Derek shifts, and Barry wraps his arms around him and simply holds on, breathing for a long moment. Then Derek draws up his knee, and Barry moans a little, pressing a kiss to the exposed curve of his throat. "If you don't like it," he says, reaching for the lube, "I'll stop, I swear it's fine. I want you, but I want you every way, which means any way is great, I'll live, I promise," says Barry, managing to cut off his own nervous babble. "All I really want tonight is to make you feel good."

Breathing in deep, Barry presses his slick fingers between them, not doing more now than circling them against Derek's hole. It feels so small and so tight, an impossible place for Barry to fit his cock, and Barry exhales and reminds himself that his own body must be the same way. It's the same way, until it's not because Derek takes his time with him. Barry can certainly do the same for him.