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"You're gonna share that red velvet cake," says Barry for Derek's spoils. He takes him up carefully and races to his apartment, the smell of dust and disuse strong to even his own non-werewolf nose as they enter it.

Barry spends a few moments gathering his clothing and his favorite books before pausing, materializing in front of Derek. "How much can you hold?" he asks. "For two, three seconds, tops?"

"Maybe if you're nice," Derek retorts, letting out a small sneeze when Barry's speed kicks up a cloud of dust. "Think of all the cake you can buy when you don't have to pay rent anymore."

His nose twitches and then he blinks when Barry is right there, laughing fondly before switching all the food to one arm and holding out both. "Lots. Load me up, and let's go home."

Barry grins and grabs Derek up again, depositing him and then racing around his own apartment, waiting for a sense of nostalgia to rise up and claim him, but nothing comes. This place has never been home. In all of Darrow, only Derek has felt like home.

The blur that Barry becomes stills again, this time thrusting a large bundle of clothes and books into the curl of Derek's free arm. "Last time," Barry murmurs with a quick kiss and speeds them to the cabin.

If Barry has any negative feelings about leaving his apartment behind, he doesn't show it. He smells like excitement, and Derek grins into the kiss as Barry scoops him up. The last sound to ever echo around the place Barry used to live is Derek's laughter, bright and happy as he's whisked away.

They're in the cabin within seconds, and Derek lets the clothes and books fall into a pile on the sofa so that he can steady the food, which gets deposited on the counter. He turns and looks at Barry, just watching him for a long moment. Part of him can't believe that this is real, but he can hear Barry's heart beating. He can smell his excitement and happiness and Derek closes the space between them, grabbing Barry by the thighs and easily lifting him up so that his legs can sit around Derek's waist.

"Welcome home," he says softly, just before pulling him for a long, lingering kiss.

"Oh," Barry breathes. He'd been thinking as he ran that he should probably prepare Derek for how messy he is - messes he can clean in seconds, but still, they'll exist - but then Derek lifts him up and lines up their bodies where Barry can feel his warmth in all the right places, and all those thoughts fly right out of Barry's mind.

"Home," he says, looking down at Derek's face after the kiss. "Wow."

Sometimes Derek doesn't know quite how to react to how happy he feels around Barry. He spent so many years in the dark, angry and miserable, and he knew that if he by some miracle found happiness again, he would not deserve it.

Derek had a small list of things that he thought to be undeniable truths. He would never again be as happy as he was a child. He would never fall in love, and be loved in return. He would never again let a person become his anchor. He would never let a person mean that much to him again, or have so much control over him. But then along came Barry, and turned all those undeniable truths into falsehoods.

Barry Allen, his anchor, loves him and makes him happier than he ever imagined he could be. In a way, it's terrifying. Derek loses everything and to lose this would truly break him.

"I didn't think I would ever be happy like this," Derek admits, voice wobbling the slightest bit as he stares up at Barry's face as if in awe. "I still don't know if I deserve it, but-- I'm happy. I love you."

"I know you believe that," says Barry, cupping Derek's cheeks, "And I know you've been through so much, but that's always sounded so crazy to me. You, not deserving to be unhappy. It's unthinkable, Derek," he says. "You're the best man I know, in any timeline."

Bending his head, Barry kisses him. "I want to make you happy," he murmurs. "I want you to let me. It's all I want."

Derek's cheeks feel hot when Barry touches them, but he doesn't avert his gaze. His eyes are wide and shining as he watches Barry speak, irises swimming with greens and blues. Barry wouldn't lie to him, but the steady thrum of his heart while he speaks somehow makes it all even better. The words settle in a warm place below his breastbone, and he trembles slightly when Barry kisses him.

"You do," Derek tells him quietly, letting his eyes slip shut as Barry's lips brush against his own. His grip around Barry tightens, and another slight shiver runs through him at the next kiss. "I'll let you, Barry."

