"Okay, okay," Derek says with a throaty chuckle, both turned on and amused by Barry's urging. His own cock is stiff and trapped uncomfortably in his jeans, so he reaches down to pop the fly and give himself a little relief before he drags his tongue up the side of Barry's cock again. A clear bead of fluid rolls down from the head and Derek catches it with the tip of his tongue, letting out a pleased hum as he swallows.

"Mm, since you're so eager," he purrs, eyes red as he looks up at Barry's face. His cock is warm and thick as Derek wraps his hand around it, dragging it up and down slowly. "Do you want to fuck my mouth?"