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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"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.

"God," Barry breathes, chanting it as Derek writhes beneath him. He wants this to last forever, he wants to make this good, and it should be disappointing that Derek's already on the edge but it's not. He's on the edge because Barry put him there, because this feels as good to him as it does to Barry, and satisfaction wells deep within him.

"I want you to," he says, letting another vibration roll through them both. "You're so beautiful like this, God, I want to watch you come undone just from my cock. I'm not going to touch you, Derek," Barry murmurs fervently, rolling his hips, vibrating again right into Derek's core. "Let me see you."

"You can keep going if you want-- after," Derek gasps out. He doesn't want this to end just because he's about to come.

Barry says so sternly that he isn't going to touch him and Derek whimpers at the tone of his voice. It's so commanding and Derek arches up, locking his thighs around Barry's hips. And then his cock vibrates while buried so deep inside of him, and Derek loses all hope of hanging on. He cries out loudly, eyes flaring red as he shoots across his belly. A drop of it lands his throat and he shouts Barry's name up into the trees, panting harshly and scrabbling at Barry's back. "Jesus, fuck."

He's trembling all over and he collapses back against the cushions, licking his lips and looking up at Barry in awe, pupils blown wide. "Oh my god."

Barry watches it take Derek apart, a tremor that starts at the heart of him and spirals out, flaring his eyes wide and red, his hoarse cry ringing in Barry's ears as he paints a stripe up his chest.

It's everything Barry wanted, and he takes Derek at his word, doesn't stop moving even as he leans down and licks a drop of come from Derek's throat. It tastes like him, and Barry groans, feels the start of his own orgasm curling hot at the base of his spine. "Will you tell me you love me?" he asks breathlessly, head dipped to nose at Derek's throat. "Hold onto me, please."

Derek lets out a choked gasp when Barry's tongue drags along his throat, and he tips his head back just to feel more of it. Barry is trembling the way that he does when he's close and Derek manages to lift his head so can see Barry's face. He wants to see what it looks like when he comes with his cock buried so deeply inside of him.

"Of course I love you," Derek rasps out, wrapping his arms tightly around Barry's shoulders. The words sound like they're ripped right from the core of him, and they might as well have been. Nothing has ever been more true. "I love you and I'll never stop, Barry. You'll never let me go, right? It's me and you."

"Me and you," Barry agrees, whimpering now for every thrust, each one better than the last as he fucks deep into Derek's heat. It's so good, good like Derek taking him, biting him, claiming him, and Barry moans to feel Derek's arms around him.

"I love you, too, I love you so much," he gasps out as his hips begin to stutter, then vibrate with renewed force. It's too much, and Barry tumbles over the edge, his face buried in Derek's throat as he shudders and spends deep within him.

Derek feels overstimulated in the best possible way, pleasure cresting outward until all he can see are stars. And then Barry vibrates even more and Derek cries out into the night sky, cock twitching valiantly against his belly as Barry stiffens inside of him. There are tears at the corners of his eyes when he finally comes back down to earth, and his chest is heaving with each breath. His legs feel like jelly as they fall helplessly from Barry's hips, and he swallows hard as he keeps an arm wrapped around him as best he can.

It feels like he was shaken apart into a million little pieces and then put back together even better than he was before, and when he opens his mouth he finds that there are no words to even convey how he's feeling. Barry is trembling on top of him and Derek holds him close, lips pressed to his temple.

"I love you," he breathes out, and that about sums it up.

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