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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_Flash_(TV_2014)
  Relationship:
      Barry_Allen/Savitar, Barry_Allen/Leonard_Snart, Savitar/Leonard_Snart,
      Barry_Allen/Savitar/Leonard_Snart
  Character:
      Barry_Allen, Savitar_(The_Flash_TV_2014), Leonard_Snart, Killer_Frost,
      Firestorm
  Additional Tags:
      Age_Difference, Age_Swap, Alternate_Universe_-_Evil, Implied/Referenced
      Rape/Non-con, Evil!Barry, Self-cest, Threesome_-_M/M/M, Double_Anal
      Penetration, Fluff_and_Smut, Smut, Light_Bondage, Orgasm_Delay/Denial,
      Anal_Sex, Plot_What_Plot, PWP, PWP_with_very_explicit_porn, Savitar_is
      totally_Barry's_wife_tho, Killer_Frost_is_so_done, I_Don't_Even_Know, I
      Can't_Believe_I_Wrote_This
  Series:
      Part 2 of Twistedly_Messed_Up
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-19 Words: 10363
****** Waking Up (to insatiable weird lovers) ******
by Demetria_0620
Summary
     The aftermath of the Rogue's victory celebration where Len was woken
     up three times by his new lovers for completely different and odd
     reasons. Not that he was complaining. The third time is a charm.
     Or
     The sequel of my Twistedly Messed Up universe that nobody ask for.
     Click for porn with somewhat-but-not-really plot
Notes
     I swear to god that I wrote this solely for the porn. I really need
     to get the Savitar/Barry ship out of my head. Or maybe not. We all
     can have that one guilty pleasure ship, right?
     This would make sense even more if you read the first part...
     But if you just click for the porn, read away and enjoy~!
     P/S: I DO NOT OWN THE FLASH, or else Savitar would be alive. Annndd I
     really appreciate your comments and kudos, so thank you beforehand
     for those who will be dropping some kudos and comments for this
     piece. This piece is un-betaed, so please forgive any errors!
See the end of the work for more notes
The first time Len woke up, he woke up to the feeling of being watched by a
dangerous predator.
He jolted awake, heart thumped hard against his ribcage at the fear that
crawled on his skin. He almost trashed and fought for freedom when he realized
that he was trapped in strong arms, only to relax the next second when Barry’s
sleepy grunt alerted him of where he actually was and what had transpired
between them last night. Len felt warmth rose to his cheeks and filled his
heart and he instantly placed his hand over Barry’s own, intertwining their
fingers as the speedster grunted again, pulling Len even closer to his chest.
“You know, I have never seen him sleep so fitfully like that.”
Len almost shrieked.
Almost.
He twisted in Barry’s embrace until Barry was snuggled up to his side rather
than half-draped over his body, and saw Savitar sitting cross-legged on the
edge of the bed, calmly sipping on a mug of what it smelled like hot cocoa. The
younger speedster was wearing his clothes from earlier—tight-ripped jeans and
black tank top, sans the leather jacket—his hair disheveled and a mess although
the mismatched eyes were wide awake, filled with devious mischief.
Len felt fear engulfed him.
“Mooorning,” Savitar greeted, the scarred tissue on his face stretched as he
grinned at Len.
What did Sara said about Savitar and Barry? That Savitar was Barry’s second-in-
command and lover?
Shit, Len is so dead.
Savitar’s grin turned malicious.
Shit, shit, shit, shit.
Then, the younger speedster snorted, body shaking as he pressed a hand to his
mouth in a lousy attempt to muffle his laughter. The thick liquid in his mug
rocked like angry waves as he trembled in muffled hysterics. Savitar took a
complete minute struggling with his laughter before he finally opted to place
the mug onto the floor, only to crawl across the mattress so that he ended up
draped over Barry’s body like a boneless spoiled cat.
“Don’t look so scared, Lenny,” the psychopathic speedster hummed, his position
made him to be mere millimeters away from Len’s naked chest. “I know how to
share.”
That surprised Len. “You’re not mad?”
Savitar shook his head, slipping one hand deviously between Len’s and Barry’s
bodies. He roused them both with slow vibrating strokes—Len was almost ashamed
that he easily got hard while Barry hardened in split seconds although the man
was still blissfully ignorant in his sleep. Savitar’s gaze flickered towards
Barry, an amused smile formed on his lips.
“Now, now, Lenny…,” the speedster smiled that sardonic smile again. “I’m not
going to hurt you just because you slept with my man. I did ask him to invite
you to our bed…permanently.”
Len’s eyes widened incredulously, although his effort to remain cool was
challenged with the pleasure coming from Savitar’s skillful hand. He parted his
lips to retort, but only little gasps and moans of pleasure escaped him.
Savitar leant close to nip on Len’s lower lip.
“Really, I have never seen him comfortable enough to sleep like this,” he
murmured once he had retreated back to his earlier position draped over Barry’s
body, and Len swore he saw the mismatched eyes softened—there was actual
fondness in Savitar’s usually cold voice. “He always slept with an eye open,
vigil and alert like he was expecting an attack that it was almost worrying,”
Savitar peppered Barry’s clothed shoulder with little kisses, smirking fondly
when Barry sighed in his sleep. “Twenty-five years never sleeping peacefully,
it took a toll on his body and mind you know?”
Len watched, dumbfounded when Savitar leant over to kiss Barry’s cheek with
such affection that Len never thought the psychopath could possess. His hand
finally left its devious task as he brought said hand up and licked the
trickling pre-cum clean—and Len couldn’t help but shiver in desire at the lewd
display. Savitar is a fucking tease. One of these days Len is going to bend the
psychopathic speedster to half and fuck him for good.
Oblivious(?) to Len’s problem, Savitar gently pried Barry’s hands off Len’s
waist before he pushed Barry to lay flat on his back. Barry was still
blissfully asleep by the time Savitar crawled over to lay over him. The younger
speedster tangled their legs together, cheek pressed against Barry’s heart, one
of his hands intertwined tight with Barry’s own while the other reached out to
pull Len closer, resting just above Len’s rapidly beating heart. Savitar
exhaled, his shoulders grew lax as the breath escaped him, eyes fluttered close
in exhaustion.
When those mismatched eyes opened again, they have softened considerably,
staring sleepily at Len. “He actually loves you, you know?” he murmured,
stifling a yawn. “But, an idiot he is, he ain’t going to say it.”
Len honestly didn’t mind if Barry never said that he loved him. The man’s
action was far louder than his words.
“Huaaahh,” Savitar yawned again. “I’m so tired,” he mumbled, nuzzling his nose
to Barry’s neck. “I hate giving speeches. I kill people, not lecture them,” he
whined, unintentionally reminding Len that Len had stolen the leader of Rogues
in the celebration night of their victory’s anniversary.
Len flushed at that thought.
He then casted a quick glance at the glass wall. It was still dark outside, so
it was probably sometime between midnight and dawn. The celebration must have
ended after Len had fallen asleep, because there were no sounds of festivities
from the city beneath them. Or they just be rowdy and chaotic in the lair. You
never know with all these villains and criminals if they even sleep or not.
Len stared at the psychopathic speedster.
