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.]
[it's more than just a vibration that passes through him this time. it's a full body shudder, his breaths being punched out of him as he gives in to the urge to thrust into len's grip. to take what he needs in the moments before he's coming yet again. his shout is far louder this time, though it's one that ends up muffled as his arm gives out and he's left with his face pressed in to the bed. and for the next few moments, he doesn't move from there, too busy trying to remember how to breathe.
[It seems to Len that Barry's done for the moment. His hand slows right down, hardly moving, though he's still holding Barry's cock loosely in his palm. He kisses him softly on the cheek, nibbles on his earlobe, and then whispers]
[reaching for the hand still wrapped around his cock, he tugs it away so he's safe to turn round in len's hold so he can lay on his back instead. it leaves him free to smile up at the other man. free to twist his fingers into the material of his shirt so he can tug him close as he leans in for a slow, lazy kiss.]
You've got to stop saying stuff like that. People will think you've gone soft.
[it's a response whispered into the air between then, his tone light, amused. he may not be particularly comfortable with the endearments himself, but he isn't about to really ask len to stop.]
[he can't help but roll his eyes at that, though his embarrassment at the sentiment is likely clear despite it. but instead of dwelling on the fact, barry simply settles himself down against len. he knows he'll need to get up in a while. that a trip to both the bathroom and kitchen will need to happen. but for now...
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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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just...give him a while?]
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You're so fucking gorgeous, Barry.
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You've got to stop saying stuff like that. People will think you've gone soft.
[it's a response whispered into the air between then, his tone light, amused. he may not be particularly comfortable with the endearments himself, but he isn't about to really ask len to stop.]
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Nothing soft about telling the truth - and tonight, I am.
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yeah, he's not going anywhere.]