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There's been an itch just under Derek's skin all day, but he's been too busy to really place it. The restaurant is opening soon, incredibly soon, and he chalks it up to nerves. It's late by the time he leaves the restaurant and he lopes through the woods, eager to be home. There's a quiet, welcome cabin waiting for him. Not to mention the man inside of it.

When Derek walks through the door, he's greeted by a very welcoming sight indeed. Barry is lounging on the soft rug in front of fire in nothing but his underwear. He's on his stomach, arms crossed over a book that he's dozing on. His skin is practically golden in the flickering light, and Derek's blood burns under his skin.

Maybe this is what he had been itching for all day.

Derek toes out of his boots and hangs up his leather jacket before padding quietly across the floor, careful not to wake Barry up as he sinks to his knees at his side. A hand curls around the back of Barry's thigh and Derek leans over to press a soft, open mouthed kiss between his shoulder blades. Barry's skin is warm from the fire and Derek grins, dragging wet kisses up to the back of Barry's neck.

"Sleepy hummingbird," Derek breathes out, somewhere between a whisper and a growl.

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Choosing to read his book on the rug had been a mistake. It's so soft, though, and Barry couldn't resist stripping down to feel more of it while the fire kept him warm. Ten minutes in, the words were swimming in front of him, and he's not in the least surprised now to find himself waking from a doze.

It is a surprise to discover he's not alone. "'Fraid so," he murmurs, for he'd meant to start up dinner after a chapter or two, but he's done nothing at all. It's hard to feel bad about that now, though, with Derek all but on top of him. Barry arches slightly, unconsciously chasing the heat of Derek's mouth. That growl from earlier still feels present against his skin, and he nearly vibrates in reply. "Something tells me you're not."

"Sleepy? Mm, no," he breathes out, pressing a hand against the small of Barry's back to keep his hips pinned to the floor. He lifts his head when Barry arches up, mouth falling open on a grin as he watches Barry strain for him. After a moment he relents and presses a kiss behind his ear, another at the sharp hinge of his jaw.

"Think I could wake you up?" His voice is soft, still carrying a bit of a growl as he reaches up with his free hand to pull his shirt off and toss it aside. He leans back down, still pinning Barry gently to the floor, and drags his tongue along the soft corner of Barry's open mouth, dipping it briefly inside before pulling back to look at him.

Barry pushes upward, but this time finds himself stopped by a firm hand. The softness of the rug beneath him and the heat of Derek's palm above make for a nice contrast, nice enough that Barry wishes he was wearing even less.

Of the same mind, Derek pulls his shirt off and returns, and Barry pushes again against his hand in an effort to wriggle closer. He's not rewarded with more than a teasing swipe of Derek's tongue, and Barry's eyes narrow. "You're teasing me."

"There's my genius." Derek chuckles and kisses the arch of his cheekbone, tongue tracing the curve of it before he gracefully swings around to straddle Barry's hips, cradling them between his thick thighs. "Do you have any idea what you looked like when I walked in?"

Derek growls again, letting his fingertips glide down Barry's back. The next pass is with the very tips of his claws, a ghost of a touch more than anything. With blunt, human fingers he reaches forward to curl his hand briefly around the column of Barry's throat, feeling his pulse before twisting his necklace around so that the triskelion pendant rests between his shoulders. It makes Derek feel possessive and warm, and he leans down to suck a mark into the back of Barry's neck.

"Must've been good," Barry manages, surprised to hear how graveled his voice has become so quickly, but Derek's mouth is like a furnace against his nape, and Barry's toes curl against the blanket. There's no finding purchase with Derek's weight on him, but Barry still shifts, intent on finding a way to tease back. He can feel the rough denim of Derek's jeans where they frame his hips, his own boxers already riding high, and all Barry wants is for them to be off but just now he'll settle for rocking upwards. He can't move far, but the barest pantomime of sex is all it takes for heat to drop low in his belly.

"Should've taken a picture so I could remember for next time," he pants.

It's hard not to just give in when Barry rolls his hips underneath Derek, but he makes a tsking sound and presses Barry's hips more firmly to the floor so that he can't move. Barry's voice already sounds a bit ragged and it makes Derek grin as he leans over to nose at Barry's jaw and bite kisses to the top of his shoulder.

