Barry keens into Derek's mouth, hips rising immediately to push his cock through the too loose fist of Derek's hand. He opens his eyes and stares dizzily into Derek's, already so consumed with desire for him that it's hard to decide. Everything with Derek is so good. He could probably just look at him long enough and manage to come, and the thought gives Barry an idea.
"Will you ride me?" he asks, imagining it with a moan as Derek's fist slides down around him, the barest shadow of what might be. "I want to see you."
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"Will you ride me?" he asks, imagining it with a moan as Derek's fist slides down around him, the barest shadow of what might be. "I want to see you."