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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"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."

Derek practically shouts when Barry's fingers wrap around his cock, and that's even before they start to vibrate. He's utterly helpless and he doesn't even care as he buries his face into the curve of Barry's neck. He feels completely owned by Barry in that moment, unable to focus on anything that isn't him or how his own body responds to him. It actually feels like a gift to have his control lifted from him however temporarily by someone that he trusts so well.

He's had control ripped from him so many times, but with Barry it's different. With Barry, it's freely given and Derek doesn't have to think about anything. There's just this, only this.

It only takes a few strokes of Barry's buzzing fingers before Derek comes with a helpless yelp, slicking Barry's fist as his orgasm rockets through him. He's gasping for air by the time that it's over and he reaches up to cling to the back of Barry's neck just to keep himself grounded because for one wild moment, it feels like he might float away.

"I've never felt like this before," Derek pants out just before licking a bead of sweat from the line of Barry's jaw. "Fuck, it's good. Please, Barry."

He doesn't even know what he's asking for at this point. All he knows is that he wants more.

Barry nods, breathing hard like it's he who's just come, but it is, isn't it? They're both so eager for the other, the both of them so out of their depth about what comes next it's like they're still there together, and Barry lifts his hand as far as Derek's belly, rubbing his come into his skin.

"I think," he says, blurring suddenly into two Barrys as indecision eats at him, "Here." Both visions of Barry disappear for the instant it takes for Barry to retrieve the lube from Derek's bedroom and return. "Here under you moon," says Barry. "Do you still want to?"

Barry is barely gone for a fraction of a second but it still feels like long enough to yearn for more of his touch, but then he returns holding a familiar tube and Derek grabs at him. He falls backwards into the cushions and kicks out of the rest of his clothes, leaving them both naked under the gorgeous moon. Barry and the moon; two things that rule completely over Derek. Two things that he loves fiercely, and he feels powerful laying naked underneath them both.

But even the moon pales next to Barry, who looks so beautiful and eager that Derek's heart aches as he slides his hands up Barry's sides and pulls him between Derek's spread thighs, nodding as he tries to catch his breath.

"Of course I do," he breathes out, swallowing hard and lifting his head to pull Barry into another kiss.

"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."

"Yeah," Derek replies, voice thick. Even with how eager they both are, there's an undeniable tenderness in the way that Barry touches him. Even if Derek felt nervous, it would have long been swept away by now. He blinks and then lifts his head to kiss Barry again, slow and reassuring before he turns onto his side.

He draws one knee up to make room for Barry between his legs as he presses back against Barry's chest. He can feel Barry's triskelion charm press into his back, just over his tattoo, and it makes him smile. He even cranes his head back to rest against Barry's shoulder, exposing his throat in an ultimate display of trust. He couldn't be more at Barry's mercy, and he doesn't regret it for a single second.

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.

"I know, hummingbird," Derek breathes out, twisting around to press a kiss to Barry's jaw. His slick fingers press against Derek's hole and he lets out a soft gasp, but they've done this before. Barry's fingers felt amazing inside of him, and he knows that his cock will feel even better. "You always make me feel good, Barry. Always."

He slides his thigh back to rest on top of Barry's hip, keeping himself open as he focuses on the gentle touch of Barry's fingers, rubbing until Derek's hole starts to relax and crave even more.

"It's going to be so good, Barry," Derek drawls out, sighing deeply and reaching up to grip Barry's other arm where it's wrapped around him. "Mm, you're going to fit so perfect, because I'm yours. Just like you're mine, I'm yours."

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