triskehale | date night

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date night

Derek has a lot more time on his hands now that he isn't working the food truck, and he's doing his best to find ways to fill it. He's made some improvements to the cabin, and now he looks at the place that was once a place for him to be alone and wonders if its too small. He wonders if maybe Barry might want to find a place of their own together. The thought scares him and exhilarates him all at once, and he pushes it aside to think about later. Things are so good between them, and he's a little worried to press his luck.

Since the truck has been closed, Derek's Friday nights are free again. Barry is at the station, no doubt cooped up in his lab, and Derek decides to see if he can go coax him out. It's a little strange to walk through the police station, even as often as he finds himself there now. He still has a bit of a reputation there, thanks to his history of showing up with bleeding criminals, and now he's also known as the boyfriend of the cute new forensic scientist.

He waves at a few people, avoids small talk with a few others, and finally breathes in relief once he finds Barry's lab. He's the only one inside, sitting in the moonlight pouring in through the window, and Derek knocks on the door frame. "Hey," he says quietly. "Must be a hell of a case."

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Barry chuckles. "Yeah, that would throw him off his game," he says with a pang of his own. "If he ever comes back, explaining your suit is gonna be real awkward." But Barry's had about enough of missing people tonight, and he buries it in another, deeper kiss, cupping Derek's cheeks in both hands.

"Maybe a little," Derek says with a laugh, scrunching his nose up a bit. Barry kisses him, deeper this time, and Derek returns it with another soft growl as Barry holds his face. He licks into Barry's mouth and slides his fingers up into his soft hair, winding it between his fingers.

"Seems like you might have figured out another part of the surprise," Derek says, smiling against Barry's mouth and kissing him again, pulling him further into his lap. Derek is glad that they talked, but now more than anything he wants to touch. No matter how many times he gets to touch Barry, whether it be a brush of a hand or a kiss, it never seems like enough. "How many times did you have sex outdoors before you met me, huh?"

He's grinning, and there's a teasing curl to it as he kisses him again and nips playfully at his lower lip.

"Um, about zero, I think?" answers Barry, arching with an indrawn breath when their bodies meet just right. "Less than one for sure. That being said," he adds with a laugh, winding his arms around Derek's neck, "At this point isn't us not having sex more surprising? Not that I'm complaining."

He finds the right angle and rocks forward, feeling every bit of the heat he'd felt before dinner returning with renewed strength. Barry takes Derek's hand and pushes it beneath his shirt, suddenly anxious to have those hands on him. "God, you're warm."

"You better not be complaining," Derek replies, dragging his lips along Barry's jaw and throat in a line of kisses. His beard makes Barry's skin flush red, and he gasps when Barry's hips slide forward to press perfectly against Derek's own. With Barry, it's never just sex. It always feels more meaningful, like it's just another way of communicating. "We're just really, really good at it."

Once his hand is under Barry's shirt, Derek's fingers trail up to circle a nipple. He traces it with his thumb, flicking his nail across it once it stiffens. Derek surges up onto his knees and catches Barry as he rocks backwards, laying him down gently into the cushions and pushing his shirt up to lean down and press a kiss to his flat stomach.

"You know what I've been thinking about all day?" Derek asks, breathing hotly against the groove of Barry's hip before taking the drawstring of Barry's sweats between his teeth and tugging the knot free. "About just how badly I wanted to get my mouth on you."

Even though he's put Derek's hand there, even though it's everything Barry's wanting and more, he sees stars when Derek's fingers find his nipple and tweak, the world tilting in a way that doesn't make sense until Barry realizes Derek's got him on his back.

He gapes up at him, ready for anything until Derek undoes his drawstring with his teeth, and then Barry can only whine. "God, please," he says, hips bucking up against Derek's chin. "I love your mouth."

"It loves you back," Derek says with a low chuckle, pushing Barry's shirt up over his chest before easing his sweats down to his knees. It's an obscene image, one that Derek can barely look away from. Barry's skin glows under the tiny lights, and Derek slides one hand up the center of his chest and stomach while wrapping the other around his cock. It's blood-warm in his palm and Derek thumbs at the head, barely wasting any time before he's leaning down to drag his tongue across it.

"You always taste so good," Derek groans, eyes flickering red as he looks up at Barry to see his reaction. He drags his wet tongue down the shaft, slicking the way for his hand to start to pump slowly up and down while he pulls the head into his mouth and starts to suck almost lazily. He wants to take this slow tonight, and pay Barry's body the attention it deserves. He wants to take his time, because he hopes against all odds that that's one thing that they'll never run out of.

Barry's already whimpering with need and Derek's only got his pants down. Then he bends his head and licks a stripe across his cock and Barry's gone, head thrown back and groaning out his pleasure. "God, please," he says again, shifting up on his elbows in time to see Derek's red eyes. He looks hungry in a way that's only ever meant amazing things for Barry, and he groans again, eyes at half mast when Derek begins to pump and suck him at the same time.

