"Yeah?" asks Barry, feeling a tremor in his own limbs now as he curls down over Derek, their hips slotting together in a pantomime of what's to come. He shudders, anxiety and eagerness and want a heady cocktail, losing himself for a long moment in Derek's kiss.

When he pulls back, Barry is speechless for a moment, but he feels determined. "Could you," he says, "Roll on your side?" Barry curls his arms around him, solid but loose enough for Derek's body to turn. "I want to hold you while I open you up."