"It loves you back," Derek says with a low chuckle, pushing Barry's shirt up over his chest before easing his sweats down to his knees. It's an obscene image, one that Derek can barely look away from. Barry's skin glows under the tiny lights, and Derek slides one hand up the center of his chest and stomach while wrapping the other around his cock. It's blood-warm in his palm and Derek thumbs at the head, barely wasting any time before he's leaning down to drag his tongue across it.

"You always taste so good," Derek groans, eyes flickering red as he looks up at Barry to see his reaction. He drags his wet tongue down the shaft, slicking the way for his hand to start to pump slowly up and down while he pulls the head into his mouth and starts to suck almost lazily. He wants to take this slow tonight, and pay Barry's body the attention it deserves. He wants to take his time, because he hopes against all odds that that's one thing that they'll never run out of.