"Good," says Barry. His soft smile grows wide and mischievous as Derek's grows sure, and he shifts a little in Derek's hold. Derek is so gorgeous beneath him, that handsome face open in a way that Barry only ever sees when they're alone, and it makes his heart ache. "I'd like to make you plenty happy right now, actually," he says. "You up for that?"

It takes Derek a moment to get it. He's still lost in this hazy sort of bliss, but then he blinks and the playful smile on Barry's face becomes clear. He blinks again because it's been awhile, and he's been taking all of his cues form Barry. This definitely seems like a cue.

"I might be," Derek replies in keeping with the mood, taking a step towards the bed. He holds Barry's weight up easily, muscles not even straining under the weight. "What did you have in mind?"

"I mean," says Barry, coloring a little, "Everything with you is good." It's just that it's been a while, and that's entirely his fault, not Derek's, but Barry thinks he knows how he could make it up to him.

"I was thinking though," he says, "I'd really like to ride your cock. I just want to see your face," he says in a rush, "And know that it's me making you feel good."

Derek falters in his step, his own cheeks flushing at Barry's words. He swallows hard and nods, turning gracefully so that he can sit on the edge of the bed with Barry straddling his lap. They're both dressed up for the wedding, and Derek's fingers immediately go up to start undoing the buttons of Barry's shirt. He wants that gorgeous throat bared to him, wants to see the vulnerable hollow just beneath it.

"I want that," Derek says with a hint of a growl, leaning in to press a kiss just below Barry's jaw. He lets his lips trail down the side of Barry's neck, biting softly as he pulls the shirt back off of his shoulders.

He pulls back to look at Barry's face, tossing the shirt aside before reaching out to grip his hips. "As long as you're sure."

Barry is flushed and panting already, and he gives Derek a vigorous nod. It hasn't been that long, but by their usual standard it's been ages, and now that they've begun it's a tide that Barry can't stop. He's too warm in his skin, too damn clothed when he needs more of Derek's mouth on him, and he speeds himself out of his clothes and returns, naked, to Derek's lap.

"Can I?" he asks, his fingers on Derek's tie to loosen it.

Barry's speed is incredible, and it can be used to do many amazing things but now, in this moment, Derek can't think of a better use for it. He's craving smooth, pale skin and then instantly, like a wish granted, Barry is naked in his lap. He growls and slides his hands up Barry's sides, leaning in to open his mouth against Barry's throat and suck a purple mark into his skin.

Those slender fingers brush his throat and Derek nods, tipping his head back to bare his throat without any hesitation. His eyes are heavy lidded as he watches Barry's face, chest already heaving as he breathes. "Yeah. You can have whatever you want."

Derek sucks a deep bruise into his skin, and Barry sighs through the now familiar sensation of his vessels breaking, only to instantly begin to repair. It tingles, and he grins down at Derek. "Anything, huh?"

He's dying to see Derek, to feel him underneath him skin to skin, but Barry takes his time, loosening Derek's tie before he undoes every button on his shirt. Barry pushes it wide and looks down at him. "Lie back for me?"

"Anything," Derek replies, voice raspy and deep in a way that only Barry can make it, just like Barry is the only living person that could make Derek offer anything and mean it. He watches Barry's face and then nods at the request, unable to help stealing a kiss before he complies.

The muscles in his stomach flex as he slowly lowers himself back, resting against the bed with a soft sigh as he takes in the arresting sight of Barry above him. "Anything particular you want me to do with my hands?"

There's a teasing lilt to his voice, but he finds that he sort of likes the idea of Barry telling him what to do.

"Headboard," says Barry, looking up from where he's stroking his hands down Derek's bare chest. "At least until I tell you to put them in my hair, otherwise I'll get distracted." He shifts forward and bends to kiss Derek before he tucks his face against his throat and breathes in deep. "God, you smell good," says Barry, opening his mouth against the spot to taste it, too. He mouths down Derek's throat and to his clavicle, tongue dipping to trace it before he goes lower, wrapping his lips around Derek's pink nipple.

