‘I want the K’ - nxstringsonme because why the hell not
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His bad was pressed against the brick wall, his mask was pulled back, exposing his face and neck. There’s a surprised look with his wrists pinned down against the wall as well with gloved hands. Eyes a little wide, and anxious. Clearly Barry hadn’t expected such a reaction from the older man. And while he starts to open his mouth to produce a question. It’s quickly lost. A pair of surprisingly warm lips are pressed again his neck. Not once. But a few times. The last one with a slight bite to it, and he’s rewarded with a moan escaping him. Eyes shut, tilting his neck to expose more skin. In the back of his mind, Barry knew he probably should stop this before it goes further. Should protest. Yet his body becomes less tense against him, “Snart--” he finally finds his voice. It takes him a few moments to finish forming a sentence with the other’s body so close to his. And that firm, not overwhelming, grip on his wrists. He could get out of the hold if he wanted to. But the thing was-- he didn’t. “Snart,” he tries again, eyes open now as he stared at him. “What are... you doing?”










