Barry's hands settle on Derek's hips and it's like an anchor in every sense of the word. His fingertips dig in, ten points of pressure, and Derek wishes fiercely that he could leave bruises. A shiver runs through his whole body as he sinks back down onto Barry's cock, because nothing else feels like this. It's all encompassing, it's everything, and Derek tosses his head back with a whine as he lifts himself up and sinks back down, again and again and again.

And then Barry starts talking and Derek shivers again, absolutely owned by that voice. Not once does he feel objectified, even as Barry babbles on about how good he feels on the inside. Derek is putting on a show and riding Barry's dick for all it's worth in and he still feels cherished.

Derek hears I love you tumble so effortlessly from Barry's lips, and he whines again as his cock begins to leak. A sticky trail of fluid drips down onto Barry's belly and Derek leans forward to brace his hands on Barry's shoulders. His eyes, when he finally manages to drag them open, are glowing crimson and they meet Barry's gaze without hesitation.

"I love you," Derek says in a strung out voice, breath hitching as he bounces on Barry's cock until he finds the angle that makes him keen.