So….Savitar straight up looking to cuddle with Barry right after his social
responsibility ended?
That was so cute.
Savitar yawned again and he stretched on top of Barry, looking so much like a
cat before he slipped down to snuggle between Barry and Len. Barry rolled over
automatically, as if he was gravitated towards the younger speedster, the
oldest among the three of them threw an arm over their tangled bodies,
successfully squishing both Savitar and Len in his embrace. Len tentatively
wrapped and arm round Savitar’s waist and when the psychopathic speedster made
no move to phase his bone out, he neared their distance until Savitar was
squished flush against his and Barry’s chests.
“For a child, you’re really handsome, kid,” Savitar hummed, eyes hooded with
sleep as he leant closer to rest his head at the crook of Len’s neck. “I miss
seeing the old sexy version of you, but this adorable young version is fine
too…”
Len blinked. Whaaatttt?? Old version of himself? Is Savitar from the future or
what?
“I’m seventeen, going to eighteen,” though, Len did mutter back with a scowl.
“I’m not a child.”
“Hmm~ Barry is forty-eight. And I’m officially forty-two,” the younger
speedster mumbled, voice thick with sleep. “Although I’m actually thirty-two,
since I aged slower than the rest of you. Either way, compared to us, you’re an
infant, kid.”
Len snorted, resisting his needs to ask what Savitar meant that he aged slower.
But then again, Savitar was supposedly in his late twenties when he first made
appearance fifteen years ago. He still looked late twenties in Len’s eyes. No
trace of aging at all. Weird. Knowing that he would get the answer soon if he
stayed with these two, Len shrugged the curiosity away and dared himself to
reach a hand to card through Savitar’s hair. It was soft and silky, sliding
smoothly between his fingers. Savitar shivered, leaning to Len’s touch as his
hands blindly groped for the blanket but Len beat him to it. Len threw the
blanket over their tangled bodies, planning to go to sleep himself when Savitar
slipped to sleep almost the same moment the blanket fell over his shoulders.
Len’s gaze fell to Savitar’s peaceful sleeping face.
It seemed like Barry wasn’t the only one that needed a fitful sleep.
 
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The second time Len woke up, he woke up to a soft hum and tiny whimpers.
He blearily opened his eyes, squinting at the barest hint of light from the
huge billboard on the building right across their window. It was still dark
outside, so it can’t be more than an hour or two from the time Savitar slipped
into bed to snuggle with him and Barry. He rolled over to his side, and rubbed
the sleep away with his hands as he blinked to adjust to the dim light of the
bedside lamp. The humming stopped as Len propped his body up with his elbow
before he felt gentle hand stroked his cheek.
“Sorry I wake you up,” Barry’s voice was barely above a whisper but the apology
sounded genuine.
“Barry?” Len squinted in the darkness, making out the outline of Barry’s body
as much as the dim lighting allow him to as he sat, hands still rubbing the
sleep out of his eyes. “What are you doing, awake at such early hours?”
Before Barry could answer, Len heard soft choked whimpers from the mound
between them. His gaze instantly fell to the mound of blankets, brows raised in
surprise upon seeing the well-known psychopathic speedster was the one who made
such pathetic noise. Barry leant down almost instantly, peppering the scarred
cheek with little kisses, one of his hands gently stroking the younger
speedster’s hair while the other rubbed small circles on the jutting bones of
Savitar’s hips until the whimpering stopped. Curious and concerned, Len planted
his palm over Savitar’s cheek, only to be awed at the dampness of the skin.
His eyes widened.
Savitar was crying.
Len shot Barry a curious look. “What—?”
“Nightmares,” Len saw Barry’s shoulders moved in a half-shrug, like this was
something he was so used to. “It always happened around this time of the year.
He got….emotional.”
Len never thought a cold heartless psychopath could even get this kind of
emotional but hey, the more you know~
“Why?”
“Probably remembering his old life. Before I kidnapped him from his Earth.”
Okay, Len didn’t know that. He always thought that Savitar might be Barry’s
younger brother (which kinda freaky now he thought about it, knowing these two
have been practically married to each other for fifteen years because come
on—incest is wrong) but he guessed it shouldn’t surprise him that Savitar was
from another Earth. It made sense even.
“Does he have a good life back then?” Len asked.
“If he does, he wouldn’t be here, would he?” Barry hummed, shifting so that he
was resting his back against the headboard, Savitar’s head nestled on his lap.
“Love and hate are so similar indeed. It’s too easy to mistake one for the
other,” he murmured softly, chuckling as if there was a joke there that Len
didn’t understand.
“Barry, what—”
“Go back to sleep, Lenny,” the older man cut him off, and although his voice
was soft and gentle, the order was clear and absolute. “Barth would bring Cold
over tomorrow,” Len could make out the outline of amused smile on Barry’s face
as the older man patted his head. “I want you to meet him, pick up a trick or
two from him.”
“Cold?”
“Mm-hmm~”
“Who is...”
“A business associate of mine. Multiverse business is profitable if you know
who to partner with.”
“And you want me to meet him because….?”
Barry’s eyes glinted in the dark, and Len suddenly felt like a helpless prey
under the scrutinized watch of a dangerous predator as goosebumps erupted on
his skin. Barry smiled at him, his hand returned to card through Savitar’s
hair.
“You’ll understand tomorrow,” he hummed, clearly dismissing the topic as he
closed his eyes, shoulders sagged against the headboard. “Go back to sleep,
Lenny.”
It was an order that Len has no intention of disobeying, hence he immediately
laid back onto the bed, shifting and twisting until he found comfort having
Savitar’s warmth against his bare skin. The speedster’s back was flush against
his chest when he tucked his chin on Savitar’s shoulder, arms wrapped around
the slim waist of the speedster, blushing sheepishly when he noticed that Barry
was watching with an expression of fondness and amusement. He buried his nose
into Savitar’s hair, feeling the blunt tips of Barry’s fingers grazed his scalp
as he let his eyes fluttered shut and the exhaustion pulled him back to the
land of sleep.
He hoped that the next time he was woken up, it won’t be a terrifying or
confusing experience.
 
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The third time Len was woken up, it was due to a needy muffled whine.
Len rolled onto his back, eyes blinking tiredly that it took him a couple of
moments to gain his bearing back from the land of sleep, the warmth and safety
Barry’s bed offered made the task even more difficult.
That was, until he realized that he wasn’t the only one awake at such ungodly
hours of too early morning.
“God damn it, Barry,” Savitar’s voice was hoarse and whiny, laced with a hint
of desperation. “For a speedster, you’re awfully slow.”
“Patience, doll,” Barry grunted and Len could almost imagine the teasing smile
on the older man’s face as he heard Savitar yelped before the younger speedster
let out a low filthy moan. “And keep your voice down. We don’t want to wake
Lenny up, don’t we? He needs rest. He took so much for me last night.”
Len flushed, fondness grew in his chest at the care in the older man’s words.
“Yeah, with how you sleep, I can guess that he took A LOT from you,” Savitar
retorted sarcastically. Then, he gasped and whimpered,voice soft. “Barry! Stop
playing around!”
“Sssshhhhh, baby, shush,” Barry hushed, though the hint of sadistic
satisfaction was clear in his voice. “If Lenny wake up, I’m going to have so
much fun on you till you break.”