Barry hums and sucks, unleashing a fine vibration against the sensitive skin between his lips.

"Got it," Derek breathes out, reaching over his head to curl his fingers around the bottom of the wooden headboard. The motion makes his muscles shift and flex under Barry's hands, and Derek lifts his head to watch as Barry's clever mouth starts to move down his body. His skin feels hot everywhere that Barry has kissed him, and he already feels worked up and oversensitive even before Barry's lips close around a peaked nipple.

He gasps as the vibration rocks through him, arching up slightly but keeping a tight grip on the headboard. He's already so hard in his slacks but he makes no move to rush things. This is Barry's show, and Derek wants to see how far he'll take it.

"Feels good," he breathes out, biting his bottom lip as he lifts his head to watch.

Barry hums again, moving his mouth to give Derek's other nipple the same treatment. It's gratifyingly hard against his tongue, as is Derek's cock when Barry brushes it with his knee, and his mouth waters.

"I want to get you off in my mouth," he says, continuing his descent. He drags his vibrating tongue over Derek's belly button and down, stopping only to undo Derek's pants. He peels them down from his hips, and his underwear, too, freeing Derek's cock for Barry to stroke. "Just from vibrating. Then I'll ride you."

"Solid plan," Derek gasps out, lifting his hips so that Barry can drag the erst of his clothes off. He doesn't let go of the headboard the entire time, and he's fairly certain that there will be indents in the wood in the shapes of his fingertips by the time they're done.

A helpless whimper escapes him when Barry's fingers curl around his cock, hips wriggling a bit as he tries to resist the urge to fuck up into that tight, perfect grip. Barry has always been able to reduce him to a trembling mess, but this might be a new record. Maybe it's a combination of them not getting off together in weeks and the way Derek's fingers are still wrapped around the headboard. Barry's fingers vibrate against Derek's skin and he knows that he won't last long with that same touch around his cock.

But maybe that's a good thing. That way when he's finally inside of Barry, they can take their time. They can make it last. "Barry, please."

"I will," Barry promises, kissing Derek's belly. He can feel Derek's muscles trembling beneath his lips, struggling not to move, and Barry kisses him again. "Just like that. Just be still and let me take care of you."

He doesn't tease, he ducks his chin and takes Derek's cock shallowly into his mouth. His head is warm, and Derek's flavor bursts over his tongue immediately. Barry rewards him with a buzz of his tongue against him, just holding him in wet heat while Derek gets used to the sensation.

Barry's reassurances make Derek relax, melting back against the bed as he nods. He rests his head against the pillow and stares up at the ceiling as he blows out a breath. At the first touch of Barry's mouth to the head of Barry's cock, his stomach tenses and he bites his lip. That soft brush of tongue is nothing compared to what comes next, and Derek lets out a soft shout as Barry's mouth buzzes around him.

For a moment the sensation is just too much, sending blinding white pleasure throughout his body, but he takes a breath and swallows hard, moaning Barry's name. After a few moments the tendons in his arms relax as he loosens his death grip on the headboard, and then he sort of loses himself in the pleasure. His mind empties out for a blissful moment, and he lets out another shuddering breath.

"Okay," he says in delayed response to letting Barry take care of him. He wants this, all of it-- the pleasantly empty buzz in his head and the incredible sensation of Barry's mouth and hands on his body, so he gives himself over to it. "I love you, love your mouth. Barry."

Barry loves him, too, so much, and he shows him by taking Derek deeper into his mouth. Beneath his hands, Derek has gone limp and relaxed, and Barry squeezes his hips, holding him steady as his entire mouth begins to vibrate. It takes all his concentration, not to go to fast, not to do too much, but it's worth it all to hear Derek's gasps and groans.

When Barry thinks he can take it, he begins to bob his head, increasing the vibration rhythmically each time Derek slides down his tongue.

There will definitely be grooves in the headboard by the time that they're finished, because Derek is gripping so hard that he can feel the wood splintering under his fingers. His breath is coming in sharp pants and he swallows hard, Barry's name tumbling out of his mouth between choked off moans and deep, rumbling growls.

