Derek pulls off, and Barry manages to get his head up with an affronted look that Derek has stopped, only to loose a heartfelt moan when Derek licks the head of his cock. He hums, almost too lost in the firm grip of Derek's hand to hear his offer, but Barry stills with his eyes gone wide.

"Yes?" he says, for the idea is so heady he's not sure if he's misheard, if he or anyone should have this kind of thing on offer, holding Derek's beautiful face in his hands and fucking it. "I would love that," he says, breathless and sitting up on his elbows. "Would you?"