Bruce bit his lower lip to keep silent. Terry knew *exactly* what he was doing. Bruce never questioned the younger man's experience before, but he did need to know someday. Maybe someday soon. The both of them had some sort of bedroom battle. The first person to make a sound would lose. It was simple as that. They never really talked about it, but it just started to happen.

Terry wasn't one to let someone take control all the time. If anything, both of them had to fight for dominance in the bedroom. They really had to fight for it In anyplace. Bruce only let him win.

Only this time.

Terry's tongue trailed down to below Bruce's belly button. Bruce looked from the top of the dark head and started to reach for it. To guide the other person.

"I swear, your hands better be on that bed." The cocky voice said, slightly muffled.

The older man cursed inwardly. Terry was messing with him. Brat. Was that a good enough word to describe Terry? Punk was better. Bruce fisted the black cotton sheets with a white knuckle grip when that talented mouth traveled downward.

Terry smirked when he heard the panting. Bruce's face flushed and he arched his back with a loud grunt. Terry won. Only this time.