barry.
Barry didn’t get to be like this often, as a speedster it was difficult, and the repercussions weren’t exactly all that enjoyable. But after what happened the past few weeks, he needed this. They needed this. Time together, to just be themselves. That’s was all. He loved Blaine’s kisses, he loved it when they held hands and walked down the street while laughing at their lame jokes. He enjoyed cuddling him, laying next to him, and sex was pretty great. The speedster’s only felt this type of love once, but it never came to be. And at some point, he might have mourned that missed opportunity. But as he hummed letting his tongue press against Blaine’s finger in his mouth and a teasing suck. Mischievous, indeed. Dancing had left their mind a while ago, the world had zeroed down to just the two of them. Laughter leaves him again, and Barry shrugs his shoulders with that far too smug smile on his lips. “I mean, I could play fair, but….” his eyes trailed down his lover’s body. Meeting those honey colored orbs that he could get lost in, “I think you like it when I’m not always nice.” Okay, he might be sobering up a little.
Blaine’s heart was pounding from how he played himself by nudging the length of his finger between those lips just a horribly, spine jittering knuckle or so deeper. Left in the aftermath of what waited for him when he did, he kept his distance trying to ignore how Barry was looking at him in a way that made him want to step back in and do it all over again. In spite of the fact they were on a dancefloor in a room full of people who Blaine seemed to forget were there. Good to see that he wasn’t the only one though. Barry seemed just as smitten and in the moment. Not so gone that he lost his ability to taunt him. Blaine’s eyes narrowed playfully before rolling ceilingward in mock exasperation. “You wish. Also.” It was Blaine’s turn to give the taller of the pair a measuring up and down look as he tentatively closed in again knowing full well he had to be ‘careful’ or his play was going to wind up with him being on the ‘losing’ end. Nudging Barry nearer with a hand on his waist, Blaine pressed a kiss just above his collar. “I am pretty sure the same can be said about you, too. So? Should two play at this game? If so? I think it’s time we excuse ourselves, hm?”
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