Barry's breathless, waiting for the words he's asked for, and still they hit him like a train. "Yeah," he says, his eyes locked on Derek's flushed face, "Yeah, I want that, too." Barry pulls his fingers free of Derek's body and grips his hip.

"Like this?" he asks, shifting just close enough to drag his cock against the cleft of Derek's ass. Even that's enough to make him see stars. "Or on your back?"