Coldflash + “just fuck me already” kisses
Hi yes hi! I'm still working on these! \o/ I hope you enjoy these two disasters making out!
Electricity crackled over Barry's skin, and Leonard sank his teeth into Barry's bottom lip, shuddering as sparks ignited everywhere they touched, stinging Leonard's fingertips and tongue before grounding in the button on his jeans. It would probably leave a mark. God, Leonard hoped it would leave a mark.
He licked the line of Barry's mouth, just to feel the imprint of his teeth he'd left behind, and turned his head to take advantage of the long line of Barry's throat, biting another mark there that faded in seconds.
"No, wait, don't go," Barry protested, his voice rising in panic like he thought there was anyway in hell Leonard was going to stop now that they were finally here. Barry's hands clenched in fists, grabbing on and clinging to the fluff that lined Leonard's hood. Leonard scraped his teeth against the hinge of Barry's jaw and got a sound so unhinged that his stomach cramped in desperate yearning, his dick hardening so fast it was like his body forgot he was pushing fifty.
"Not going anywhere but bed," Leonard promised, and Barry claimed another eager kiss, teasing Leonard with just enough tongue it made him antsy.
Barry took a few stumbling steps backward and lost his balance— Leonard tightened his grip around Barry's waist and thought for one brief moment he'd be strong enough to keep them upright— and then they were on the floor in a jumble of knees and elbows. Leonard squeezed his eyes shut, overwhelmed by the tangle of horny and ow ow fuck ow assaulting his brain.
Barry wheezed beneath Leonard, struggling to catch his breath, and he eased his fingers away from Leonard's hood, cupping the back of Leonard's head instead. "You okay?"
"Why didn't you…?" Leonard made a brief gesture with his hand. He had no idea what he meant to say or imply. Fuck, his knee hurt.
"Would you forgive me if I. Uh. Said I was distracted?"
Leonard opened his eyes at Barry's bashful words, and yes— Barry's cheeks and ears were a blotchy embarrassed red, a genuine tell Barry couldn't control. "Yeah, but we gotta get off the floor. I'm too old for this shit."
There was a whoosh of movement and speed, and Leonard realized he was on his back, stretched out far more comfortably now that he didn't have Barry's knee jammed against his thigh. Barry was above him, all messy hair and flushed cheeks. Leonard raised his chin, and Barry rewarded him with another kiss, sweet and apologetic.
"How about you just lay there and get comfortable?" Barry said, and there was something about his eyes that promised a reward if Leonard behaved himself. Leonard hated to admit that it was kind of doing something for him. Barry reached between them and popped open the button of Leonard's jeans and eased the zipper down. "I'll take care of you."
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