( words of praise and encouragement he brushes softly against the shell of dick's ear. because he is. so eager and devoid of any shame in being fucked from behind like he is. showing bruce how much he likes it β how much he needs and wants it. a stroke to the ego he didn't know he needed and it makes bruce weirdly possessive in the moment.
curling over dick's back, he presses the other man down against the bed and grinds against him. fucking him deep and hard, barely pulling back. he needs this. he knows he needs this now and chases after that filthy need to fill dick with his cum until he can barely take it anymore. he's not quite there yet β not yet ready to fill him up like he wants, but he's chasing after it. ruthlessly. selfishly. unabashed in wanting this with the other man.
blindly, lips brush messy kisses along the slope of dick's shoulder, one hand fisting the sheets around them while the other grips tight at a bicep, keeping the other man close against him as he fucks into him, almost mindless. the sounds that leave him are groans that turn into possessive growls, teeth dragging over warm, flushed skin, lapping up the scent of sex and sweat and this insatiable need for each other in this moment. where, despite the trepidation of what this could mean when hormones are more balanced, touching someone else's darkness that mirrors so closely to his own is something he never knew he needed until now and it makes him feel... )
I want to feel you come on my cock.
( he brushes the words to dick's ear, low and dark. )
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( words of praise and encouragement he brushes softly against the shell of dick's ear. because he is. so eager and devoid of any shame in being fucked from behind like he is. showing bruce how much he likes it β how much he needs and wants it. a stroke to the ego he didn't know he needed and it makes bruce weirdly possessive in the moment.
curling over dick's back, he presses the other man down against the bed and grinds against him. fucking him deep and hard, barely pulling back. he needs this. he knows he needs this now and chases after that filthy need to fill dick with his cum until he can barely take it anymore. he's not quite there yet β not yet ready to fill him up like he wants, but he's chasing after it. ruthlessly. selfishly. unabashed in wanting this with the other man.
blindly, lips brush messy kisses along the slope of dick's shoulder, one hand fisting the sheets around them while the other grips tight at a bicep, keeping the other man close against him as he fucks into him, almost mindless. the sounds that leave him are groans that turn into possessive growls, teeth dragging over warm, flushed skin, lapping up the scent of sex and sweat and this insatiable need for each other in this moment. where, despite the trepidation of what this could mean when hormones are more balanced, touching someone else's darkness that mirrors so closely to his own is something he never knew he needed until now and it makes him feel... )
I want to feel you come on my cock.
( he brushes the words to dick's ear, low and dark. )