He's never felt anything like this, and it doesn't take long for the telltale pressure to build at the base of his spine. His thighs tremble and he wants so badly to touch Barry, but he keeps his grip firmly on the headboard.

"Barry, I'm gonna come. Where--" He lifts his head to look at Barry, and it takes everything that he has not to come just at the sight. "Can I?"

Barry doesn't want to pull off, but Derek sounds so imploring, his face so earnest when Barry peeks up at him, that he relents. He pulls off and licks his red lips, biting them when he thinks about what he wants.

"Put your hands in my hair," he says, stroking Derek with his hand, "And then you're gonna come in my mouth. I want it, all of it, Derek, so give it to me."

As soon as Barry gives him permission, Derek lets go of the headboard and flexes his fingers. For as hard as he was gripping the headboard, his hands are gentle when he cups Barry's face. His lips are red and swollen and Derek groans, nodding as he slides his hands into Barry's thick hair.

"I will," he promises, whimpering as Barry's hand expertly strokes him, thumb tugging at the foreskin that's already pulled tight around the head of his cock. He tugs lightly on Barry's hair, just barely pulling him forward. "I'm so fucking close, Barry. Kiss me after? I want to taste it."

"God, yes," Barry agrees, biting his lip hard for that tug to his hair. He leans in and takes Derek back into his mouth, holding him against the flat of his tongue as it starts to buzz, then letting him sink deep. He can't quite manage to vibrate his throat, so Barry lets go, vibrations coursing through his entire body as it works to make Derek come.

He wants it, and Barry's hands hold tight to his hips, urging him on.

A deeply animal growl escapes from Derek's mouth as Barry starts to buzz everywhere, around his cock and under his hands. Even if he wanted to, Derek couldn't possibly hold back. His eyes flare red and he makes a sound almost like a howl as he comes, shoulders curling forward as he empties himself on Barry's tongue.

The orgasm is so powerful that it almost hurts, nerves sparking through his body as he drops back to the bed with a whimper. He's trembling all over, from head to toe, and he fumbles under Barry's arms to try and drag him up. "Fuck, Barry. I need you."

He needs the contact, the closeness, even if his skin feels too tight and oversensitive.

Barry is lost in it, vibrating and swallowing and perfectly content to drive Derek right back to the edge when he hears him call for him. It's impossible to resist, and Barry pulls off with a gasp, crawling up Derek's body to collapse artlessly against his chest, his mouth open against Derek's to kiss him.

Derek said he wanted to taste it, and Barry doesn't deny him, sweeping his tongue in broad strokes against Derek's own. "So good, Derek," he murmurs. "You taste good."

Derek feels driven half out of his mind. His body is covered with a light sheen of sweat and his chest heaves with each deep breath. His limbs feel heavy and he feels a bit lost, but everything rights itself when Barry's mouth presses against his. It's tunnel vision, with his focus narrowed entirely on the way that he tastes on Barry's tongue.

He lets out a low groan and wraps his arms around Barry, sliding a hand up into his hair and parting his thighs to let Barry fall between them, safe and warm in Derek's embrace.

"We taste good," he murmurs, dragging his tongue across Barry's before sucking at it lightly, pulling Barry's bottom lip between his teeth and tugging with a quiet, possessive growl.

Barry whimpers against Derek's mouth. His lip stings pleasantly where Derek's teeth bear down, that growl reverberating through him as strong as any vibration. He settles between Derek's legs and lets their bodies touch, his own still urgent, but manageably so. Even so, Barry groans when his erection brushes the smooth skin of Derek's belly, and he reaches across the bed, finding that little tube of lubricant to press into Derek's hand.

"I want you to open me up."

"I was hoping you'd say that," Derek groans out, closing his fingers around the lube and pressing a line of kisses along the side of Barry's face as he slicks his fingers. Barry is kneeling over him on all fours and Derek reaches down between his legs, urging him forward a bit before pressing his fingertips to Barry's hole and rubbing slowly.

