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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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.

Derek never spent much time wondering what it might be like to have someone inside of him, but never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined something like this. The way that Barry looks at him makes Derek feel cracked open and raw, as naked as he could possibly be.

Barry looks at him like he's something amazing, like he's a gift. It's more than he'll ever deserve but he can't deny how incredible it makes him feel. Barry is one of the greatest people that Derek has ever known and for some reason, Barry chose him.

He takes a deep breath as Barry prepares himself, but he isn't nervous. He's eager, maybe, and trembling in a way that has everything to do with how overwhelmed Barry makes him feel, like all of his emotions are bubbling over. Like all the love he feels can't possibly be contained in his body alone.

And then Barry is there on top of him, holding him and kissing him and professing his love for Derek the moment that he sinks inside. Derek lets out a noise like a sob, eyes stinging as he wraps his arms around Barry, but it isn't from pain. It's from everything that he's feeling, and the way his heart feels like it may burst right out of his chest.

"I love you," he answers, finally, once Barry has sunken so deep inside of him that Derek's cock twitches from the sensation of being so full. "I love you so much, Barry. Please don't stop."

They're both trembling by the time Barry is all the way inside, and for long moments Barry is past speech, stupefied by the incredible grip of Derek's body, so hot around him. Derek's arms are the same, wrapped around him and holding him, and Barry keens, his entire body a dull roar of pleasure until Derek calls to him.

Barry looks up, his own eyes too bright as he nods, pulling back slowly, only to sink in deep once more. "I love you," he whispers, all that he can manage as he claims a part of Derek no one else has ever been worthy of before. He knows he needs to speed up eventually, to find an angle that will make Derek's eyes flare red, but Barry can't yet get past the simple revelation of his body. "This feels so good, you make me feel so good."

Barry seems just as affected by this as Derek does, and it serves as a reminder that with Barry, he's never alone. After all this time, he has a partner in all things. A partner in life. There's emotional pleasure twirling with the physical, and it rockets down his spine to rest deep in his belly as he arches up with a low moan.

"Feels amazing," he pants out, dragging his fingertips down Barry's back to grab his ass and pull him just that little bit deeper. He whines and clings to him for a moment, toes curling before he lets go. Barry rolls his hips slowly, letting them both get accustomed to a brand new sensation, and Derek lifts his head to press kisses to Barry's jaw.

"It's okay. It's amazing," Derek assures him, wrapping one leg around Barry's thigh just to get that much closer. He pulls back to look Barry in the eye, cupping his cheek and smiling before his mouth falls open in pleasure again. "Didn't I tell you that you'd fit perfectly?"

"I thought I knew what that meant," Barry breathes, so deep inside Derek now that it seems impossible, but Derek is still whole beneath him, his face cracked open in pleasure, and Barry feels something within himself settle.

"I didn't know," he says, pulling out and out, nearly all the way before sinking in again with a sigh. "I didn't know anything before you." Barry watches Derek's face, and even though Derek only reacts, even though he only whines and clutches at him and sighs, Barry feels a sense of guidance. He needs to make Derek feel good. He needs to give Derek everything Barry's ever felt beneath him, and Barry watches him intently, matching his thrusts to the expression of bliss on Derek's face.

It's incredible. He's incredible. "Look at you," says Barry in awe.

"I thought I knew before you," Derek pants out, "but I had no idea. You changed everything."

Barry thrusts just a little harder and Derek gasps, arching into it and feeling his eyes go wide as Barry's cock brushes a spot that makes him nearly keen. It's a revelation, having Barry inside of him. It's so incredibly intimate and the romantic part of Derek loves that they're the only ones to have this part of each other.

"All I see is you," Derek says fondly, sliding his hand from Barry's cheek to the back of his neck, gripping firmly as he pulls him in for another kiss. He whimpers into Barry's mouth, eyes shut tight when he hits that spot again. "You're all I can feel. It's so good, Barry. Made for each other, right? We had to be."

He's practically babbling, voice coming out in a breathy rasp as he rolls his hips to meet Barry's thrusts. It's a whole new set of motions, but Barry is right there guiding him and it's so easy to fall into them. It feels so good that for a second Derek wonders why he waited so long to try it. But the answer is obvious. Derek was waiting for him.

Barry kisses him fervently, and he feels each time Derek's mouth goes slack with pleasure. "It's like this," he says, shifting until he knows he's hitting Derek's prostate with every thrust. "Isn't it?"

Barry drops down onto an elbow, using the angle to drag himself against that spot. It feels good, but better still is the knowledge of how it makes Derek feel, and Barry groans. "Yeah," he agrees. "I was made for you." He feels too good, body too primed to resist the vibration when it comes, from ears to toes to cock as Barry trembles with pleasure. "Derek."

"Ah, yeah. Just like that," Derek gasps out, and it's all that he can do to just cling to Barry with all of his might. "I was made for you too."

It really feels like he was. They fit together so beautifully, like puzzle pieces coming together to make a whole. It's not just in this, either. It goes so above and beyond just sex. Derek knows, with all of his heart, that they were meant to be together. They aren't even from the same universe and somehow they still found each other. Darrow has taken so much from him, but it's also given him this. Without Darrow, Derek never would have found his missing piece.

He's already so lost in the pleasure that he yelps when Barry starts to vibrate, clutching to him and letting out a cry as his cock twitches where it's trapped between their bellies. "Barry, I can't hold on. I'm gonna come, I can't-- fuck."

Derek doesn't want this to be over but he can feel the pressure building at the base of his spine, heat flaring outwards as his toes curl and he digs his fingers into Barry's back. He's close, so close, and his eyes flare red as he tosses his head back with another cry.

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