Len promptly closed his eyes and pretended to still be asleep.
He needed to get on Savitar’s good side after all.
But of course, to pretend to be unaffected by these two took a lot of effort
from Len’s part. With his eyes closed, the rest of his senses were heightened
and it was impossible to ignore the noises both speedsters made. It was obvious
what they were up to right now, so early in the morning when the sun hasn’t
even wake up yet. Len felt the bed dipped, followed with Savitar’s loud gasp.
The gasp turned to whimpers, and he felt a movement right next to him, as if
someone was clawing on the bedsheets.
Len was tempted to open his eyes and watch.
So sorely tempted.
Though, before he could contemplate on the idea, Barry choked an amused laugh
and made the decision for him.
“Lenny, baby, you can open your eyes,” the older man said, voice gentle and
assuring. “I know that you’re awake.”
Len cracked open his eyes and blushed sheepishly when he was greeted with
Barry’s knowing smirk.
“Morning, baby,” the older speedster slurred, eyes hooded while his hair was a
complete mess, his shirt was completely unbuttoned and hung loosely over his
frame.
Len licked his lips upon noting the very visible hickey on Barry’s shoulder. He
wanted to leave his mark too.
Barry grinned and shifted slightly, invoking a soft whimper from the third
person on the bed. Len’s eyes fell onto Savitar, whom now was shoved face down
onto the mattress with Barry’s hand keeping his head in place, his tank top
been pushed up to his armpits while his jeans tangled between his ankles. His
whole back was littered with hickeys, mismatched eyes screwed shut tightly as
he clawed on the bedsheets, little noises of desperation slipped past his lips
as Barry’s hand recklessly breached his seemingly tight body.
Len hardened, eyes fixed on his two…lovers…as he shimmied out of the blankets
and crawled closer.
He had never seen this side of Barry before.
Oh, he had heard the rumours. That the Flash was like a starving wolf hiding in
a sheep’s pure white fleece. This was the fallen hero that had been tortured
and driven to the point of pure madness. The Flash’s bloodlust spree was a dark
time for Central City, a time to be remembered, that Len actually learnt it in
school, despite the nagging question at the back of his head wondering why the
heck the Flash let the stories of his mad bloodlust phase went into middle
school’s textbook. That was a really horrible publicity right there.
But then, Len got sent to juvie, flunked out of school, ran away from Lewis and
started to raise Lisa on his own. Nothing but Lisa occupied his mind since
then…until he met Barry who was so gentle and kind and was willing enough to
build blankets fort and play house with Lisa—
—and apparently was the (supposedly insane) Flash.
Len have only seen the gentle and sweet side of Barry.
Thus, the sight before him right now was something to behold. Gone now the
sweet gentleness Barry always displayed around Len as it was replaced with
sardonic confidence. Barry tilted his head, clear green eyes caught Len’s own,
giving him a gaze so powerful that Len felt the need to submit and oblige as he
crawled closer till his knees were mere centimeters to Savitar’s flushed face.
Barry purred, a deep noise of satisfaction that vibrated from his throat as he
leant over Savitar to kiss Len, his fingers went knuckles deep inside the
younger speedster and those digits must have vibrated too because Savitar
gasped, fingers clawing on the sheets, his damp forehead fell onto Len’s thigh
with a soft ‘thud’.
It was like a shift of personalities, a distinct difference between Barry Allen
and the Flash.
Even the kiss was different.
Barry’s kiss was bruising this time, aimed to dominate and conquer, teeth and
tongue invaded without any care of the pleasant pain he left in his wake that
Len ended up whimpering, his fingers fisted on the collar of Barry’s rumpled
shirt, pulling the older man closer and closer, wanting more than he was given
despite the tingling feeling of slight pain and numbness of his lips.
When they broke apart, Len tasted copper in his mouth, his mind was hazed with
want and needs.
“Both of you are so pretty,” Barry said, almost resembling an awed sigh as he
finally pulled his fingers out, stripping Savitar’s legs free in the process.
He squeezed the younger’s speedster shaking thighs, bending down just a little
to drop few kisses on the scarred cheek before murmuring lazily. “Have I erased
him from your thoughts or do you need more, sweetie?”
Len started. Him?
He didn’t have the chance to ask because Savitar crawled up his lap and there
were gentle kisses on the tip of his hardened length, the psychopathic
speedster looked up at Len with beseeching desperate eyes. Barry’s hand thread
in those soft brown hair, tugging and pulling playfully before the older
speedster guided Savitar’s head down, the wet lips parted open automatically to
take Len in. Len was barely able to conceal his moans when Barry kept pushing
Savitar’s head down till he had taken Len to the hilt, his throat bulged upon
the intrusion. Len was tempted to ran his hands over the stretched skin, to
feel the contour of his dick inside the tight throat.
Then, Savitar started vibrating and Len shouted in shock and pleasure, his
hands gripped on the sheets behind him in his feeble attempt to brace himself.
This was too much.
He was balancing on the edge of pleasure, his vision swam with hazy blur and
flashes of colours, his dick twitched in anticipation as Barry gently bobbed
Savitar’s head up and down, using the younger speedster to get Len off. The
little voice at the back of Len’s head wondered if this was okay, using Savitar
like this but then the concern been overridden with lust as he bucked his hips
up to match with Barry’s pace and fucked Savitar’s throat senseless.
He whined when Barry pulled Savitar off just when he was at the brink of
cumming, the younger speedster went lax as Barry released his head and Savitar
collapsed like a broken marionette between them. The mismatched eyes were
glazed and brimmed with tears, his breaths came out in short hoarse pants and
he was shaking badly. It was such a pitiful sight.
“You’re mine, Barry…,” Barry whispered and Len watched, entranced as Savitar
choked upon hearing that name but Barry was obviously having none of it as he
flipped the younger man over, one arm curled round the slim waist while the
other fisted into Savitar’s brown locks as he kissed Savitar with anger and
possessiveness.
Len gulped as he watched, wondering if that was how he looked like whenever
Barry kissed him—cheeks flushed pink, eyes screwed shut so tight that it looked
hurt while hands weakly clung to the older man, completely helpless to Barry’s
mercy.
And damn, did Savitar looked hot been rendered helpless like that.
A hot mess.
The speedsters parted painstakingly slow, so slow that Len could see the way
Barry’s tongue traced the back of Savitar’s teeth while Savitar gasped and
choked for air before the older between the two suckled on Savitar’s lower
lips, nipping on the soft wet lips until the younger speedster let out a needy
whine.
Seemingly pleased with the whine, Barry planted a gentle kiss on Savitar’s
lips.
“Cute,” he chuckled.
Savitar smacked his chest. “Asshole,” he grumbled, bruised lips curled to a
pout.
This time Barry did laugh. He pulled his younger counterpart up until Savitar
was seated on his lap, his lips planted gentle kisses all over the exposed
collar bone, his hands rubbed small circles on the younger’s lower back. “You
back with us yet, sweetie?”
Savitar flushed pink and jerked his head in a shaky nod. “Sorry,” he muttered.
Barry nuzzled his nose to Savitar’s hair. “S’okay. You missed him.”
