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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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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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