Barry's already whimpering with need and Derek's only got his pants down. Then he bends his head and licks a stripe across his cock and Barry's gone, head thrown back and groaning out his pleasure. "God, please," he says again, shifting up on his elbows in time to see Derek's red eyes. He looks hungry in a way that's only ever meant amazing things for Barry, and he groans again, eyes at half mast when Derek begins to pump and suck him at the same time.

His toes curl inside his sneakers, and Barry suddenly wishes he'd taken them off so he could press his feet to Derek's back, urge him on with insistent digs of his toes. "So good," he breathes, but Barry whines when he doesn't pick up speed. "So slow."