[by the point that len starts tugging him back up, barry has had more than enough time to: a) decide he doesn't really like the taste of come all that much. b) realize that he would happily learn to like it if it meant getting to see len looking like that. to hear him sounding like that. and c) know that he definitely doesn't want this to be a one time thing.
which, when the len finally growls out that single word, is made abundantly clear that he isn't the only one to think that way.
(and if he finally ends up spilling against len's side with the word, it's only a pure coincidence. a result of being pressed so tightly against him, of course.)
he takes a deep, shuddering breath as he settles against len, swallowing a few times to try and clear his own throat. to try and work up the courage to say something in return. but he keeps coming up short, unable to work out what he's even meant to say to a claim like that. so instead, he simply brushes len's law with his nose in a wordless request for a kiss.]
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which, when the len finally growls out that single word, is made abundantly clear that he isn't the only one to think that way.
(and if he finally ends up spilling against len's side with the word, it's only a pure coincidence. a result of being pressed so tightly against him, of course.)
he takes a deep, shuddering breath as he settles against len, swallowing a few times to try and clear his own throat. to try and work up the courage to say something in return. but he keeps coming up short, unable to work out what he's even meant to say to a claim like that. so instead, he simply brushes len's law with his nose in a wordless request for a kiss.]