"Do you want to come first? I could suck you while I do this," Derek murmurs, sucking a mark into Barry's shoulder. "Mm, I want to take my time once I'm inside you. Make it last."

Barry shudders, nearly dropping to his elbows when he feels the first nudge of Derek's fingertips. "I - " he says and swallows hard, completely unable to refuse that offer now that it's on the table. "Yes, Derek, please," he says, so much needier than a moment before, so much closer to coming than he'd thought and desperate for it.

"How?" he asks, speeding himself onto his back with Derek hovering over him. "Like this?"

"Yeah, this is good," Derek breathes out once he's adjusting to his sudden new position. Barry is spread out for him on the bed, on their bed, and Derek eagerly shoulders his way between Barry's thighs. His mouth finds the crux of Barry's thigh and groin and he sucks a mark there, one he hopes will last until they're done.

Barry arches up and Derek uses the graceful movement to his advantage, slipping one shoulder under Barry's let to hold him open as he presses a slick finger into him. A few short thrusts and then he adds another, feeling Barry stretch around his fingers the same moment that he wraps his lips around the head of Barry's cock. Bitter flavor bursts across his tongue and Derek growls. It may not be the same intense vibration but there's a definite rumble, and his eyes are red when he looks up at Barry's face, expression so open and wanton.

"I want to see you come all over yourself," Derek murmurs, barely pulling away from Barry's cock long enough to speak. "I want to lick you clean."

Derek doesn't waste time or tease, he presses into Barry just as Barry needs him to, and he groans in appreciation. His hot mouth soon follows, and Barry's hips roll, seeking more, more wet heat, more smooth thrusts of his fingers and finding both, each movement a new pleasure that drags him right to the edge. "It's so good," he murmurs, hands fisting in the sheets. "God, it won't take long."

Derek only hums because he doesn't want this to last long. He wants it to be over quick and dirty so what they do next can last long, all night if it can. He wants to bury himself inside of Barry and stay there, because it's with Barry that he feels at home.

When Barry opens around him enough, Derek adds a third finger and crooks them upwards to seek out that spot that makes Barry let out the sweetest noises, and then he presses against it. His other hand curls around the base of Barry's cock and strokes firmly, the curl of his fingers rising up to meet the tight ring of his lips before sliding down again. He works Barry's body the best way he knows and when he senses how close Barry is, he pulls off with a gasp and strokes just a little faster, lips pink and swollen as he pants out a ragged breath. "Come on, Barry. Let go."

Derek's fingers crook with precision, and Barry throws his head back, chest heaving as each drag of fingers pushes a high, keening sound from deep within him. Derek is on him with mouth and fist and Barry doesn't have a chance of holding on - he doesn't try.

"Derek," he calls as it rises up, a great wave of pleasure and release that seizes him and carries him over, coming hot over Derek's knuckles.

Derek's breath is held tight in his chest until Barry comes, body tensing and arching beautifully. He exhales as he watches drops of it land on Barry's pale skin, and he lets out a possessive growl as he leans in to lick it up with his tongue. His mouth keeps moving, trailing up Barry's stomach and chest until he reaches Barry's mouth. He kisses him, wet and filthy as he keeps his fingers pressed in deep.

"Fuck, Barry. I need you," Derek murmurs, teeth a little too sharp as he bites at Barry's throat. "You still want to ride me? I'm all yours, however you want me."

Barry's eyes are closed, head spinning as Derek's tongue moves over his body, pushing past his lips until Barry can taste them both, and through it all, his fingers never stop moving.

"Yeah," Barry exhales, holding onto Derek's shoulders and shuddering as Derek's fingertips stay pressed against that shivery place inside him. "As soon as my knees will hold me," he laughs.

"I'll help," Derek says with a rough laugh, nipping at Barry's jaw and then kissing him again as he slowly withdraws his fingers. After a minute of trading deep, lingering kisses, Derek gets up and shifts back until he can lean against the headboard. He pulls Barry into his lap, hands on his hips and sliding back to cup his ass and pull him closer.

