If asked, Bruce would say it's a little of both. Smart enough to recognize the necessity. Clever handed enough to make it work. But if he were asked, Bruce would also say it didn't really matter at this point. A lot of rational thought, a lot of his good sense and reason had been replaced with desire, pure and unadulterated. It's not something he let himself feel often – to0 easy to get lost in and it was a terrible clash against that constant need for vigilance. He could never afford to be lost in anything. But part of him wanted to forget. Wanted for just this precious moment a chance to just let himself feel and feel good too. So he did, when their mouths met again and he felt that flood of warmth in his blood and bones.
I got you settled over him like a blanket, warm and cozy and he felt another finger loosen it's grip on the cord. He could let go because he trusted Blake enough not to demand that control back. He trusted himself enough to think he could have both – vigilance and this heady, intoxicating pleasure.
He was ready. As ready as he could be when that first scant inch pressed into him. Instinct wanted him to seize up, but Bruce forced his body to relax, willed the tension out of those muscles so that Blake could sink deeper. His fingers flexed and he inhaled a quiet breath that kept him grounded, so he could stay here in the moment. When he said he wanted to feel every inch, he meant it and it wouldn't do to lose himself so soon. He wanted to stay right here. Right here so he could be aware enough to know when Blake bottomed out and so he could see the look on his face when he did.
He didn't moan. Not yet. But his chest heaved, a quiet sound of approval. “I'm right here,” he says, even though it doesn't feel like he has the breath to say it. Bruce reached for Blake, fingers ghosting over his cheek and down his neck. “Stay with me.”
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I got you settled over him like a blanket, warm and cozy and he felt another finger loosen it's grip on the cord. He could let go because he trusted Blake enough not to demand that control back. He trusted himself enough to think he could have both – vigilance and this heady, intoxicating pleasure.
He was ready. As ready as he could be when that first scant inch pressed into him. Instinct wanted him to seize up, but Bruce forced his body to relax, willed the tension out of those muscles so that Blake could sink deeper. His fingers flexed and he inhaled a quiet breath that kept him grounded, so he could stay here in the moment. When he said he wanted to feel every inch, he meant it and it wouldn't do to lose himself so soon. He wanted to stay right here. Right here so he could be aware enough to know when Blake bottomed out and so he could see the look on his face when he did.
He didn't moan. Not yet. But his chest heaved, a quiet sound of approval. “I'm right here,” he says, even though it doesn't feel like he has the breath to say it. Bruce reached for Blake, fingers ghosting over his cheek and down his neck. “Stay with me.”