“It’s not okay because you’re here,” Savitar grumbled, but seemingly more mad
to himself. “I hate him. I love you.”
Len watched curiously, sorely tempted to ask but thought that it would be rude
to intrude what that seemed like a really private and intimate moments between
the two speedsters.
“Savitar,” Barry chuckled in a fond exasperated tone, his lips trailed kisses
up to the curve of Savitar’s jaw. “Love and hate are so similar that it’s too
easy to mistake one for the other,” he smiled against the scarred cheek. “I
don’t mind. I know I’m not a consolation prize.”
Len was very, very confused.
“He hates me. I tried to kill his Iris.”
“Good thing I killed my Iris long time ago, huh?”
Savitar blinked, stared at Barry’s smug smirking face for a moment before he
buried his face to the crook between Barry’s neck and shoulder, arms tightened
round Barry’s neck as he legitimately giggled—the tinkling sound was so
carefree and honest. He snorted as Barry patted his back, finally pulling away
to plant one sloppy kiss over Barry’s lips.
“I love you, you jerk,” he hummed, though, there was no bite in his tone.
Barry laughed. “Until death do us apart, honey.”
Len felt very, very guilty for coming in between these two.
He was about to crawl out of the bed, planning to take care of his problem on
his own when two different hands shot out of nowhere and pulled him back to the
bed—he ended up with his chest flush against Savitar’s back as the scarred
speedster leant back towards him, shoulder sagged and fully relaxed while his
bare legs shifted to wrap round Barry’s waist.
Barry reached around Savitar to wrap his arms round Len’s waist.
“And where do you think you’re going, Lenny?”
Len stammered. “I’m going…out? You two need your privacy and I don’t want to be
in between you two…”
“You do realize that I’m the one in between both of you right?” Savitar
snorted, wriggling a bit as if to emphasize his position being sandwiched
between Len and Barry.
Both Barry and Len winced when their erections pressed tight against one
another as Savitar’s movement caused them to slide up between the cleft of
those soft cheeks.
Savitar grinned.
“Since we’re all already up at this ungodly hours….,” he trailed, tilting his
head innocently as he ground down, invoking sharp gasp from both men that were
sandwiching him.
“Tease,” Len grumbled, though his arms did snake round the slim waist,
anchoring Savitar in place as he bucked his hips up.
Savitar whimpered.
Barry laughed—his movement ever so slow as he angled his hips, nudging the tip
of his dick up the slick entrance, all the while he was leaning close to suck
on Savitar’s collar bone. “Might as well we all have fun, eh Lenny?”
Len barely managed a shocked gasp when there was a blurred whirlwind of
movement and he was sitting with his back against the headboard, Savitar was
stripped completely naked and laid flat with his head resting on Len’s lap. The
younger speedster has his lower back supported by a small pillow while one of
his legs wrapped tight round Barry’s waist as the other one rested comfortably
over Barry’s shoulder. Len thread his fingers in Savitar’s hair, fingers
tightening to fist when Savitar tilted his face to the side and ran wet
vibrating tongue over the length of Len’s dick, the exact time Barry decided to
lean down, forcing Savitar’s leg that was resting on his shoulder to be brought
down till it was visibly parallel to the younger speedster’s head. Savitar
hissed, possibly to the stretch of his muscles after being forced bent that
way, but he kept licking and suckling on Len’s flesh as if to distract himself.
Barry chuckled, leaning a bit lower till Savitar whimpered in pain before he
started showering open-mouth kisses all over the younger speedster’s chest and
tensed abs.
Len fisted Savitar’s hair tighter when the speedster twisted so that he could
properly took Len into that warm vibrating mouth. Barry’s fingers joined Len’s
for a while, threading between the damp brown strands soothingly before he
abandoned the action as he started biting and nibbling on every exposed skin of
Savitar’s body, tempting soft moans and whines from the younger. Barry moved
slightly forward, pushing Savitar’s leg even lower and he chuckled at how easy
he could do that, his laugh vibrated against the skin of Savitar’s throat.
“I could never get over on how flexible you are, honey~,” Barry sucked on
Savitar’s collarbone, trailing his wet tongue over the outline of the bone
before he bit down onto the flesh and thrust his hips slightly forward.
Savitar trembled and moaned, eliciting a groan from Len who bucked his hips
until the tip of his dick scraped the back of Savitar’s throat.
Savitar vibrated and Len felt himself to be balancing on the edge, so close to
cum down the willing throat.
Unfortunate for him, Savitar detached himself from Len’s dick, thin string of
saliva connected the bruised lips with Len’s leaking tip as Savitar tilted his
head, eyes glazed and hooded.
“Barry...,” he whimpered, fingers curled to painful claws on Len’s thighs.
“Yes, honey?” Barry chuckled, caressing Savitar’s thighs and tilted his head to
the side to kiss the beautiful leg.
Savitar whimpered and moaned in response, his breathing escalated faster when
Barry’s fingers crept higher up his thighs, soft moans spilled from his mouth
as the touches intensified with slightest hint of vibration. He arched his
back, screaming in need when Barry teasingly prodded his hole with slick
vibrating fingers.
“Barry!!” He whined, hands fisting the sheets tight, nose millimeters away from
Len’s throbbing length.
Barry’s eyes shone with hunger and lust as he stared down at Savitar.
“Lenny,” he called out, voice husky and rough with sex though the power of his
orders was absolute.
“Y-yes?” Len stuttered, barely able to remove his gaze from the sexy sight of
his dick rubbing along Savitar’s good cheek. It was so close to push his flesh
past those panting lips and fucked the warm mouth for good.
“In the bedside table,” Barry huffed, voice a little bit hurried. “There are
condoms if you want to use them. We usually didn’t use them, since it was only
us and neither of us can contract any virus…but it’s up to you,” he said as he
pulled Savitar up until his younger lover was comfortably seated on his lap,
Savitar’s legs wrapped tight round his waist while his length fit snugly
between the soft cheeks.
Len thought for a moment before deciding that he trusted these two and he
really wanted to fill Savitar with his cum.
Barry smirked when Len scrambled closer towards him. Len situated himself
behind Savitar, arms snaking round the speedster’s waist as he peppered the
exposed warm skin with kisses, suckling lightly to leave marks. Barry’s eyes
softened when Savitar tilted his head back to rest on Len’s shoulder and a gasp
was all that Len could let out when Barry tilted his face up in a searing kiss.
Len closed his eyes, moving one hand to cup Barry’s face while his other hand
kept Savitar anchored down. They parted, Barry traced Len’s teeth gently with
his tongue before planting little kisses at the corner of his mouth. The older
man then shifted and kissed Savitar—his possessiveness and desire were shown
with the way Savitar crumpled and whined to the intensity of the kiss.
Barry deepened the kiss, his hand that was resting on Savitar’s hip traveled
lower to squeeze the firm ass, earning him a soft moan that he greedily
swallowed. His other hand reached out to Len’s panting lips, tracing the
chapped wet lips before he slid his fingers inside the warm cavern. Len sucked
hard, coating the digits with his saliva, curling his tongue round Barry’s
fingers, enjoying the pleasant tingle of vibration against his tongue and
continued nipping on the tip of the fingers until Barry pulled away—the fingers
left his mouth with a gentle ‘pop’. Barry licked his lips, planting another
gentle peck on Savitar’s gaping lips.
