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as Khalid leans back, Bart leans forward to meet him, trying to stay pressed up against him as much as possible . slipping back into that space of being desperate and needy, craving more attention and more praise and more touch .

he pants quietly at the touches, hips now weakly bucking in slow circles . he’s fully worked up again now, speedster recovery period finally kicking in . he yelps softly at being pulled by the hair to look at him, but when their gazes meet, his eyes are filled with nothing but want . more praise, more being told what to do, more being manhandled by those strong arms —

that challenge in Khalid’s tone ends a shiver down his spine immediately . the quite literal assertion of dominance makes him feel that much more weak, makes him press his face into his neck more firmly . his hips squirm in his lap now, trying not to get completely worked up over feather-light touches and praise in his ear .

the soft squeeze to his sensitive thigh and the promise of his continued control is almost enough to make him needy all over again, breath hitching and hot against the other man’s skin .

he relaxes into the warm hand on his face, head falling against it as he sighs into the soft touch . for a moment, Bart closes his eyes to fully drink in the affection, the current sweet moment of being held and appreciated and seen .

he’s still flustered, especially when he blinks open his eyes and still sees Khalid eyeing him fondly . Bart can’t keep his gaze on Khalid for too long, undeserving of looking at him, of any of the praise .

“ th - thank you … “ he says quietly, smiling . “ you, um — m - made me feel really amazing . it was all really amazing, a - and so is this . “ he squirms in Khalid’s lap a little, heat bleeding into the rest of his body .

the gentle kisses elicit a pleased hum, gentle and content . the closer they get, the more small touches Bart receives, the more he feels like he doesn’t want to pull away . he just wants to stay here, be kissed and touched and fucked and praised . maybe they could — time was on their side, right ?

bart slowly pries his face from being hidden against Khalid, face still burning brightly . and his flustered expression only intensifies, bashful laugh escaping and eyes averting .

“ Khalid … “ he whispers softly, feeling a small wave of heat hitting him when ‘good boy’ hits his ears again . “ I’m — not all that . “ he laughs again nervously, kissing the other man’s lips appreciatively .

another purr emerges from Bart’s throat as he nuzzles closer . the soft touches on his bare sides start to soothe the exhaustion and excitement still buzzing across his skin, replaced by comfortable warmth . something he can sit in, relax against .

“ I’m glad too . ‘fast’ is — kinda my thing . I don’t like wasting time, especially not on good things . “ Bart’s face is alight with a deep blush . it seems like the smallest of compliments is enough to fluster him just as much as anything they’ve done thus far . shyly he tucks his face into Khalid’s shoulder .

Bart grins back and quickly snatches the phone into his hands . his contact is put in at lightning speed, his contact name having a couple red hearts . once he’s done he sets the phone aside and practically jumps into Khalid’s bare lap, pressing their lips together in an enthusiastic kiss .

his fingers cup the back of Khalid’s head, the kiss more warm and affectionate that the heated kisses they’ve shared before . a deep kiss fueled by a passionate fondness rather than lust .

❝ oh ? do tell . ❞

bart quite literally purrs when he feels that hand through his hair, eyes closing as he leans into the touch . it’s grounding, gentle, reminds him that he’s okay and he’s got an amazing guy to cuddle up to for the next short while .

and he giggles softly, nuzzling into his chest . “ a - are you kidding ? I have to see you again . we gotta do this again . “ he responds airily, voice light with a deep fondness that only grew with each second .