hero100percent:

bunny—chan:

A ragged little huff escaped bruised lips, the blond reflexively flinching back and shutting his eyes as the warm, sticky mess of it dripped down his face. Barnaby reached a hand up, pushing his glasses up and off because they were far more hindering than helpful in a situation like this, splattered with the other man’s come and fogged up from his own hot, heavy breaths. 

And through all of that - he couldn’t even think, let alone process a reply to Kotetsu’s words. Trembling fingers raked over his own face, wiping over his eyes as he coughed a bit to clear his throat and quaked where he remained teetering on his knees, trying so hard not to think about how close he was, how hard he was and how it would probably only take a few more words before he came without even touching himself at this rate. 

“I-I…” Swallow. A last scrub at his eyes, and Barnaby cracked them open, looking up entirely too flushed and off-kilter - knowing how fast he had made Kotetsu come, no matter the man’s usual endurance, and feeling both proud and a little anxious for it. “I don’t - just - tell me what you want.”

If it was any consolation, Barnaby being that off kilter certainly eased some of his hurt pride. Not entirely, of course, but it helped. He just needed a little bit and he’d be enjoying himself again just fine. And, really, there was no reason not to enjoy the waiting as well. “You know, for a smart kid like you, you’re pretty slow on the uptake…” Kotetsu chuckled, reaching up to loosen his tie, and stepping around Barnaby, back to the bed in the process. He sat as the strip of cloth came fully undone, looking back to his young lover. “Get up and give me your hands.” 

Standing was something else entirely.

His legs wobbled and he felt like Bambi with how unsteady he was as he climbed to his feet, sucking in ragged breaths as he warily presented his hands. Every movement made him ache that much more and Barnaby chewed on his lower lip, looking pointedly to the side and tried not to think about what a sticky mess he already was and with this, how he wouldn’t even be able to do anything about it or anything else - 

“… I’m not slow about anything,” he muttered underneath his breath. “You’re the one that can’t stop yourself, because apparently you can’t resist me when I’m sixteen and barely able to choke you down. So much for endurance, old man.”