The caped crusader had to hold his breath when the man pulled back, a soft whimper escaping him at the possibility that that was it. He pulled his head back to free his mouth of the construct, his jaw feeling a little off for him to speak. “All I hear is talk, Jordan. When are you going to claim it?” He asked back, managing a smirk as he rested his head against the mattress for a second before it snapped back up with another moan as his tongue speared his hole, stretching him wider and making him weaker in the knees when all he could think was release. He was flipped over again with another grunt and suddenly the weight of the Lantern on his chest and his thick beautiful cock hovering over his lips. Bruce didn’t even know he wanted it until it was staring him right in the face and his mouth clamored to latch itself onto it, enveloping the head of him slowly before taking the rest of him in just as he felt the dull throbbing of one of Hal’s construct thrusting itself into his ass and a disgruntled moan hummed against his length.
"That's it. Nice and easy." Except it wasn't that nice and easy, not with Hal anyway. His fingers curled into the other's hair and tugged him closer to his cock, forcing more of his thick length down that beautiful throat, urging a moan from Hal's lips. The Lantern's construct dug itself deeper and deeper inside of Bruce, until it was in until the hilt, filling the other up and throbbing inside of him. After having stretched Bruce out around his construct, he started to move the hard light in and out of the man's hole, slowly building up a pace at which he fucked the caped crusader, all the while still tugging on Bruce's hair and forcing more of the other's mouth on his cock. "You'd look so pretty covered in cum, Brucie."