It takes effort to let go of Barry long enough to slick his cock and wipe his hand clean on a discarded shirt, and he makes up for the brief lack of touch with another thorough kiss. His fingers tail up Barry's spine, dancing over the lines of his ribs and shoulders before he tips his head back to look up at his face, expression open and so, so happy. "Mm, have I mentioned how nice you are to look at?"

He feels empty without him, but Derek helps his loose limbs to arrange themselves astride Derek's lap, kissing him so deeply that Barry's eyes are half lidded by the time Derek pulls back, green irises nearly lost to black. He nearly sobers for the question, for Derek hasn't, because Barry's been gone and nearly ruined things between them, but he doesn't let the thought in. It's not the time for it.

Instead, Barry smiles, caught in a strange state between sated and aroused, and he shifts his legs wider, reaching back for Derek's cock to line it up. "Now and then," he murmurs, closing his eyes as he sinks down, enjoying every inch.

Something in Barry's scent goes sour and his eyes seem to dim. It only lasts a second and Derek lets out a breath. Barry has these moments where he seems to falter ever since he came back from the breach, and Derek doesn't want that. So, he just loves him that much harder, squeezes that much tighter.

"Remind me to tell you more often," Derek says, trailing off into a broken moan as Barry sinks down onto his cock. He's glad the fervent need has been taken care of and now he can just enjoy that slow glide and the way Barry settles so perfectly in his lap. He lifts a hand to Barry's face, thumbing at the arch of his cheek and looking into his eyes with a soft smile. "I want to look at you for a long time, okay? I want you right here with me."

"I'll be here," Barry promises, his eyes still fluttering as he savors the feeling of Derek fully seated within him. He feels so full, and so right, and the only thing that's missing is more of Derek's touch. Barry pulls the hand against his cheek down to rest over his heart, spreading Derek's fingers to feel the steady thrum.

He lifts up then, sighing a little as Derek drags so perfectly inside of him, and sinks down. "View still good?" he asks with a quirked smile.

Derek savors that promise, and does his best to believe it. It's not Barry that he doesn't trust; it's this city. It sucks away happiness, and for the first time in a decade Derek has that in spades. He doesn't think about that right now, not when everything he has right in front of him is so perfect.

"Now you're just fishing," Derek teases, spreading his palm across Barry's chest. The vibrating thrum under his hand is something that he'll never tire of hearing. It's become such a calming sound, one that grounds him. When Barry isn't around it's too silent, and Derek finds himself missing that steady hum almost instantly. "But yeah, it's the best view there is. Almost makes me not want to kiss you so I don't have to miss any of it."

A low groan tumbles out of him as Barry moves, and this is exactly what Derek wanted. Earlier at the wedding, Derek had referred to Barry as his missing piece and it's never been truer than right now. He feels whole.

"You said to remind you to say it more often," says Barry with an unrepentant grin, one that wobbles when Derek drags against him just right. The groan tugged from Derek's throat slides over him like a touch, warm and wanting, and Barry fights his body's urge to move faster. This is to be slow, something they can both savor, and he squeezes Derek's hand.

"You feel so good like this," he says. "God, I missed this."

"I missed it too," Derek tells him, bringing their joined hands up to kiss the back of Barry's. They were apart for weeks, and then weeks still before they connected like this again. It's time lost, but they can make up for it. "But you'll be in this bed every night now, babe."

He lifts Barry's hand to his shoulder and then wraps his arms around Barry's middle, sliding them down to his ass and helping to lift him up. His eyes never leave Barry's face, and he lets out a shuddering breath. "I'm never going to let you go to sleep unhappy, or anything less than completely fucking satisfied."

Derek punctuates the promise by tugging Barry down sharply, hips angled so that his cock hits that perfect spot inside of him, the one that'll make him see starts. "That sound good, hummingbird?"