“How do you want to do this, honey?” Barry murmured, dragging his lips over
Savitar’s like a gentle caress. “It’s your call.”
Savitar whimpered, tilting his face to the side to plant a desperate kiss on
the underside of Len’s jaw, all the while clawing on Barry’s shirt. Len
responded with a gentle kiss of his own, Savitar’s temple was warm and damp
against his lips, brown hair stuck to the man’s forehead. It took a complete
half a minute before the younger speedster could respond, voice strained and
desperate.
“Both of you,” he choked, one hand curled at the nape of Barry’s neck while the
other twisted to clutch on Len’s bicep. “Take charge,” he whined, mismatched
eyes fluttered open to catch intense green eyes. “Use me. Make me yours.”
Barry traced the needy lips with his fingers, eyes flickered in Len’s
direction, blue meeting green in mutual understanding before Len took charge,
one hand fisted in Savitar’s hair as he tilted the speedster’s face towards
him, catching the willing lips in a domineering kiss. Len kissed like he was
fighting for his life, tongue and teeth fought to win, rendering Savitar a
whimpering mess against his lips. A choked gasp had Len to pull away though,
and he casted an annoyed look at Barry, who only grinned at him, three of his
vibrating slick fingers were already knuckles deep inside Savitar.
Barry stretched and scissor Savitar open with one hand, while the other gently
stroke Len—the miniscule vibration kept Len on edge, but wasn’t enough to push
him over. Len hissed and bit down on Savitar’s shoulder, scowling at Barry when
the man spread his slick fingers over his tip, spreading the pre-cum all over
the oversensitive flesh.
“Barry,” Len growled when Barry flicked a devious finger over his slit.
Savitar has the nerve to snort. “Get used to it, kid. Our man is an asshole.”
Barry punished him by pressing up a strongly vibrating finger over his
prostate, invoking a yelp and needy mewl from him. “You were saying….?” Barry
drawled, raising an eyebrow smugly.
“Like I said…,” Savitar moaned. “An asshole. A jerk. Sadistic asshole jerk,” he
thrashed and wailed when the vibration against his prostate got stronger, eyes
brimmed with tears when he managed to gather his shattered pieces back and
glared angrily at Barry. “Why do I marry you again?”
Len would’ve laughed at the way Savitar sulkily spat his words out but he was
pretty occupied in holding himself back, fighting against the needs to embrace
completion and cum all over Barry’s evil hand. Barry caught his gaze and the
man grinned knowingly at him, the strokes got slightly faster that Len has to
grit his teeth, screwed his eyes shut and summoned all of his willpower to not
cum before they even started.
Which was becoming an increasingly difficult task with each stroke of Barry’s
hand.
God, he was going to come the moment he slid inside Savitar, wasn’t he?
Barry grinned evilly.
Len internally swore. Yes. Yes, he would.
And true to his prediction, when Barry pushed him to lay on the center of the
bed, hand still gently stroking him as he guided Len to enter the tight heat,
Len had that split second of intense tightness as Savitar spasmed and vibrated
upon the intrusion before his world went white and he felt the stickiness of
his own release lubricating the tight constricting walls around his soft dick.
He breathed heavily, hands clutching the slender ones in his own (huh, when did
he grasp Savitar’s hands….) while Savitar collapsed on top of him, choked gasps
tore out of his throat while his shaky hands squeezed on Len’s own in short
intervals.
“That was quick.”
Len scowled at Barry.
What an asshole.
However, before he could apologize to Savitar for ending it too quick, the
younger speedster whimpered and mewled, wriggling around on his lap, the
tightness clamped down on his limp flesh. It took him a few moments to climb
down from his high to realise that Savitar was whimpering and muttering
something to his chest.
“Barry…He’s big. He’s really big,” Savitar mewled, hands grasping Len’s own
tighter. “Please tell me that you’re hard, kid. God, if you’re this big when
you’re soft, kid, I’m going to phase your whole ribcage out—”
Barry silenced his rant with a kiss.
Well, wasn’t that a wonderful ego-boost.
And for the record, Len wasn’t even halfway there yet. Yes, he was very young,
but his teenage horny hormones have started to diminish strategically now that
he’s nearing twenty…eighteen…okay, fine. His libido hasn’t been running high
ever since Lewis’ advances and he did have Lisa to worry about these past 6
months, so cut him some slack for not focusing on his more primal needs, okay?
He needed time to recover.
“I know that he’s big,” Barry hummed, lips peppering Savitar’s shoulder with
kisses as he gazed knowingly at Len. “I also know how much of a size queen you
are, honey….,” he leant over Savitar’s shoulders to kiss Len’s cheek, that smug
smirk was plastered on his face when he pulled away and added, “…so, win-win?”
Savitar groaned. “Jerk,” he mumbled to Len’s chest.
Len found himself to wrap his arms around the shaking body on top of him, hands
rubbing soothing circles on the span of sweaty skin he was able to reach,
feeling the pull of arousal tugged on his lower abdomen when Savitar whimpered
to his ministration. Len smiled and dropped a few kisses on Savitar’s scarred
cheek when the speedster mewled and shifted, the man was burying his face to
the crook of Len’s neck when Barry’s hand slipped between their bodies. Len
felt a movement on his abdomen, where Savitar’s own cock was pressed flushed to
his stomach and he gotten even more curious when he saw Barry’s mischievous
grin.
Savitar started to pant and mewl helplessly.
“Barry, you ass,” the younger speedster whimpered and Len felt tears dampened
the skin of his clavicle.
Barry came into their view and gently thread his fingers through Savitar’s
hair. “You know you’d enjoy it, honey,” he hummed, kissing Savitar’s cheek
sweetly.
“I hate you, you jackass.”
“Mm-hmm~”
“HATE.”
Len chuckled. These two were so adorable, despite their ruthless reputation.
Barry kissed Len lovingly, crushing Savitar between their bodies. It was slower
and more passionate but nothing less than the way he kissed Len when it was the
two of them last night. Barry laid siege with his teeth and mouth, each move of
his lips was calculated, the way his teeth grazed and nipped sought for the
weakness that made Len whimpered in needs, tongue prodding with obvious
intention of getting a rise out of Len—of which Len returned with a growl and
hurried press of his lips. Barry curled his hand at the nape of Len’s neck,
forcing him to slow down to match the speedster’s pace and isn’t that
ironic—the fastest man alive wanted to slow down?
They finally parted when Savitar whimpered and by then did Len finally noticed
the pool of stickiness between his abdomen as Savitar dripped all over him,
along with the pleasant snugness of tight heat against his hardened flesh.
Len watched as Barry’s gaze flitted down, the man’s tongue darted out to lick
his lips upon noticing that Len was ready for another go. Barry ran his hands
up and down Savitar’s sides, the movement made it seemed like he was trying to
calm down his younger counterpart. He hushed and cooed at Savitar, lips
brushing the tears away as he kissed the burnt skin on the younger speedster’s
cheek. Savitar choked a gasp, mewling softly as he tried to adjust before he
twisted around to peck Barry’s lips.
