"Fuck me." Bruce nips his lower lip and then concedes to his humanity: "In a few minutes."

If he gets it out of his system - their systems, apparently - then he'll be able to think of something besides sex. Probably. Maybe? No, he will. They can play virtual scrabble or some other damn thing; Bruce likes those quiet moments with him, and they rarely have time for anything. For now, though, one thing only is clouding his mind.