"Good things happen when I sing to you," says Barry, or he tries to before Derek's bare torso takes his breath away. He lets himself be stripepd and gathered in and kissed, his eyes closed behind the fabric of his shirt, and catches Derek's shoulders to steady himself when the onslaught only continues.

Derek's thumbs are calloused and familiar, the sparks of pleasure where they rub at his nipples familiar too, yet Barry's reaction is the same every time. He sucks in a wondering breath, head thrown back for a moment as the pleasure immediately builds. "Pretty happy, yeah," he says, opening his eyes to find Derek's flickering red. Barry grins, sliding forward to take two handfuls of Derek's ass and pull him even closer to kiss. "C'mere."