[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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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.]