His toes curl inside his sneakers, and Barry suddenly wishes he'd taken them off so he could press his feet to Derek's back, urge him on with insistent digs of his toes. "So good," he breathes, but Barry whines when he doesn't pick up speed. "So slow."

"We can't speed through everything, Flash," Derek murmurs against the head of his cock, grinning up at him before opening his mouth wide and letting Barry's cock slide across his tongue. He closes his lips around it only when it nudges the back of his throat, and he lets out a hungry moan as his other hand travels along Barry's chest, over his nipples and along his collarbones.

Maybe he wants to drive Barry a little crazy. Derek bobs his head up and down slowly, draping his arm across Barry's hips to pin them down to the pillows while he blows him. A low growl escapes him, sending vibrations around Barry's cock as he pushes down deeper, relaxing his throat and swallowing. Bitter flavor bursts across his tongue, and he growls again. He practically woke up craving the weight of Barry's cock on his tongue, and now that he has it, he wants to make it last.

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Barry chases Derek's hands with his own, tries to make them bear down harder, dig his nails in deeper, slides his fingers into Derek's hair instead and tries to urge him forward, but he can't even lift his hips. "Derek," Barry whimpers as Derek holds him down, mouth sliding so tight and deep around him that Barry could weep, so slow he might go mad.

"Please," he breathes out, head thrown back as Derek swallows around him. His toes curl inside his sneakers and Barry's dizzy with it, or maybe it's just the way he's gulping down air, not able to get enough with Derek's mouth so hot around him.

"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?"

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?"

"I would," Derek says truthfully. He trusts Barry so much, and sometimes exhibiting that trust turns him on more than anything else that they do. That, and Barry seems so thrilled by the idea that Derek couldn't possibly refuse him.

He crawls over Barry's body to kiss him, and then rolls back to sit up on his knees and pull his shirt over his head and toss it aside. "Do you want to stand, or do you want me to lay down?"

The thought of trying something new has him excited, chest heaving with each deep breath as he watches Barry eagerly. "However you want me."

"That's," says Barry with a deep breath as Derek pulls his shirt off, "Not really narrowing it down, I want you every way." Barry rocks up onto his own knees, not sure how he wants Derek but positive that if he doesn't choose, they'll never get to start. Barry puts a hand to the blankets and levers himself onto his trembling legs. "Every way, all the time, Derek, it's killing me. On your knees?" he asks.

Barry steps forward, unable to look away from Derek's flushed face. "I want to see you."

"You can always have me however you want," Derek says easily, watching Barry's body as he moves. His gaze drags up to Barry's face, his flushed mouth and bright eyes, and his heart seems to trip over itself before starting to beat even faster. It's been less than a minute since Barry has touched him, but Derek already misses it.

"Yeah, that's good. I want to watch your face," Derek breathes out, reaching out as Barry stands to drag his sweats down trembling legs and helping him out of his shoes. Soon Barry is standing naked in front of him, and Derek slides his hands up the backs of his thighs to cup his ass and pull him closer. His mouth falls open as he lets out a shuddering breath, and he looks up at Barry's face as he leans in to pull Barry's cock into his mouth again.

Barry gasps, pushing into Derek's grip. It doesn't seem right or fair, it doesn't seem possible that anyone could have someone like Derek on their knees in front of them, but here Derek is, looking up at Barry with an expression that's near enough to break Barry's heart.

"Yeah," he breathes as Derek opens his mouth and takes him in, not quite thrusting yet. "This," he says, overwhelmed and reverent and so hot he feels he'll catch fire, "And then I'm going to make you come so hard you cry, Derek. Whatever it takes."

Derek whimpers around Barry's cock at the promise given so fervently, and he nods as best he can before reaching for Barry's hand. He squeezes it and then brings it up to rest against Derek's cheek, sliding it to the back of his head and pressing meaningfully before letting go.

The way Barry looks at him makes Derek feel a little like he does under the full moon, wild and free and alive. A pleasant shiver runs through him and he moans softly before reaching up to grab Barry's hips. He doesn't pull, doesn't guide, because it's all up to Barry. Derek's here for his mouth to be used, and he's not even surprised by how much he wants it. Not when it's Barry, who has never once, in some way or another, failed to make him see stars.

Derek takes his hands and slides them to certain, insistent places, and Barry feels his cock jerk inside his mouth. He cups Derek's face, thumbs his cheekbones and slides his hands to the back of his head, looking down at him in awe.

"You're so beautiful," he breathes, pushing in carefully at first, his eyes closed as he slides along Derek's tongue. "I can't believe I even get to look at you," Barry gasps out, "Let alone do this."

The praise washes over Derek like a calming wave, helping him relax into it as he looks up at Barry helplessly and clings to his hips. His eyes go half-lidded and he whimpers softly as Barry thrusts against his tongue, and he sucks hungrily on his cock.