“Whenever you’re ready, babe,” Barry murmured softly with the patience of a
saint, if only that evil smirk wasn’t on his face. “We’re going to break you
apart, so you might need to relax a bit more...”
“Not romantic, Barry,” Savitar grumbled, clutching on Len’s shoulders as he
tried to shift and wriggle around. “And you,” he scowled at Len. “You’re too
young to have a dick this big.”
“Not my fault,” Len snorted and moved his hips slightly, causing the speedster
to gasp and clawed on his chest, leaving angry red mark in his wake.
Savitar panted and huffed, sweat dripped from his forehead as he felt the slick
tip of the familiar hardness nudged up his stretched rim and he immediately
reached behind to hold onto Barry’s hand. Barry’s chin dropped to rest on his
shoulder, a soothing hum rumbled from the older man’s throat as Savitar felt
Barry squeezed his hands back. He inhaled a deep breath, once, twice, before he
tilted his head to kiss Barry’s jugular.
“Do it,” he grunted out, body tensing simultaneously.
“Relax, babe,” Barry hummed, fingers massaging the tensed muscle on Savitar’s
lower back and he only started pushing in when the tension ebbed away from his
young counterpart’s body.
Savitar wailed and trashed when he felt his body been stretched beyond his
limit, little drip of saliva trickled out his gaping mouth when Barry slowly
slid inside him; inch by torturous inch until the older speedster too, was
sheathed deep inside his ass. Barry groaned, a little noise of pleasure that
rumbled from his throat while Len let out a strangled moan; both men felt the
pleasant intense friction of having their dicks being pressed snug against each
other inside the tight welcoming heat.
“Holy fuck it felt so good.”
Savitar whined upon their unison outburst, hands seeking support until Barry
held onto his right hand while Len took his left, both of them squeezed his
hands soothingly.
“Oh, oh, oh…,” Len whimpered, his breaths came out in short heavy huff as he
held Savitar’s hand tightly to calm the speedster down.
Barry groaned, voice vibrated in pleasure. “Tight. Hot and tight…Holy crap...,”
he muttered, fingers tightening around Savitar’s own.
It did feel so good. For Len, this was his first time with a man and did it
beat all of his little experiences with all the pretty marks of his previous
heists or the cheap girls in his middle school. Barry, on the other hand, was
staring at his younger counterpart in awe and wonder, love and possessiveness
filled his chest as he relished in the tightness that was engulfing him.
Savitar was so darned tight.
Especially when he tensed his body against the double intrusion; the slick
resisting hot walls clamp them hard and tight.
Savitar mewled softly, offering no resistance as Barry held him in a tight
death hug, feeling that he might collapsed without the older speedster’s arms
holding him up. He felt so full. So full that he wouldn’t even doubt it if they
said that his stomach bulged, because it did feel that way, like his internal
organs has been pushed up to his chest. Neither of his lovers was in the
average size. They’re both huge and long—and yes, Barry was right, he was kinda
a size queen—and now both of them were mercilessly stretching him apart.
Sweet speedforce, he was indeed going to be broken apart this time.
“Calm down, babe,” Barry hushed, whispering soothingly to his ear.
“Relax, Savitar, breathe,” Len cooed, bringing up his shaky hand and planted
sweet soothing kiss on Savitar’s knuckles.
Savitar followed Len’s advice, taking in slow deep breaths as he felt the
initial pain from the excessive stretch faded away to dull sweet pleasurable
pain. His body started to adapt, accepting both men willingly, though his
muscles did tense up upon the penetration, trying to fight that little tingling
pain of being stretched too wide and the frustrating fact that both of his
lovers were painfully still and static. Savitar groaned, purposely tightened
his body again, earning him lustful noises from both of his lovers.
His sweet lovers seemed to want to wait for him to adjust properly though
Savitar was more than eager to fuck. He knew Barry. Fifteen years of
partnership taught him that this Barry loved to take things impossibly slow,
and the only way to appease him was to drive him crazy with lust that he
wouldn’t even care to toy with Savitar. And with his own cock hard and flushed,
restrained with a cockring Barry slipped on him before, Savitar knew he needed
to force the other speedster to move fast. Thus, he planted his hands on Len’s
hips and lifted his body up—shivering in delight as two intense gaze burnt down
on him—and he squeezed his eyes shut in determination when he felt only the
tips of their dicks inside him. He inhaled deeply…
And he slammed his own body down, HARD.
Savitar’s mouth opened wide in a howl of pleasure, his eyes flew open as his
first dry orgasm crashed through him. He spasmed and collapsed in Barry’s arms,
eyes heavy-lidded, clouded in his own ecstasy when he felt two different dicks
hit his sweet spot, Barry’s was vibrating hard and the pressure from that alone
was enough to send him to his own paradise. He panted, choking in some air as
he tried to recover. Barry would never let him live this down if he passed out
right here but it seemed that seeing his current condition seemed to trigger
something inside his lovers as they finally started to move.
It was a painful contrast, like ice and lightning—Snart and Barry was
contrasting opposites.
Len’s skin was much cooler, being affected by the cold of the air-conditioned
room while Barry was comfortably hot, running on his high speedster’s
metabolism. Though, ironically, it was Len—this young doppelganger of Leonard
Snart aka Captain Cold—that moved fast and hurried. His pace was desperate,
thrusting hard and fast into Savitar with power and speed that would put any
speedster to shame. It was wonderful, having so used to slow pace for fifteen
years, to have this young eager man wrecked him over with fast powerful force
was a sweet paradise on its own. Each thrust hit his prostate, precise and
powerful, rough and wild—perks of being fucked by a young man—that left Savitar
a purring mewling mess against Len’s chest.
On the other hand, Barry was painfully slow. That asshole jerk. Savitar could
never fathom how his older counterpart could possess that amount of patience
and endurance. Must be a prison thing, huh? Snart from his Earth also was
impossibly patient when he has a plan. The older speedster fucked him in a
leisure pace, slowly sliding inside, almost like a half an inch per second, and
Savitar wouldn’t put it past Barry that the elder really calculated the speed
he was thrusting inside.
What a jackass.
But it was sinfully delicious. Fast versus slow. Cool versus warm. Hard and
rough versus gentle and leisure. Reckless versus calculative. The contrasting
opposites of Len and Barry drove Savitar crazy with delicious friction sliding
inside him as they took turns hitting his prostate. There was a movement, and
he was both been pulled and pushed down, now positively sandwiched tight
between Barry’s and Len’s chests. His own erection pulsed in needs, wanting to
burst as it slide up and down between the flat of Len’s skinny torso and the
contour of Savitar’s own abs, the pressure only got stronger when Barry
increased his force while thrusting into him.
Savitar wanted to cum.
He really needed his release.
But unfortunately, he married an asshole and said asshole wouldn’t let him cum
until he had thoroughly wrecked Savitar over.
Even on this Dark Earth, Barry Allen is an asshole hiding under sweet adorable
face.
“Barry…,” Savitar grunted, clenching his body as best as he could to appease
the older speedster “Please…wanna cum...”
“Patience, babe,” Barry grinned, sneaking a hand between Len and Savitar’s
bodies to stroke the abandoned dick.
