[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.
[that confusion is back again, though not for long. not once he finally realizes just what it is that len isn't saying. he knows that they'd been working on another apartment, that there had been a setback or two along the way. but he'd never once thought--]
[The look Len gives him is nearly just as confused. Hadn't he made it clear - surely they'd talked about this... well, maybe he hadn't said so explicitly, but he'd thought it was obvious.]
[his reaction is immediate this time. one moment he's staring down in confusion, the next, he's kissing len with everything he's got. it's more than just a simple thank you. more than just relief at being given a place to stay. here, he feels like he's found somewhere he can belong, and len is far too big a part of that for him to ignore.]
You're giving me an apartment.
[a response that comes from mere inches away, his arms (and legs) wrapping back around len in an attempt to keep him close all over again.]
[Len hadn't fully understood just how much this would mean to Barry. He had thought their deal was clear - Barry could stay as long as he wanted, so long as he cuddled Len and worked in the bar. They had both fulfilled their ends of the bargain, and it seemed like Barry was choosing to stay longer than Len had ever expected - so having a permanent home with a locking door was best for both of them.
He caught Barry by the waist as the younger man surged into him, and returned the kiss with passion, if a little confusion. He smiled bemusedly as Barry pulled away.]
[it's a quiet mutter that comes in the moments before he's closing that gap once more, the kiss more relaxed than the last, but just as heartfelt. he knows that len could have said no all those weeks ago. could have ignored the call or turned him away. but instead, he'd given him a place to stay, had taken him in and ignored the fact that he wasn't the same person that he already knew.
and now there's this. the idea of being able to stay with them permanently, of his continued presence there being welcomed like this-- he isn't sure he'll ever entirely come to terms with it. but he's still happy for it. there may have been a deal in place to ensure his place here at first, but somehow, he doubts that any of them would have kicked him out if he'd refused.
(he's glad, of course, that he hadn't refused. that he'd accepted the offer. it brought him here afterall.)]
[Len's pretty glad, too. He's not sure he would have taken Barry in if there was nothing in it for him - he's pretty sure he wouldn't have. But 'what's in it for him' can be pretty ephemeral, and even the possibility of this kind of gratitude being sent in his direction is of great value in Len's ledger.
He purrs contentedly into Barry's mouth and slips his tongue into his mouth, exploring with a certain amount of possessiveness.
When they come up for air, he doesn't let go, keeping Barry close and pressing a few parting kisses along his jawline until he's got his head pressed against his shoulder]
I don't know, Mick's bed is pretty comfortable too.
[his amusement is more than clear in his voice, a tease to it that he feels comfortable enough to use on len. even if he did mean it, if he did leave and go to join the other rogue, it wouldn't be for the same reasons as this. his relationship with mick is different, more familial than this, and he doesn't plan on changing that.
using their occasional shared night together to wind len up though. that he doesn't mind.]
[Len considers him for a good long moment, then grins with all the mania he has ever shown while fighting the Flash with his cold gun. He shifts and rolls, intending to pin Barry onto the bed with his body, face down.]
[unlike every encounter he's had with the flash, barry is far more willing to submit this time. he knows he could escape if he wanted. that he could run and len would have no chance of catching him right now. but given all they've just done, it's the last thing on his mind. he'd much rather see what the other man has planned.
a shuffle, a soft groan as he finds himself half-hard and pressed against the bed, and then he's looking back over his shoulder expectantly]
[Len grins and firms his grip, hooking his legs around Barry so that they're pressed chest to back, but Barry won't be able to pull away easily. Barry's on his hands and knees, and Len reaches around, and curls his hand around his cock.]
Don't complain, or I'll get out the cock ring and see how long it'll take before you start begging me.
[his hips jerk automatically at the contact, the touch being enough to have him hardening further. it's the words though that have him pausing, his hands curling in to fists around the sheets as he tries to work out how he'd even feel about that. all he knows is, well, holding off isn't easy. he doubts it'd be all that comfortable either, considering just how sensitive he is these days.
a shaky breath, and barry takes ahold of the arm around his waist, having to rest on a elbow to do it. it leaves him free to press back a little, to grind against len. to try and get him to follow through instead of keeping up the tease.]
Please, Len. [though quite what he's asking for is anyone's guess.]
It feels-- It's-- [the words aren't coming though. no real response there simply because those words take a level of brainpower he currently seems to be incapable of providing. but between the breathlessness and the occasional burst of full body vibrations, his feelings on just what len is doing to him are all too clear. he wants this, wants more. he just isn't in any kind of a position to be able to ask for it.]
