Barry chases Derek's hands with his own, tries to make them bear down harder, dig his nails in deeper, slides his fingers into Derek's hair instead and tries to urge him forward, but he can't even lift his hips. "Derek," Barry whimpers as Derek holds him down, mouth sliding so tight and deep around him that Barry could weep, so slow he might go mad.

"Please," he breathes out, head thrown back as Derek swallows around him. His toes curl inside his sneakers and Barry's dizzy with it, or maybe it's just the way he's gulping down air, not able to get enough with Derek's mouth so hot around him.