His mouth moves across the smooth plane of Barry's back, tracing moles with his tongue and licking at the groove of his spine. When his mouth reaches the top of his shorts, his hands are still pinning Barry's hips to the floor so he bites at the waistband of drags them down a little, just enough to rub his beard against the swell of his ass.

He bites, just enough to sting, and dips his tongue into the cleft between his cheeks before sitting up on his thighs. Barry is straining against him and Derek lets out an approving hum, dragging his thumb across reddened skin. "I wonder what I should do to you."

Barry's too stubborn not to at least consider flashing out from under Derek to turn the tables, but he's learned to enjoy it when Derek's mood takes this particular turn. "It's not even the full moon," he notes, shivering as Derek's beard scratches the pale skin of his ass where those teeth marks are already fading.

He's long since given up wondering why he likes being bitten. He's into it, and Derek is into doing it, and that's enough for Barry. "Something I can feel," he challenges. "Not just now, but even when we're done and making dinner." It's a tall order with his accelerated healing, but Barry thinks Derek is up to it. "Something I can still remember tomorrow when I'm sitting at my desk."

"Jesus." Derek groans and presses his forehead to the small of Barry's back. His dick is already hard and leaking in the confines of his jeans, but he ignores it to hook his fingers into Barry's underwear and yank them down his thighs. The ass in front of him is firm and pale, and Derek can't resist grabbing two handfuls and using his thumbs to drag his cheeks apart. "Might have to fuck you a few times to make that happen."

Barry's hole is tight and impossibly pink, and Derek presses his tongue to it with a long, possessive growl. It's more of a teasing lick than anything, and then he's back to leaving bite marks across his cheeks before sliding back up his body. He presses his denim clad hips against Barry's bare ass, grinding his erection into it as he leans in to suck at the soft skin below his ear. "You want that, Barry? You want my fingers first?" He breathes against the shell of Barry's ear, licking at the curve of it. "Or my tongue?"

Barry sucks in a breath and holds it, but as sudden and warm as Derek's tongue had been on him it's gone just as fast, and Barry whines. "Fingers," he says as Derek grinds against him, his words hot against the tender curve of Barry's throat. He'd be concerned about being so desperate so fast, but Derek's the one who came home and held him down, and Barry can't not meet him in enthusiasm. He wants Derek inside of him, any part of him he can get.

"Three of them," he continues, "God, I want them deep."

Derek never thought he would find someone so compatible with him sexually. He knows that he can get a little intense, a little rough and bitey sometimes, but Barry seems to love it. He meets everything Derek gives him and asks for more, and Derek cannot believe how lucky he is.

Except maybe right now he can, because Barry is naked saved for the boxers tangled around his knees, groaning and writhing against Derek's body. He's just as desperate for it as Derek is, and he sucks another bruise at the junction of his neck and shoulder before tearing himself away. There's lube in the table near the sofa, and Derek retrieves it before stripping himself of the rest of his clothes. Barry's underwear goes flying somewhere and Derek grips the backs of Barry's knees, sliding them forward so Barry has little choice but to rise up onto them and lift his ass into the air.

Slick fingers tease at Barry's entrance, and Derek presses his blunt human teeth into Barry's hip as he presses one in. Tight as he is, Barry's body opens for him easily, and it's no time at all before he has two fingers working in and out of him, pressing in hard on the spot that makes Barry shake. "Mm, you gonna vibrate for me once I get inside you? I want to feel it around my cock."

"Put another finger in and we'll see," Barry returns, open mouthed and panting down at the blankets. He pushes back and Derek's fingers slide in just right to make Barry see stars, and he turns to watch Derek over his shoulder.

"Harder," he says, teeth glistening, and they're not a wolf's anymore but Barry swears he could growl like one if Derek doesn't stop teasing.

"You said that you wanted to feel it." Derek's voice is little more than a growl as he slowly acquiesces to Barry's request, sliding a third finger in and staring down at the place where he's stretched open. He presses in once, nice and deep, before withdrawing his fingers completely.

His irises are glowing a bright red as he slicks himself up and positions himself behind Barry, using his thumb to press the head of his cock to Barry's slick entrance. Once he pushes in, the teasing will be over. So he nudges in barely at all and curls clawed fingers around Barry's hip, the tips of his claws pressing into pale skin just enough to leave the tiniest of marks.

"You want it hard, Barry?" Derek lets out a real growl this time, one that makes his chest rattle. "Tell me."