[Len grins, working Barry over until he spills over his hand. He continues to stroke slowly, gauging the way Barry is reacting, to see if he's too sensitive to continue. But if Barry isn't struggling to get away or acting like what Len is doing is painful to him, he'll work his way up to jerking him off again]
That's it, kid. Fuck, you're hot. Do you know how gorgeous you are? I've wanted to do this since the first time we met. Wanted to fuck you until you screamed my name, and begged me for more, until you couldn't think about anything else. You're beautiful, Scarlet, so fucking beautiful.
[He whispers the filthy endearments into Barry's ear in an unending litany as he works his hand over him again and again]
[his name comes out as a breathless whine, len's words enough to pull it out of him. it feels like too much and not enough at the same time. having len push him on, to try and wring another orgasm out of him so soon after the other. it may not be painful, but it's tiring.
but he wants to be able to do this. for len.
his grip tightens around len's arm, his vibrations growing more urgent as he's pushed closer and closer to the edge all over again.]
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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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Right, your apartment. Down the hall.
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[that confusion is back again, though not for long. not once he finally realizes just what it is that len isn't saying. he knows that they'd been working on another apartment, that there had been a setback or two along the way. but he'd never once thought--]
That's for me?
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Well who'd you think it was for?
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You're giving me an apartment.
[a response that comes from mere inches away, his arms (and legs) wrapping back around len in an attempt to keep him close all over again.]
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He caught Barry by the waist as the younger man surged into him, and returned the kiss with passion, if a little confusion. He smiled bemusedly as Barry pulled away.]
You live here, kid.
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[it's a quiet mutter that comes in the moments before he's closing that gap once more, the kiss more relaxed than the last, but just as heartfelt. he knows that len could have said no all those weeks ago. could have ignored the call or turned him away. but instead, he'd given him a place to stay, had taken him in and ignored the fact that he wasn't the same person that he already knew.
and now there's this. the idea of being able to stay with them permanently, of his continued presence there being welcomed like this-- he isn't sure he'll ever entirely come to terms with it. but he's still happy for it. there may have been a deal in place to ensure his place here at first, but somehow, he doubts that any of them would have kicked him out if he'd refused.
(he's glad, of course, that he hadn't refused. that he'd accepted the offer. it brought him here afterall.)]
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He purrs contentedly into Barry's mouth and slips his tongue into his mouth, exploring with a certain amount of possessiveness.
When they come up for air, he doesn't let go, keeping Barry close and pressing a few parting kisses along his jawline until he's got his head pressed against his shoulder]
You sticking around here for a bit longer?
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[his amusement is more than clear in his voice, a tease to it that he feels comfortable enough to use on len. even if he did mean it, if he did leave and go to join the other rogue, it wouldn't be for the same reasons as this. his relationship with mick is different, more familial than this, and he doesn't plan on changing that.
using their occasional shared night together to wind len up though. that he doesn't mind.]
Perhaps you should convince me to stay.
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As you wish.
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a shuffle, a soft groan as he finds himself half-hard and pressed against the bed, and then he's looking back over his shoulder expectantly]
I'm waiting.
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Don't complain, or I'll get out the cock ring and see how long it'll take before you start begging me.
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a shaky breath, and barry takes ahold of the arm around his waist, having to rest on a elbow to do it. it leaves him free to press back a little, to grind against len. to try and get him to follow through instead of keeping up the tease.]
Please, Len. [though quite what he's asking for is anyone's guess.]
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Talk to me, kid. I told you I wanted to test your refractory period. So you tell me how it feels.
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That's it, kid. Fuck, you're hot. Do you know how gorgeous you are? I've wanted to do this since the first time we met. Wanted to fuck you until you screamed my name, and begged me for more, until you couldn't think about anything else. You're beautiful, Scarlet, so fucking beautiful.
[He whispers the filthy endearments into Barry's ear in an unending litany as he works his hand over him again and again]
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[his name comes out as a breathless whine, len's words enough to pull it out of him. it feels like too much and not enough at the same time. having len push him on, to try and wring another orgasm out of him so soon after the other. it may not be painful, but it's tiring.
but he wants to be able to do this. for len.
his grip tightens around len's arm, his vibrations growing more urgent as he's pushed closer and closer to the edge all over again.]
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I'm here. I ain't going anywhere.
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