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The entire cabin has started to smell like decaying wood and brittle pine needles scorched by hot bulbs. It's been nearly a month since Christmas, and the tree is still in the corner of the living room like a withering holiday ghost. It's starting to sag, curling in on itself enough that the star is crooked, but every time Derek so much mentions taking it down Barry's eyes get all wide and sad and well, Derek is immune to a lot of things but never those eyes.

They're sitting on the couch one night, fire roaring and just exacerbating the dried out pine smell, when Derek hears the quiet, tinny tink of a plastic Christmas ornament hitting the floor. At first he thinks it's Jinx, who has knocked the tree over no less than five times and is the reason there is a foot of space between the bottom of the tree and the start of the decorations, but the cat is lounging on the back of the couch behind Barry's head.

"Um," Derek says, closing his book and watching as another branch slowly sags, pulled towards the floor by the weight of a flimsy ornament. Needles drop to the floor and then, just in time for Barry to turn his head, the shiny red ball falls to the floor like it's just given up.

"I think it might be time, hummingbird," Derek says gently, turning to look over at Barry. "I'm pretty sure I just heard the tree actually sigh."

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Barry moans openly at that first touch of heat, toes curling as Derek lingers right on the edge of sinking down. Then Derek slides down and down, his body's grip around Barry so sweet that he can't speak, can't even breathe as Derek rests flush against him. He shakes his head as if to say no, he can't, he can't not when Derek feels like this, but then Derek squeezes around him and Barry groans, and just like that the floodgates are open.

"So good, Derek," he babbles, hanging onto Derek's hips. "You're so warm inside, you feel so right, God, nothing feels like this." Barry's eyes are glazed with pleasure, but there's greed in them, too, raking over Derek's body each time he lifts up. Even now, after nearly a year of touching him, Barry can hardly believe he's allowed. "I love it, love you."

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.

Barry keeps talking - he knows because he feels his mouth moving, feels his lungs burn as his body and voice fight for the oxygen, but he has no idea what he says. His entire world is Derek, the tight grip of him, the incredible sight of him, the bright red of his eyes when he leans down and opens them, punching another groan from Barry's throat.

"Derek, I'm gonna - " Barry breathes, trusting that Derek knows the difference by now between I'm going to come and I'm going to vibrate, because he can't hold on another second. Gripping Derek's hips tighter, Barry pulls him down and lets go, vibrating hard against that sweet spot inside of him.

Derek knows that tone of voice by now, and when Barry's fingertips press into his hips to hold him he nearly shouts for him to stop because it's already so intense. Instead he just sucks in a breath and feels Barry begin to vibrate under his hands, inside of him, and he lets out a sound like a howl. Every nerve ending seems to fire off at once, and the intense ball of heat low in his gut expands until it explodes outwards. His orgasm hits him before he even realizes it's coming, ripped out of him with a force that leaves him whimpering as he streaks Barry's belly with come.

His legs are jelly and his fingers are tipped with claws that leave tiny dots of red on Barry's shoulders, pink lines down his arms, and he sucks in a ragged breath as he clenches down around Barry's cock and does his best to stay upright. "Don't stop-- come on. So fucking good."

Derek seizes so tightly that Barry almost fears it's too much, but then Derek's come splashes hot between them, again and again until Derek is half slumped and Barry's vibrations have slowed. He isn't strong like Derek, but Derek's permission is all Barry needs to speed Derek onto his back, his legs hitched high around Barry's waist so Barry can sink into him again the way his body's screaming for.

"That was so good," he murmurs, fucking Derek with slow, deliberate strokes. "I love the way you look when you can't hold back."

There's a sudden flip in his belly and Derek opens his eyes to see the ceiling of the cabin, groaning deeply as Barry sinks into him again. He shifts his gaze to Barry's face, lids heavy as he watches the firelight play over skin shining with sweat. His limbs feel made of cement but he manages to keep his legs wrapped loosely around Barry's waist, back arching as he clutches the blanket in his fists, not wanting to claw Barry up any further.

He purrs at the praise, eyes glinting red in the low light. His mouth falls open to reveal too-sharp teeth and he lets it happen because he knows that Barry accepts every part of him, and what he's doing feels far too good for Derek to concentrate on his control. His heart races in his chest and he tips his head back, arching up to bare his throat to Barry with a needy whine, offering up the most vulnerable part of him without hesitation.

More than anything, he wants Barry to sink his teeth in and claim.