He slides his hands up and down Barry's thighs, pressing his fingertips into his skin and hanging on tightly. Derek blinks up at Barry with dark eyes that flicker red, and he opens his mouth wider so that Barry can press even deeper. He never thought that simply giving someone else pleasure could ever make him feel so good, but his own cock is leaking where it's trapped in his underwear and while Barry's promise lingers in the back of his mind, right now Derek is living for nothing but the taste of Barry's cock in his mouth and the slow drag as he pulls out, only to fill it again.

"God, yes," Barry breathes as Derek relaxes and takes it, everything he's ever needed and never known to want, "Just like that." Barry cups Derek's cheeks, carding his fingers through his dark hair as he starts to move, little thrusts at first, then more as he sees how perfectly Derek takes it.

"Someday," he says, panting as he slides into the wet heat of Derek's mouth, "I want to make you come, just like this. I want to fuck into you and know you feel it, I want to make you feel so good, Derek. Just as good as you make me feel."

Barry's words comes out in a deep, raspy voice and Derek's brain feels like it melts a little, short-circuits and reforms to care about this and only this, about Barry's dick in his mouth and those slender, clever fingers in his hair. He wants to talk, but he doesn't even know what he would say so he just tries to convey his need through a long, shuddering whimper.

"Mm," Derek says, muffled, when what he really means is please. He's never once entertained the idea of letting someone fuck him, but this isn't just someone. It's Barry, and there's no part of himself that Derek wouldn't trust him with. He thinks of Barry inside him, pushed in deep where no one else has been, and he whines deeply as his nails scratch light pink lines down the back of Barry's thighs.

For so long, he felt dirty. He felt like he had been sullied, tainted somehow by the hunter that lured him in and took his body before taking his family. Barry washes that feeling away with his reverent touch, but Derek can't deny that the thought of Barry touching him someplace entirely new doesn't make him tremble with need. He's sure that desperate, aching need shows on his face and Derek stares up at Barry helplessly, openly and a little in awe, before he sucks just that little bit harder and lets his tongue curl around head with another soft moan.

"Yeah?" Barry breathes, panting a little as his cock swells even harder for the look on Derek's face, balls drawing up tight. "You like that?" he asks, thumbs sweeping against Derek's cheeks. They're tight and hollow and so, so good for him, and Barry moans to let Derek know it. "We could," he says as he thrusts. "You know I'll be hard again in moments. You could let me inside of you, Derek, all the way in. I haven't done that with a man but I know I could make it good. Would you let me make you feel good?"

Derek can feel how close Barry is and he lets out another needy whine, clutching tightly at the backs of his thighs and sucking harder, opening his mouth deeper. Barry's words make Derek's eyes widen for the briefest of moments before they go half-lidded again, and his cock jerks and leaks as he lets out a moan like a purr around Barry's cock.

His fingers glide across Derek's face, thumbs pressing into his cheeks where they're hallowed around Barry's cock. Derek stares up at Barry in awe, lashes fluttering at the gentle touch of his fingers even as his cock slides in deep, nudging the back of his throat in a way that makes him reflexively swallow before sucking harder, like he's trying to keep him inside.

Barry's voice, and the things that he's saying, make Derek tremble all over at he looks up at Barry with his pupils blown wide and ringed with crimson. He pulls off of Barry's cock just long enough to let out a shuddering gasp and nod. "Yes. Please, Barry."

And then he takes Barry's cock into his mouth again, sucking him down deep in a way that's more determined, designed to make him come.

Derek says yes, he says yes and he sucks him back down with intent, and Barry doesn't stand a chance. He throws his head back and gasps with pleasure, his eyes closed but his mind full of what they will do. It's been ages since he's been inside someone, and sex with Derek has been too good to miss it, but now that it's in his head Barry wants it so much, and he wants it with Derek.

"God, God," he chants as Derek holds him deep, swallows once and Barry spills hard down his throat. "Derek," Barry breathes, his knees weak and as soon as he's free of Derek's mouth Barry's with him on the blankets, pulling him in close. "You," he says in amazement, "God, you are incredible." Barry kisses him with a groan, chasing the taste of himself on Derek's tongue.

He's waiting for Barry to come, eager for the taste of it, and he isn't disappointed. He groans when Barry shoots across his tongue, swallowing hungrily while staring up at him. He keeps sucking until Barry pulls free, and he lets out a regretful little whine until Barry is suddenly right in front of him. He doesn't even realize that he's trembling until Barry pulls him in close, and he tumbles into his arms and lets out a muffled moan against Barry's mouth.

"Barry," he breathes out, opening his mouth wide as Barry licks his way inside to taste himself. His own cock is so hard that it aches, and he resists the urge to reach down and touch himself. He leaves that for Barry, because his is the only touch Derek wants right now, even above his own.

Barry feels the tremors in Derek's body, and it makes something tender well inside of him, his own slimmer arms going protectively around him as they kiss. "Let me," he murmurs, one hand drifting down to unbutton Derek's fly and push his hand inside.

"Let me take the edge off," Barry says as he wraps his hand around him, his hand already buzzing with vibration. "I want you to come when I'm inside you because you're ready for it, not because you're dying to."

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