[if he's honest, he isn't all that surprised this time. it'd been clear from the start just where this night would be going, even if they took a roundabout path to get there. so it's easier this time to relax in to it. to return the kiss. to let his hands slip to len's sides this time. just as it's easier to ignore the first buzz of his body vibrating anew.
he does pull away briefly though, but only so he can take a breath. so he can slide a leg forward to tuck between len's so he can get a personal view of just what that vibrating feels like this time round. enjoy.]
[Len thought for a moment that Barry might need to be coaxed, cajoled into doing what he obviously wanted. But then the kid put his leg against his erection and vibrated.]
Fuck...
[He breaks off the kiss with a shudder, pressing his face into Barry's neck.]
[he can't hide the grin on his face at len's reaction, the vibrating only coming to a stop when he breaks away. for a moment, he doesn't say anything, only brushes his fingertips along the waistband of len's pants.]
I want to try something. But I-- You need to tell me if it's no good.
[because...yeah. its been a while. and that, combined with his new abilities means that he's still hesitant to do anything that could potentially ruin all of this.]
[he stares down at the space between them, at the path his hand is making as he finally slips his fingers beneath the waistband. as he brushes against skin he's never had the chance to even see before.]
I think you'd be too worried that I'd run if you told me to stop.
[which given his track record isn't the worst assumption to make.]
I'm not going anywhere though. Not this time. [which is a statement accompanied by another kiss. this time more restrained than their last. with more feeling behind it. he cares too much about len to ruin this.]
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?
[a lot of what len says is completely lost in the space between them, barry's focus instead of trying his best not to come right then and there. the fact he's made it this long is a triumph unto itself. but with that warmth, with len's hand around his cock, with the fact he doesn't need to hide in the first place, holding back his vibrations is next to impossible. which means that naturally, his only response to the words is a muffled groan as his attempts at holding back fail.
at least he warned len that he'd be too quick?]
...sorry.
[he sounds sheepish despite it all. embarrassment still leaking in to his voice even as he tries to push past it. to focus on just what it was he wanted to do. though first--]
Off.
[len's pants. the same ones he's tugging lazily at, his movements growing more certain once they're off. (his own are a sticky pile in the corner. blink and you'll miss it.) sliding back on top of len all over again, his intentions are all too clear as he takes up a spot on his thighs, gaze flicking between len's face and his cock. there's a smile on his own face as he cups the side of len's cock, leaving him free to finally duck down and run a tongue along its length. a broad stripe across its head. and then he's finally sinking down to try and take as much of it in as he can.]
[Barry may not realize this, but these little moments, the ones where he shows off his power, are incredibly thrilling to Len. He knows Barry well enough to know that the last thing he'd ever do is abuse that power - he understands it on a completely fundamental level - so somehow it doesn't throw him off and make him feel vulnerable. Instead, it's exciting.
And he doesn't laugh when Barry comes quickly. He wants to explore that, in fact, see how many times he can come before he exhausts himself, but Barry has other plans, so that'll have to wait.
His eyes widen as Barry settles between his thighs and he pushes himself up onto his elbows, smiling hungrily. As Barry's mouth engulfs his cock, he rolls his eyes back with a groan, and combs his fingers gently through Barry's hair]
[he's...inexperienced. that much is obvious. at least when it comes down to this. but that isn't enough to keep him from trying, from pulling out everything he remembers from the last time he was at the receiving end of a blow job. his hand wraps carefully around the base, his attention fixed on remembering when to suck, when to lick. when to...breathe.
oh right.
he's forced to pull back soon enough, a frustrated look on his face by virtue of the fact that he really doesn't know what he's doing here. it's an annoyance that results in him having to plant his hands against the mattress as they begin to vibrate. (he'd use that to his advantage, but somehow, he doubts that len would appreciate him testing out his fine control on his dick.)]
Just...give me a moment?
[because he can do this. he just has to remember how.]
[The inexperience is okay - the stopping, not so much. Len groans a little as he feels the bed vibrate, but relief is denied him.
He can be patient, sure, but there's still frustration there. Also, what the hell is Barry doing with his hands, and why isn't he touching Len while doing it?
He'll just have to give the kid some instruction.]
Put your hand around the base. Don't try to deep throat me the first time... just worry about the tip and use your hand.
[which, if he can't keep his hands from vibrating, is far too likely an outcome. it's why, rather than follow len's prompting straight away, he takes a moment to breathe and calm himself back down. a moment to shake out his hands and refocus on just what he wants to do.]
The first time? Who says I'm doing this again?