Savitar mewled and buried his face to the crook of Len’s neck as he moaned and
moaned at the torturous mix of pleasure and restrain of being denied the orgasm
he deserved. He felt Len’s chapped lips showered the top of his head with
kisses, one skinny arm curled tight round his torso, rubbing his sweaty back
soothing.
“Ssshhh…we’ll make you feel good, promise,” the boy tried to sooth, and Savitar
really appreciate that kind attempt, before he started screaming when Len’s
hips bucked up, hitting his prostate the exact same time Barry slid back in and
hit home, the strong vibration was the only thing that gave away the older
speedster’s desperation.
Savitar gasped, panting and choking for his supply of oxygen, his stomach still
felt unbearably full by the time Len helped him up, Barry was embracing and
pulling him up from behind until he was completely settled on the elder’s lap.
Len’s hands were on his thighs the moment Savitar slumped weak and boneless
against Barry’s chest, the boy used the new position to leverage his thrust,
angling to go deeper and harder while Barry, being an ass like usual, rolled
his hips ever so slowly although his vibration got stronger as his breathing
grew labored.
Barry’s fingers curled round his neck for a moment, pressing down but not
enough to cut off Savitar’s oxygen path. Savitar shivered, preparing himself to
be suffocated, to have the delicious force of Barry’s palm pressing down on his
neck but it never came. He briefly saw Len mouthed something to Barry, but the
tears that hazed his vision made it difficult for Savitar to determine what the
boy had said. Barry didn’t choke him, not this time apparently, as he felt long
vibrating fingers travelled up from his throat, round the curve of his jaw
before tapping lightly on his bruised lips. Obediently, Savitar opened his
mouth and sucked hard as the fingers slipped into his mouth. The vibration
tingled, left an odd sensation to his tongue and by the time Barry slipped the
finger out, Savitar was thoroughly broken, slumped weak and boneless against
the older speedster’s chest.
“Barry,” he heard Len growled out.
“Hmm?”
“He doesn’t look good. Are you sure he can take it?”
Aww…. wasn’t that sweet? The boy cared about him.
There was a pregnant silence and Savitar almost wondered if he has passed out
and somehow this was his soul watching everything out of his body before he
felt gentle hand caressed his cheek, fingers traced below his eyes to wipe the
brimming tears dry.
“Baby?”
Shoot, fuck, no no no no no nooooooo….
Barry was using that voice.
That was Savitar’s ultimate weakness. Whenever Barry used that gentle loving
voice on him, he would instantly be melted to a puddle of touchy-feely mush. He
craved to be loved so much, even back then on his Earth, and whenever Barry did
this, the surge of affection rose up his chest and drowned his supposedly cold
black heart with so much love and feels. Savitar didn’t realized that he has
started sobbing, trembling and shaking in Barry’s arms, too weak to use his own
power right now. He was spasming, his body tightened as surge of pleasure
washed through his whole body while both Barry and Len hissed at the sudden
tightness squeezing their hypersensitive flesh.
It would be nice if he could ejaculate and really let go. All of these teasing
with no release and extremely dry orgasm drove him crazy with maddening
pleasure.
“Savitar?” Len’s cool palm was on his cheek, thumb stroking the skin below his
eyes gently. “Are you okay?”
Barry was next, kissing his other cheek softly. “Baby? Come on, answer us,
please…”
They both were going to kill Savitar with so much feels. Ugh.
Savitar tried to fight his exhaustion, to tell them to fuck off and stop
treating him like he was some fragile porcelain doll but his body was heavy
with exhaustion, mind barely functioning due to the continuous denied pleasure
and he was too tired for this game. He could take it if it was only Barry but
to add Len into the equation too, it was too much—
“T-too much,” he managed to croak out, mismatched eyes stared ahead to unseen
land, little trickle of drool slipping past his lips. He felt like a marionette
whose strings has been cut.
“Okay, baby, okay,” Barry murmured, lips planting gentle kisses along Savitar’s
neck before he started suckling, leaving hickeys everywhere. The marks would be
gone in a couple of hours, but Savitar liked being marked, to know that someone
wanted him. Barry kissed his jugular and Savitar closed his eyes at the
vibration of labored breathing behind him. “Can you take in deep breaths for
me, baby? Please?”
Savitar’s shuddered breath sounded like a strangled cry, and that was the
moment he realized that he was panting so bad it almost made him seemed like he
was struggling to breathe. No wonder Barry asked him to take in deep breaths.
There was a sudden cool touch on his abandoned erection and Savitar promptly
tightened, completely not expecting the touch—all three of them were caught
off-guard, their breaths hitched in their throats. It wasn’t helping when Len’s
calloused fingers moved across his cock, slick palm covered the leaking head,
spreading the dripping precum all over the flushed head. He felt Barry’s slick
vibrating hand on his shaft, and he screamed when Barry stroke him gently.
There was an intense vibration on the base when he was sure Barry just phased
the cockring off his erection, but right he wanted to rejoice on the feeling of
freedom, his pleasure was again denied when Barry’s fingers formed a tight ring
on the base.
Savitar gritted his teeth.
Asshole.
“Barry…,” Len’s voice was tensed with a hint of warning. “Stop being a meanie.”
“Just a little bit more, Lenny. It’s for him, trust me,” Barry hummed, shifting
a bit until his cock slammed up Savitar’s prostate.
Savitar screamed.
Too much, too much, too much—Barry was practically drilling on his prostate
with strong vibration and as if on cue, Len moved too, pounding into him with
Barry matching his pace—Barry was matching Len’s pace, now that was completely
new and almost worrying. Hot fuck damn. There was a good damn reason Barry
always fucked him slowly. Fast and vibrating would end things before it even
started. Savitar wasn’t used to fast and vibrating pace, and to have Len and
Barry alternated turns pounding onto his sweet spot was both heaven and hell in
the same time.
It didn’t took his lovers too long to push him off the edge.
A flick of Barry’s vibrating fingers on his slit, a twist of Len’s calloused
palm along his shaft and a synchronized snap of their hips till they both were
balls deep inside him were all that it took for Savitar’s world to burst to
white, stars exploded behind his closed lids like a massive supernova as
pleasure washed through him and cocooned him with the satisfying haze of
amazing sex.
His mind went blank when both Len and Barry set an animalistic pace, neither of
them bothered to quiet Savitar as he screamed against Len’s chest, the sheets,
the headboard—whatever surface he ended up being shoved to as Barry super-speed
shifted their positions over and over again until they were back with Len on
his back, Savitar impaled on top of him while Barry took Savitar from
behind—and they both fucked him senseless, not stopping, not slowing down
despite how increasingly hoarse and soft Savitar’s voice has gotten.
“Baby,” Barry grunted, teeth biting down on Savitar’s shoulders.
“Gonna fill you up, Savitar,” Len groaned lustfully, his hips snapped up as
Barry’s slammed down and they both shuddered against Savitar, sandwiching him
tight in between their sweaty bodies.
Savitar gasped, eyes hooded with exhaustion when he felt warmth filled his
belly and it was oddly arousing, the thought of having the semen of two men
inside him, the combined cum sloshed inside his stomach, but he was too tired
to care. He collapsed onto Len, completely ignoring the drying semen on the
boy’s stomach and only whimpered when he felt both men slid out of him. It felt
odd, after being stretched by two literal pain in the ass—the emptiness was not
something he welcomed.