Barry opens his mouth, fighting past a sensation of breathlessness as Derek stretches him to the brink but goes no further. "Please," he grinds out, sure that he'd meant to make more demands, but stuck here on the edge at Derek's mercy, Barry finds his stipulations have run out. He wants Derek inside of him and now, he wants it hard enough to feel for hours, he wants him so deep it feels like he's choking on it and then he wants some more.

"Please, do it, you're making me crazy," Barry continues, elbows trembling so hard he doesn't dare to reach and brush the sweat from his eyes. "Please, Derek."

The quiet desperation in Barry's voice makes Derek groan, and he lets a steady hand glide down the glistening expanse of Barry's back. He just wants it to be good, nothing but good, so he doesn't draw out the teasing any longer.

"I've got you," he growls out, fingers curling around the base of his cock to guide it into Barry's body in one smooth, steady push. He bottoms out, hips flash against Barry's ass, and the sensation makes his gums itch. His fangs want to lengthen and sink into the pale flesh of Barry's neck, mark him irreversibly.

He waits for Barry to adjust around him, for that telltale sigh that means that's okay for Derek to start moving. The first thrust is slow, but then he sits up on his knees and wraps clawed hands around Barry's hips to drag him back onto Derek's cock as he sinks in faster, hard enough for the sounds of their bodies meeting to echo around them. "This what you wanted?"

Derek slides in right to the hilt, and Barry can't hold back a sound of pure bliss as the sensation of being stretched fades, giving way to being gloriously full. He doesn't even have time to catch his breath before Derek is pulling him back onto his cock, setting a rhythm that would be brutal if it weren't so fucking good.

"Yeah," Barry manages, his voice the barest sound but one easily picked up by Derek's ears, and Barry curls his fingers against the blanket, seeking purchase to push himself back to meet each thrust. Derek's cock drags just right within him, and Barry can't help but keen. "Right there, please," he gasps, "That's perfect, you're perfect."

The scent of Barry's arousal fills the cabin, strengthened by the heat of the fire. He smells like pleasure, a bright spicy scent, and Derek growls as he lays himself across Barry's back. He opens his mouth against the side of Barry's throat to taste him, teeth pressing into his soft skin as he licks the sweat away.

"Fuck, the way you feel. Made for me," Derek growls, punctuating every word with a deep, rolling thrust. He slides a hand under Barry's chest and then rolls back onto his haunches, using his strength to pull Barry with him until he's sitting astride Derek's thighs, speared on his cock. His hands go to Barry's hips, lifting him easily only to drag him back down. "Mine. You're mine, Barry. Just like I'm yours."

Barry's been hauled around like this enough to know what's coming, but he still makes a sharp sound of pleasure when Derek's dick slides in even deeper with the new angle, his thighs trembling as he tries to keep himself upright. But Derek won't let him fall or falter, and after a few moments of simply enjoying being bounced onto Derek's cock, Barry gets his hands on Derek's knees and concentrates.

The vibration starts slow and deep, picking up speed each time Derek's cock drags just right within him. At first it's involuntary, and then Barry finds a smirk despite the blissed out expression on his face, forming a tight, vibrating fist around Derek's cock every time he strikes that perfect place inside of him.

"Fuck, Barry." Derek tosses his head back and lets out a sound like a low howl, gripping Barry's hips hard enough to bruise. The vibration is enough to have his vision whiting out for a moment, and he fucks up hard into Barry as he leans down to bite at his neck. "I thought you wanted this to last."

His claws retract as he wraps his strong hand around Barry's leaking cock, spreading the slick fluid with his thumb before giving it a nice, tight stroke. His fangs threaten to sharpen, and he breaks through the first few layers of skin before he pulls away from Barry's throat. There's a nice bruise forming already and Derek lets out a possessive growl, licking across it before it can heal.

"I want you to come on me," Derek breathes out, snapping his hips up as he strokes Barry's cock. "You have to wait for me, and after I fill you up, you can come. I want it all over my skin."

Barry whines in the back of his throat, not sure how he's meant to hold off when Derek is stroking him so beautifully. Every slide of his huge, warm hand is heaven, and Barry closes his eyes, intensifying the thrum at his core to spur Derek on. Time stretches and threatens to slow, dangling him right on that delicious precipice, but Barry doesn't let it, holding off until he feels Derek spill inside of him.