[because it's something to shift the focus, however briefly. something that makes it that much easier for him to grin back up at len as he licks the palm of his hand. as he wraps his fingers back around his cock to give it a slow tug. it's only then that he finally ducks back down once more, his tongue running a warm path over the head of his cock as his hand slowly begins to speed up.]
[Len struggles to contain his impatience as Barry does a little deep breathing. He wants to pull him up, kiss him breathless, pin him to the bed and fuck him senseless. But Barry wants to try out blowjobs and he is also practically delirious with excitement at the prospect of being Barry's first in that area.]
You won't h-hurt me... [His certainty and poise is ruined somewhat as Barry starts to work him over with a bit more confidence. He breathes out and sinks into the pillow, closing his eyes and luxuriating in the sensations.
But when he speaks up again, there's command in his tone, even if he can't hide the fact that he's a little breathless.]
[he meant what he said. the last thing he wants to do right now is to hurt len and ruin all of this. but when the request- no, command -comes, barry pulls his mouth back, biting his lip as he forces himself to concentrate on getting this right. (he could refuse, of course. but they've come too far and he's messed up too many times already for him to do that to len again.)
his hand slides closer towards the tip, his thumb brushing over the head of his cock as his hand begins to speed up. as he sends a wave of vibrations down his cock. it only lasts an all too brief moment though, before he's having to let go to lick his hand again. another wave then, longer than the last, and his gaze is fixed on len's face instead. on seeing just what he's doing to the man.
and if his other hand happens to slip to his own cock, well, len certainly does paint an attractive picture right now.]
[Len isn't afraid of being hurt. He trusts Barry to control himself well enough not to damage him - and he's never been afraid of the Flash's power. It has always thrilled him.
He throws his head back with an outright yell, as Barry's hand vibrates over his cock like the most amazing vibrator in the world. It's a moment of pure pleasure, pure loss of control in the face of that pleasure.
At the second wave of vibration, his back actually arches off the bed, and he gives another yell, then drops down on the bed, gasping for breath.]
he, barry allen, made leonard snart make a sound like that.
it's a realization that makes him impossibly harder. that has him wanting to move back up len's body and kiss him senseless. but instead, he doubles down on what he's doing. on drawing those vibrations out further. longer. (on trying not to beat him to the finish line this time.) on wrapping his mouth back around the head of his cock as he tries to push len that little bit more.]
[Len has never been pushed in quite this way before. As in all his dealings with the Flash, he finds himself in a situation at the edge of what he can cope with, but instead of feeling angry or frightened, he adores how it makes him feel.
His voice is soon raw from the sounds he's barely aware he's making, and in a startlingly short period of time, Barry drives him hard into climax. He spills himself into Barry's mouth without warning, shuddering through the waves of pleasure and then sagging down to the bed feeling like a wrung out sponge.
He can barely speak for a few moments, gasping and trembling and starting rather frantically to realize he completely lost his cool and may have woken everyone in the building.
With a grunt, he scrabbles at whatever part of Barry he can reach - his shoulder - and tries to drag him up into a hard embrace. If Barry left now, tried to make good on his threat to reject him after one encounter, Len isn't sure how he'll deal with that.
But expressing that is impossible, for a variety of reasons, so all that comes out of his rough and ragged throat is a single growled word] Mine.
[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.]
[A soft spreading of warmth against his thigh tells Len that Barry's concern about premature ejaculation is still a thing, but he still can't quite fathom why it's considered a problem. It's a hell of an ego stroke, as far as he's concerned, that he can get him to come without even touching him.
Barry's not saying anything - a first - but there's that sweet request for a kiss that Len is only too happy to fulfill. He bends his head just a little, capturing the speedster's lips with a contented, eager rumble in the back of his throat. Though there's hunger in that kiss, there's nothing rushed about it, a movement of lips both lazy and warm.
Len kisses him until it comes to a sort of natural conclusion, hands playing lightly down Barry's smooth, unmarked back and cupping his ass, then moving up again. Finally, he feels like he's regained some shreds of his own dignity, and gently breaks the kiss]
Why'd you come here, gorgeous? [He whispers the words softly, no real urgency to receiving an answer. He might be asking why Barry came into his bedroom on this particular night, or he might mean more generally, why he had come to live here on Len's sofa - or even more globally, why Barry was here in Eudio at all.]
[with the kiss being given so carefully, it's all too easy for barry to relax again. for him to get drawn in to it with a kind of laziness that he hasn't really felt since before his body began to live on fast-forward. so when it's broken again, he only settles against the pillows, a gentle smile on his face despite the question.]
