Barry/Dan Barry and Dan are snuggling together and Barry kisses Danny's neck and he squeals and says that it tickled bc of his beard and Barry immediately is like >:3c and starts tickling the shit out of Dan's neck with his beard?
Barry's arm was draped over the other's shoulder, with both of them sitting side-to-side (or rather, side-on-side) on the couch. Dan could smell the man's cologne, and it was intoxicating. He himself was starting to smell like Barry, and there was something about that concept that made Dan feel so happy and special and in love. It was such a small thing to feel so happy about, but to Dan, it was more than that.
He listened to the sound of Barry's breathing; soft, slow, gentle, rhythmic and- and warm, everything about Barry was just so warm and inviting. And perfect. And beautiful. He loved this man.
The feeling was mutual; Barry loved every little thing there was about Dan. He loved his smile, and how it lit up the room. He loved his eyes and the way they crinkled when he laughed. And he especially loved his laugh- so bubbly, frantic, melodic, sometimes deep and sometimes high, always made of pure joy.
He loved his long, dark hair, and he loved that he was given permission to play with it as much as he desired. He loved the way he showed his compassion through not just words, but touch, and he loved his ambition and kindness to everyone, including complete strangers. He loved this man.
Dan shifted closer to Barry- somehow, this was possible- and leaned his head into the crevice of Barry's neck, leaving a slight tickling feeling. Barry smiled, not just because of the feeling that followed, but because it reminded him of Dan's own tickishness at his neck.
Dan noticed and couldn't help the grin that grew on his face. "What are you smiling about?"
Barry shook his head as he answered, "Nothing. I just love you." This was followed by Barry turning towards Dan, keeping his arm around his shoulder, and letting his other hand cup Dan's face as he leaned in for a kiss.
Both were smiling into the kiss, so it was rather wobbly and, well, not just right, you might say, but both enjoyed it nonetheless. Dan sank into his seat and just about melted when Barry's lips started trailing down his jaw, his collarbone, back up to his neck-
At first, it was manageable. A few seconds went by, and Barry's lips were soft, and his touch was always gentle, as always. But it was the beard that set him off. He squealed. The noise itself startled Barry- it made him jump.
Barry stopped in his tracks and looked up at Dan. His shoulders had scrunched up and his cheeks were dusted with pink. He felt tense against Barry, like he was trying to close himself off. And, even weirder, a wide smile was playing at his lips.
"Are you okay?" Barry asked, incredulously so. Dan glanced back at him, and once met with the widened and confused eyes, he quickly looked away. "It.. it tickled, is all." His face turned a shade darker, and he bit his lip to try and keep from smiling any wider than he already was.
Without thinking twice, Barry let his words slip; "That has got to be the most darling thing in the world."
Dan cracked up at this. "What?"
"I wanna do it again," Barry said without a pause, a smirk forming at the idea.
Immediately, Dan started to back up- away from Barry's arm around his shoulders, away from Barry- but his back was met with the arm of the couch. He was cornered (quite literally, as he was stuck with his back pressed against the corner of the couch), and Barry was starting to crawl closer to him.
In mere seconds, Barry was looming over him with the most wicked smirk Dan had ever seen him with. "Don't do it, dohon't you fucking dare-" Dan shook his head, his eyes sparkling, giggling profusely. "You are so cute," Barry added, while Dan still shaking his head 'no' in response.
Barry dropped the arm around Dan's shoulders so it was wrapped around his back, and started to pull him closer. Dan's hands were pushing on him, though Barry knew that he was given consent for this act that was about to play out.
"Stop shoving!" Barry laughed. Dan only yelled out a "No!" and a "Fuck you!" in response. In retaliation, Barry pinched Dan's right side, making him twitch in response and lean the other direction, which made a perfect opening spot at the right side of his neck.
Barry wasted no time- quickly, he shoved his beard into the crook of Dan's neck. And Dan screamed.
Dan tried to scrunch up his shoulders again, but found that it was no use, because Barry's face was already there. He tried to push Barry away again, but realized that his arms were locked to his sides, thanks to the other man's grasp. He was stuck and he couldn't move an inch. His cheeks burned with the color red, and the electric-itchy-tingly-tickly feeling wasnt going away.
He couldn't stop laughing for the life of him.
"Baharry, stohohohop, I cahahan't mohohohohove, plehehease!" Dan begged as he squeezed his eyes shut, doing his best to lean away from Barry's godforsaken beard, but that just gave him more space to tickle.
Barry could only laugh at Dan's begging- not that he was a sadist or anything- and the mere vibration of his laughter made Dan's laughter spike. "Oh, does that make it worse? Hmm?" Barry hummed deeply into his skin.
The only part of Dan that could move were his legs. All he could do was kick- and kick he did. "Stahahahap! Barryhehehe! F-fuhuck pleheheeease!" Dan whined through his laughter out if desperation, and threw his head back, laughing maniacally. Barry only followed.
"Alright, alright, but hold on, I wanna try something."
And then, Barry growled into his skin and bit him.
The bite wasn't hard enough to hurt, but it was enough to make the taller man shriek and squeal with laughter. And god, the growling, the tiny vibrations- they sent a million shockwaves through Dan.
Now, truly, the poor laughing man could do no more. His body went limp, and as did his laughter, which was filled with squeaks and even a few hiccups here and there. Barry let him sink down the back of the couch until he was lying on his back. Barry let him go, as he looked down on him. He was still giggling brightly, his face deeply red, his eyes still closed, and he was wearing one of the biggest smiles Barry had ever seen.
Once Dan felt the grip at his arms disappear, he brought a hand up to the side of his neck to rub away the leftover tingly feelings that sparked at his skin.
Barry grinned lovingly. He looked fondly down at his boyfriend, who then opened his eyes to glare up at him.
Barry just shook his head fondly. "We are definitely doing that again," he replied. Slowly, he sank to Dan's level, lying on top of his chest. Dan could only laugh again in response.
"By the way," Dan mumbled after a moment, "I'm totally getting you back. That's a promise."
Barry looked up to meet Dan's eyes. "I thought you liked it." Dan looked up at the ceiling to ponder; "...Maybe."
Barry snorted. "Oh, then here-" And Barry blew a raspberry just under his ear.
