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Garrett enjoys the moment too, these familiar beats- Barry's hands on his thighs, the way he leans in like he's starving, the moment those lips wrap around the achingly sensitive head. The first brush of tongue (and how nobody can ever seem to resist tonguing the piercing). The thing Garrett always loves about this the most, though, is how eager Barry always seems to take him in. There's no hesitation at all before Barry starts to move farther down on his cock, eyes closing in what looks like satisfaction or relief (and until the day he dies he will never stop marveling at his luck, to have a man who seems relieved to get a cock in his mouth).

A low sigh escapes him; soon he's in deep and Garrett can feel his lover's throat tightening as he chokes softly, little flutters that they both know he'll power through. Garrett strokes his hair and cheek lovingly, looking down at Barry with lidded eyes.

"That's it, sweetheart, you've got it," he murmurs. "Feels good, doesn't it? Being where you belong?"

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Barry moans his agreement, stuffed too full to twist his hair against those gentle strokes the way he wants to. But Garrett's praise rains down, his eyes relaxed with the promise of pleasure, and Barry shifts even closer on his knees, beginning to bob his head slowly. He loves this cock in his ass, but there's something special about holding it in his mouth, his throat. It's intimate, inescapably personal, owning.

Garrett is right - it feels fantastic to be where he belongs.

[defaulthawke]

Garrett’s head falls forward with a deep, rattling breath as Barry starts to fuck himself onto Garrett’s cock. It’s so hot, so tight, so warm and wet and soft that he gasps, already aching with the sweet perfection of it. He has to force his eyes to open- but it’s worth the effort, to see Barry’s lips stretched around him, to see his own cock disappearing into Barry’s mouth over and over. There’s something truly special about the way Barry becomes almost entranced by this, seemingly lulled into a warm, happy, sedated place from the sheer pleasure of a dick in his mouth.

Maker, it’s indescribable. Until the day he dies, Garrett will never get tired of it. It will never stop being a marvel. His hands stroke through that pretty brown hair and he realizes that he’s been talking for a while, murmuring ardent nonsense about how pretty Barry is, and how good he looks like this, and yes, he loves it, doesn’t he.

“You give the best blowjobs in the multiverse, did you know that?” He asks, pushing Barry’s hair from his eyes so Garrett can see the flush in his cheeks. “Nobody else craves it the way you do. It’s like you aren’t complete without a cock inside you.”

[thescarletspeedster]

Barry's eyes flick up, blown black and unfocused, but they find Garrett's face and sharpen. As unbidden as the praise flowing from Garrett's mouth, an answering hum flows from Barry's throat, a low and constant thrum of pleasure that starts in his chest and vibrates subtly around Garrett's cock. He shifts closer, bony knees aching on the ground but Barry is long past registering discomfort, held in a safe and steady place as long as he has Garrett's cock where he needs it. He moves a little faster, still slow, still dreamy and indulgent, working Garrett's cock in deep until it finds the back of his throat, and Barry groans.

[defaulthawke]

Another deep, gratified moan rises up at the subtle vibrations around his cock- not even a meta human kind, but simply the soft vibrations from that hum. Garrett strokes Barry’s hair and cheeks, starting to rock his hips slowly with the pace of Barry’s motions, wanting to see himself in deeper in that gorgeous mouth.

“Does it feel good?” He asks, holding Barry steady in his strong hands. “Are you starting to get hard again? Or are you still aching from before?” His grip on Barry’s hair starts to firm up, fingers twisting in dark strands, holding Barry just a little more still. Shifting the balance a little more his way, so he’s rocking his hips a little more than Barry is moving. Fucking his mouth slowly, gently, still allowing Barry some motion and agency. “I’m working on my next reward from the fae, you know. An enchantment that will let you deep throat without needing to breathe. Would you like that? Do you wish you could have my cock down your throat and never, ever need to stop?”