As if his mind was read, there was a cool gush of breeze and flickers of
lightning before he felt something else was slid inside him. He purred at the
feeling of being filled, although Len was obviously not amused when the boy
lifted his head up, assumingly to see what Barry was doing, only to snort
against Savitar’s hair.
“Seriously, Barry?”
He could feel Barry’s grin when the man kissed his temple. “He doesn’t like
being left empty after sex.”
Savitar smacked Barry’s cheek half-heartedly. “Shut up,” he grumbled. “Don’t
blame me for your own kinkiness.”
Barry laughed. “I could take it out if you don’t want—?”
Savitar randomly groped for a pillow and threw it to where he assumed Barry’s
stupid face was.
“NO.”
There was no tattletale sound of the pillow hitting its target, so he assumed
that Barry had caught it. Too tired to do anything more, Savitar completely
curled himself in Len’s embrace, loving the way the young boy ran those
soothingly cool hands up and down his spine, calloused palms rubbed small
circles that soothed the increasingly prominent ache of his lower back—man,
that would be a bitch to heal. He would feel it for a couple of hours, and
maybe longer, if this was one of his unlucky days where he could feel phantom
pains of his healed injuries. There was the familiar static of lightning and
gush of breeze again, and before he even had the time to ponder, he felt wet
cloth wiped him clean in superspeed.
“Wow,” Len breathed, an amused chuckle escaped the boy after a few silent
moments. “That is extremely convenient.”
Savitar purred. He couldn’t wait to see Len grew up to become more similar to
the Captain Cold he knew.
It’s always nice to have another snarky bitch to annoy Barry. Savitar knew how
to cultivate allies against his lover.
Then, his moments of content were disturbed when he felt familiar weight draped
over his body, long gangly arms snaked around to wrap both him and Len in a
loose hug. He wriggled around, trying to push Barry off before the ever-
insatiable libido of a speedster strike again. As much as he too had insatiable
libido, he has his limits after being thoroughly used and wrecked like this. He
would rather not feel Barry’s hardened length pressing up against his very sore
ass before his healing could even kick in, thank-you-very-much.
Barry took his effort in a light-hearted playful manner, while Len snorted an
amused laugh as they both rolled and wriggled around until Savitar was tucked
in between them, face snuggling against Barry’s bare chest, honestly happy that
his older lover was comfortable enough to ditch the shirt for good. He wrapped
his arms round Barry’s torso, face buried to the older speedster’s chest, his
fingers idly tracing the ugly scars on the man’s back while Barry’s arm
pillowed his head, hands gently thread through his hair and rubbed small
circles on his hips. Savitar purred in content when Len’s arms snaked round his
waist, the whole length of the boy was curved against his back, spooning him
from behind as his chin rested on Savitar’s shoulder.
“I don’t mind if we do this every morning…,” Savitar hummed, voice muffled by
Barry’s skin.
“Do what?” Len murmured sleepily. “Cuddles?”
“Or fuck your brain out?” Barry suggested and even without looking, Savitar
knew that the older man was giving him that smug knowing grin.
“I mean amazing sex,” he huffed, leaning up slightly to bite Barry’s bicep when
the older man stopped stroking his hair. “But I really don’t mind cuddling too.
Cuddles are really nice.”
There was a beat of silence, as Savitar finally realized what he had said. He
looked up to catch Barry’s gaze, scowling when he saw the shit-eating grin the
older speedster was giving him.
“Barry, DON’T YOU DARE.”
Barry laughed. “Just four words?”
“I’m going to give you strings of four-letters offensive words if you dare to
comment—”
“That is so—”
“Barry.”
“—cute.”
Savitar smacked Barry’s chest.
“I am NOT cute.”
“Cutiiiiieeee~”
“NOT. CUTE.”
Len snorted.
They both halted their couple-argument to raise an eyebrow at their youngest
lover.
“What?” they asked in unison.
Len shrugged, stifling a yawn. “Both of you are so cute and sweet that I think
my teeth has rot over with overdose cavities,” he drawled, lips tugging to a
smirk. “Such an adorably cute married old couple.”
Barry and Savitar looked positively scandalized.
“Barry, this is your fault—” Savitar started.
“Excuse me?”
“This little shit is turning to snarky sarcastic bastard like Cold without we
training him—”
“Why is that my fault?”
“Because you’re to blame for everything that had gone wrong in my life—”
“Babe, come on.”
Len yawned, feeling the glow of his very amazing morning sex caught up to him,
the speedsters’ argument slowly faded into buzzed white noise as he slipped to
sleep, feeling completely sated and happy.
But really though, they were the perfect image of cute married old couple.
 
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“So….”
Frost stiffened, eyes positively avoiding the intense blue eyes of her guest
from another Earth.
Or rather, Barry’s guest from another Earth.
Barth snorted to his pancakes. It was so worth it to ran back to his Earth last
night despite him being almost drunk with speedster-proofed alcohol, to pick up
his Len from their safehouse. He made it back here, on this Dark Earth just in
time when the noises started.
He and Cold were having too much fun watching Frost and Deathstorm tried to
ignore the screaming and yowling upstairs.
His Len casted him a knowing glance, the smug smirk made its way on his
handsome face as he drawled out, purposely dragging each syllable. “Is this
normal occurrence?”
Frost tried really hard to act nonchalant. “Usually…it isn’t this loud…”
Barth started giggling.
Cold smiled fondly at him. “Now, now…That’s not nice, Bear. You’re loud too.
It’s made sense that your doppelgangers are also the same.”
“Oh my god,” Frost groaned. “Please. Say nothing more.”
Deathstorm sighed. “Sometimes I think Barry did this on purpose. He could’ve
sound-proofed his floor.”
Barth stabbed his fork on a piece of pancake, offering it to Cold and beamed
happily when his older boyfriend opened up that sexy mouth and allow Barth to
feed him. Cold chewed thoughtfully on the pancakes, reaching a hand to ruffle
his boyfriend’s fluffy bed-head hair. He then gestured the room they were in
using his cold gun, eyes curiously staring at Killer Frost.
“Why don’t you sound-proofed your floor? You owned this floor and the floor
below it, right? Sound-proof them, so that you won’t hear your boss screwing
his hunny bunnies senseless—”
He was interrupted when both Frost and Deathstorm groaned in exasperation.
Deathstorm gestured to the soft padding and the strange materials on the walls.
“We already sound-proofed our floors. It ain’t working.”
Cold grimaced. “Tough luck.”
Barth shoved a forkful of pancakes into his mouth, all the while staring at the
walls. With his fork still in his mouth, he said, “hey, Lenny?”
“Yes, Barr?”
“Do you think that’s why Mick and Lisa moved out? Because we’re too loud?”
Cold looked positively stunned.
Frost and Deathstorm groaned.
“OH MY GOD, PLEASE STOP.”
End Notes
     I legit ship Savitar-Barry old married couple relationship. Len is
     the young boyfriend wondering why the hell he felt like he was the
     oldest there. Hahahaha
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