I told you already, your bed is more comfortable than the sofa.
[which, okay, that's true. but that isn't the reason he'd come here tonight. isn't the reason that he sought out leonard rather than one of the others. things between the two of them have been...tense. an air between them that he'd largely believed was one-sided; that attraction he'd felt. he'd never expected it to be shared though. for the evening to end up like this.
[So Barry doesn't want to open up - fine. Len makes a soft, doubtful humming sound, but doesn't pry more deeply. He cinches his arm around Barry's waist possessively and settles against the pillows himself, his eyes gleaming faintly in the dark from the slowly warming dawn light coming in past his curtains.]
Guess you'll want to stay in the bed more often, now, if the sofa's so uncomfortable.
[another time, another situation, and he'd likely be willing to answer those questions that len had. but somehow, the idea of talking about your mother's murderer doesn't feel like a good conversation to have after all they've just done.]
I suppose I could swap with you. I'm sure you'd love your sofa.
[which would almost seem like a serious comment if he could keep the amused look off of his face. too bad he's not too great a liar.]
[Len gives a soft snort] Not happening. You're just gonna have to share.
[He knows it's not really tenable - sometimes (often) (nearly always) - Len needs his own space. But for now he's feeling deeply victorious and affectionate, so he'll pretend.]
[his amusement gives way to confusion as he peers back at len, not entirely sure he's...heard him correctly. the only apartment he knows of is the one that was assigned to him when he first arrived. he's barely used it over the past month, and he hadn't really considered the fact that one day, he might be asked to move back out again.
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he does pull away briefly though, but only so he can take a breath. so he can slide a leg forward to tuck between len's so he can get a personal view of just what that vibrating feels like this time round. enjoy.]
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Fuck...
[He breaks off the kiss with a shudder, pressing his face into Barry's neck.]
You're incredible.
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I want to try something. But I-- You need to tell me if it's no good.
[because...yeah. its been a while. and that, combined with his new abilities means that he's still hesitant to do anything that could potentially ruin all of this.]
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Try anything you like, Scarlet. You really think I'm too shy to tell you if I'm unhappy?
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[he stares down at the space between them, at the path his hand is making as he finally slips his fingers beneath the waistband. as he brushes against skin he's never had the chance to even see before.]
I think you'd be too worried that I'd run if you told me to stop.
[which given his track record isn't the worst assumption to make.]
I'm not going anywhere though. Not this time. [which is a statement accompanied by another kiss. this time more restrained than their last. with more feeling behind it. he cares too much about len to ruin this.]
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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?
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at least he warned len that he'd be too quick?]
...sorry.
[he sounds sheepish despite it all. embarrassment still leaking in to his voice even as he tries to push past it. to focus on just what it was he wanted to do. though first--]
Off.
[len's pants. the same ones he's tugging lazily at, his movements growing more certain once they're off. (his own are a sticky pile in the corner. blink and you'll miss it.) sliding back on top of len all over again, his intentions are all too clear as he takes up a spot on his thighs, gaze flicking between len's face and his cock. there's a smile on his own face as he cups the side of len's cock, leaving him free to finally duck down and run a tongue along its length. a broad stripe across its head. and then he's finally sinking down to try and take as much of it in as he can.]
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And he doesn't laugh when Barry comes quickly. He wants to explore that, in fact, see how many times he can come before he exhausts himself, but Barry has other plans, so that'll have to wait.
His eyes widen as Barry settles between his thighs and he pushes himself up onto his elbows, smiling hungrily. As Barry's mouth engulfs his cock, he rolls his eyes back with a groan, and combs his fingers gently through Barry's hair]
You're incredible.
i'm sorry idk how to be serious
oh right.
he's forced to pull back soon enough, a frustrated look on his face by virtue of the fact that he really doesn't know what he's doing here. it's an annoyance that results in him having to plant his hands against the mattress as they begin to vibrate. (he'd use that to his advantage, but somehow, he doubts that len would appreciate him testing out his fine control on his dick.)]
Just...give me a moment?
[because he can do this. he just has to remember how.]
HAHA I love this
He can be patient, sure, but there's still frustration there. Also, what the hell is Barry doing with his hands, and why isn't he touching Len while doing it?
He'll just have to give the kid some instruction.]
Put your hand around the base. Don't try to deep throat me the first time... just worry about the tip and use your hand.
it's ridiculous ngl
[which, if he can't keep his hands from vibrating, is far too likely an outcome. it's why, rather than follow len's prompting straight away, he takes a moment to breathe and calm himself back down. a moment to shake out his hands and refocus on just what he wants to do.]