"Only if you bite me," he ekes out, letting his head fall to the side. "Put your teeth in me and come, Derek."

It's a beautiful request, one that speaks to the very heart of him, and it would be impossible for Derek to deny it even if he wanted to. His eyes flare red as Barry bares his gorgeous throat, head falling back against Derek's shoulder.

His orgasm is building like a wave, like fire up his spine, and his fangs lengthen as he sinks his teeth into Barry's throat with a growl. It's deep enough to break skin but not to turn him, deep enough to mark and claim.

With one hand gripping Barry's hip, Derek thrusts up hard, burying himself as deep as he can as he comes. The vibrations around his twitching cock are enough to make him whine into Barry's skin, and his orgasm crashes through him in a long, relentless wave.

"Come," he demands with a growl in his voice, the word muffled from where his teeth are still buried in Barry's throat. He has to pull away so that Barry can move, and he stares at the mark he made as he waits to see what Barry will do.

Barry is dazed as Derek's hands bite into him, holding him in place as he pumps him full of come. He imagines he can feel it, every hot splash of it inside, and doesn't move again until he feels Derek pull away from his throat with a wet smack.

Barry turns his head and takes Derek by the shoulder, drawing just enough of the Speed Force within himself to push Derek to the ground. Barry holds him down by the shoulder, using his other hand to guide Derek's hand to his cock. "Make me come," he instructs.

Even Derek's loose grip on him is enough to make him see stars, but Barry has his orders.

"Ask me for it."

Aftershocks are still quaking through him when suddenly he's on his back, licking the blood from his fangs as he blinks up at the ceiling. And then Barry is there, pressing him down with his weight and taking his hand. Derek's brain is still mush, but he manages to squeeze Barry's cock and give it a rough stroke.

The script has been flipped so quickly, and Derek lets out a low growl at the command in Barry's low voice. His eyes drift to the bite on Barry's neck and all he wants is to be marked in return, covered in Barry's come. He craves the taste and the smell enough that he lets out a needy whine.

"Please, let me have it," Derek gasps out, reaching up with his other hand to brush his thumb over his bite and press down. "Come on me, Barry. I want to feel it. "

Barry pushes Derek's hand down over the already healing wound on his throat, biting those claws in to stop the flesh from knitting. The sting of torn flesh seems to sink into his blood, pooling low and adding to the heat roiling within him.

"Faster," he says, even as he's not sure he can take it, his back beginning to arch against a growing wave that's building, surging, seeking an outlet. Barry whines, but Derek's sure grip on him doesn't relent, and when the wave crashes down all Barry can do is go with it. He pulls Derek's hand off of him and replaces it with his own, directing each jerk of his cock so that come paints Derek's belly, his chest, his throat. He doesn't have much left, body trembling, but Barry gets his thumb on Derek's chin and says, "Open," directing the last into his mouth.

It's like the wolf is in both of them, shared between them as Derek's claws sink into Barry's skin. They're both wild, and Derek lets out a deep growl as he coaxes Barry's orgasm from him with tight, quick pulls. The first splash of come makes Derek whine, inhaling deeply and watching with red, red eyes.

Another pulse marks his throat and he tips his head back in obvious submission, only ever to Barry, and him alone. He would be eager to comply to Barry's final request even without the command in his voice, and Derek drops his mouth open and leans in to press his tongue against the head of Barry's cock to feel the last of it pulse out of him.

He curls his tongue around that slick pink head, looking up at him as he gives it a few gentle sucks to work him through his orgasm. It's not until Barry is obviously oversensitive that he pulls away, falling back to the rug and spreading his arms out with a wide, satisfied grin.

However he'll feel in a few minutes time when his brief recovery window has opened and closed, just now Barry follows Derek onto the rug, a sated and boneless pile of limbs. He manages not to land with any of his pointiest angles on Derek's ribs or face, but that's all he manages, and for a while Barry only lies there and breathes.

After a long moment, he grins and lifts his head. "Welcome home, by the way."

Derek uses the last of his energy to sling his arm around Barry's waist, reveling in the afterglow as Barry settles on top of him. He's perfectly sated, completely content, and his eyes slip shut as he breathes in time with Barry.

"Hell of a welcome," he laughs out, opening his eyes and lifting his head to brush their noses together. "That's what you get for falling asleep like that."

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