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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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."

Barry feels the most tightly coiled parts of himself relax at the surety in Derek's voice, and he snuggles closer, his thoughts sweet even as his fingers begin to breach the deepest part of Derek. "Mine," he echoes, sucking in a breath as his fingers dip inside. It isn't the first time, but it's the first time with this intent, and Barry can't help feeling reverent as that tight heat grips the tips of his fingers.

"I love you," he murmurs. "I never thought I'd have this. I'm so glad it's with you," he says, starting a low buzz to help Derek's muscles relax. Barry hums, thinking again of that blissful moment when he'll sink inside of him. "Tell me when you want more."

Derek moans as Barry calls him his, sinking even further into his arms at such beautiful words. He's so overcome with emotion and pleasure but at the same time he's so calm, knowing he's safe with Barry. "I love you too. More than you'll ever know, Barry."

He presses back against Barry's fingers with a slow roll of his hips, whining softly and tipping his head back as he clutches at Barry's arm. "One more, and then I'll be ready for you. I'm going to have your come inside me," he says, sounding a bit awed as he comes to the realization. "Fuck, Barry. Promise me that you won't pull out when you come, okay? I want to feel it all, want you so deep inside."

"Do you think I would?" Barry asks, his face tucked up against Derek's cheek. "I love it when you come inside of me, I'm gonna give you that. God, I hope you can feel it," he murmurs as he carefully tests a second fingers at Derek's edge, then sinks it in with the first. Derek's body grips him like a fist, and Barry pants against his throat, moving now with an earnest desire to make him looser, to make room for his cock.

Derek moans just at the thought, turning his head slightly so that he can pant against Barry's cheek. A second finger slides in alongside the first and Derek barely feels the pinch, eager as he is for more. Barry is being so careful with him, but Derek can sense his growing urgency and it's mirrored in his own desire as he presses back against Barry's hand.

"I'll feel it. I'm ready, Barry." He lets out a needy whine and opens his mouth against Barry's jaw, panting softly and sliding his hand down to twine his fingers with Barry's. "Come on, I want to feel you inside of me. I don't want to wait."

"Are you sure?" asks Barry. Derek's body is so tight around his fingers, and he doesn't want to hurt him but Derek's lips against his jaw make it hard to think, the sounds he's making pushing rational thought from Barry's mind.

He scissors his fingers and kisses Derek's cheek. "Will you say it?" he asks him, pumping them more slowly now. "What you want me to do to you? I want to hear it."

Barry's fingers spread wide and Derek's eyes roll back in his head as he moans, chest heaving as he pants. The pleasure is almost entirely new. He's never even really touched himself like this and it's Barry, only Barry, who can coax this sort of mindless reaction out of him.

It takes Derek a moment to figure out what Barry means, but once he does his cheeks flush pink and he shivers from head to toe, wriggling eagerly against Barry's fingers.

"I want you to fuck me," Derek breathes out, clenching around Barry's fingers and letting out a whine as he twists around to look at him with an open, needy expression. "I want to feel your cock inside of me. I want you to be the first one, Barry. The only one."

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?"

A soft whine escapes him when Barry's fingers slip free, but he knows that there's more to come. Something even better.

Barry slides his cock between Derek's cheeks, so close to where he wants it, and he nearly rolls onto his belly and offers his ass up right there. He's glad Barry asks the question because once he thinks about it, Derek knows exactly how he wants it.

"My back," Derek rasps out, rolling onto his back and letting his thighs fall open, hips tilted up in offering. "I want to know what your face looks like when you're buried deep inside me. I want to see your face."

Barry's mouth goes dry as Derek rolls away from him, looking like some kind of god or angel arranged there beneath the moonlight. Barry runs a hand up his thigh and nearly forgets that he's going to fuck him, simply murmuring, "God, you're unreal."

His eyes sweep down Derek's pale shoulders, over his belly to his full cock, rising back to Derek's face where the want and the love he feels is so bare. "Gorgeous," Barry exhales, pulling his body over Derek's. He guides one of Derek's knees up the way his had been when Derek first took him, breathing shakily as he generously slicks his cock.

Then it's pressed to Derek's hole, already the barest bit inside, and Barry draws a deep breath. He kisses Derek's chin. "I love you," he says, and slowly lets his hips fall forward.

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