The first time? Who says I'm doing this again?
[because it's something to shift the focus, however briefly. something that makes it that much easier for him to grin back up at len as he licks the palm of his hand. as he wraps his fingers back around his cock to give it a slow tug. it's only then that he finally ducks back down once more, his tongue running a warm path over the head of his cock as his hand slowly begins to speed up.]
Deliciously ridiculous, just the way I like it
You won't h-hurt me... [His certainty and poise is ruined somewhat as Barry starts to work him over with a bit more confidence. He breathes out and sinks into the pillow, closing his eyes and luxuriating in the sensations.
But when he speaks up again, there's command in his tone, even if he can't hide the fact that he's a little breathless.]
Do that vibration thing.
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his hand slides closer towards the tip, his thumb brushing over the head of his cock as his hand begins to speed up. as he sends a wave of vibrations down his cock. it only lasts an all too brief moment though, before he's having to let go to lick his hand again. another wave then, longer than the last, and his gaze is fixed on len's face instead. on seeing just what he's doing to the man.
and if his other hand happens to slip to his own cock, well, len certainly does paint an attractive picture right now.]
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He throws his head back with an outright yell, as Barry's hand vibrates over his cock like the most amazing vibrator in the world. It's a moment of pure pleasure, pure loss of control in the face of that pleasure.
At the second wave of vibration, his back actually arches off the bed, and he gives another yell, then drops down on the bed, gasping for breath.]
Barry...
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he, barry allen, made leonard snart make a sound like that.
it's a realization that makes him impossibly harder. that has him wanting to move back up len's body and kiss him senseless. but instead, he doubles down on what he's doing. on drawing those vibrations out further. longer. (on trying not to beat him to the finish line this time.) on wrapping his mouth back around the head of his cock as he tries to push len that little bit more.]
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His voice is soon raw from the sounds he's barely aware he's making, and in a startlingly short period of time, Barry drives him hard into climax. He spills himself into Barry's mouth without warning, shuddering through the waves of pleasure and then sagging down to the bed feeling like a wrung out sponge.
He can barely speak for a few moments, gasping and trembling and starting rather frantically to realize he completely lost his cool and may have woken everyone in the building.
With a grunt, he scrabbles at whatever part of Barry he can reach - his shoulder - and tries to drag him up into a hard embrace. If Barry left now, tried to make good on his threat to reject him after one encounter, Len isn't sure how he'll deal with that.
But expressing that is impossible, for a variety of reasons, so all that comes out of his rough and ragged throat is a single growled word] Mine.
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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.]
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Barry's not saying anything - a first - but there's that sweet request for a kiss that Len is only too happy to fulfill. He bends his head just a little, capturing the speedster's lips with a contented, eager rumble in the back of his throat. Though there's hunger in that kiss, there's nothing rushed about it, a movement of lips both lazy and warm.
Len kisses him until it comes to a sort of natural conclusion, hands playing lightly down Barry's smooth, unmarked back and cupping his ass, then moving up again. Finally, he feels like he's regained some shreds of his own dignity, and gently breaks the kiss]
Why'd you come here, gorgeous? [He whispers the words softly, no real urgency to receiving an answer. He might be asking why Barry came into his bedroom on this particular night, or he might mean more generally, why he had come to live here on Len's sofa - or even more globally, why Barry was here in Eudio at all.]
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I told you already, your bed is more comfortable than the sofa.
[which, okay, that's true. but that isn't the reason he'd come here tonight. isn't the reason that he sought out leonard rather than one of the others. things between the two of them have been...tense. an air between them that he'd largely believed was one-sided; that attraction he'd felt. he'd never expected it to be shared though. for the evening to end up like this.
he wouldn't change a thing though.]
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Guess you'll want to stay in the bed more often, now, if the sofa's so uncomfortable.
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I suppose I could swap with you. I'm sure you'd love your sofa.
[which would almost seem like a serious comment if he could keep the amused look off of his face. too bad he's not too great a liar.]
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[He knows it's not really tenable - sometimes (often) (nearly always) - Len needs his own space. But for now he's feeling deeply victorious and affectionate, so he'll pretend.]
Your own apartment's nearly ready, anyway...
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is that what's happening here?]
...you want me to leave?
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[Len was half drifting off, but that brings his eyes open again and his arm tightens]
Who said anything about you leaving?
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[he pushes himself up onto one arm, a neutral look on his face as he stares down at len. if this is some kind of joke, it's not funny.]
You said my apartment. If you want me to go back, just tell me.
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