Mmmm. [Len groans softly into the kiss, sliding his hand into Barry's pants as well and kneading the taut flesh. He grinds into Barry's fingers, encouraging the touch, as the kiss draws out and he slips his tongue into Barry's mouth.

Eventually they have to come up for air, and Len speaks huskily]

If you ran, I'd chase you until I won you back. I might be slower than you, but I always take what I want, eventually.

[A lie, possibly. Len thrills at this, this chance he doesn't deserve and didn't really fully believe he'd ever get even in his wildest fantasies. Stealing a painting is easy, stealing the heart of someone like Barry - or really any someone - is something else entirely.

Until Sara, Len had never been in any kind of a romantic relationship, and even that is fresh and new, still confusing to him. Barry is even more unattainable than Sara had ever been.

His hand moves to the front and curls around Barry's prick. He stokes teasingly at first, gauging Barry's reaction. The kid is so warm and eager, it's intoxicating. Len hasn't thought the word caring, but he does have affection for Barry, and that same vicious possessiveness and protectiveness he feels for everyone he cares about.]

You can do whatever you want, gorgeous. I'll let you know if there's a problem, and we'll fix it. You do the same for me. Deal?