around it while he lazily watches the other man from between his legs. only after a moment does he lean in. slow. and drags his tongue over in place of his thumb. watching dick the entire time he does. tasting him. licking him. as lazy as a cat almost. )
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You like to talk a lot.
( words he murmurs against warm skin as he curls a set of fingers around the man's cock. )
That's not a bad thing. ( he clarifies. ) Just something I've noticed.
( it helps when bruce seems to be the more quiet one between them. helps to have someone fill the silence he so often lets himself get lost in and keep him there. present. if even to be given hums and looks for a response. it's still something. still a means to communicate with him.
he strokes dick there between his legs. watches the way he grows hard and eager there in his hand. his experience with this lacks just a touch, but. he knows enough of what to do. had watched the way dick had taken the plunge and swallowed him over and over again. he knows what he likes and can only offer something similar to dick, so. he does. intend to, that is. because he cares. that in itself still... new. like this. so much of this between them these number of hours they've spent together.
gently, he brushes the pad of his thumb over the head. stilling it there. slowly rubbing circles around it while he lazily watches the other man from between his legs. only after a moment does he lean in. slow. and drags his tongue over in place of his thumb. watching dick the entire time he does. tasting him. licking him. as lazy as a cat almost. )