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Leonard had made promises in the heat of the moment, while they were swapped. Now that they’re both comfortably back in their own skin, though, he has better ideas.
“Hey Scarlet,” he drawls. The kid is plastered against his side like he’s trying to crawl back into Leonard’s skin. He’d be cross about the cuddles if Barry wasn’t so damn cute. “You seemed like you were glad of a break from the multiple orgasms. What if I could give you that in your own skin?”
Barry makes a drowsy sound and lifts his head. His eyes are soft and half-focused, like he’s on the verge of sleep. Leonard is half-tempted to shush him to sleep and revisit this later. Before he can, Barry’s eyes sharpen and he sits all the way up. “What do you mean, give me that in my own skin? Short of dampening my speed, I don’t know what could.”
Leonard’s grin shows his teeth. This is going to be torture for the kid. Thankfully, he has it on good authority that Barry gets off on torture as long as it’s done affectionately enough. “Not gonna dampen your speed, no. But I’m willing to bet cold will slow you down enough.”
Barry’s pupils blow wide and a blush steals over his cheeks. His responsiveness is so much fun (when Leonard isn’t the one whose secrets it’s giving away). “You want to get me cold during sex? That’s kinky.”
“Well, not all of you.” Without asking, Leonard grabs the kid’s hips and hauls him into his lap. Barry goes easily, practically purring at being tugged around. He’s got so many delightful weaknesses, and Leonard has new, intimate knowledge of all of them. “But I bet fucking you with something cold would do it without making the rest of you suffer.”
Barry’s teeth sink into his lower lip, trying in vain to stifle a whine. “Mean,” he whispers.
Leonard’s hand slips between them to palm the kid’s cock through his jeans. As he expects, it’s already hard. “Good thing you like me mean. Now.” This is for his own comfort, as much as it’s about making Barry blush. “Tell me you want this.”
Barry’s face flames bright red. His lower lip slips free from being bitten, already puffy-red like he’s been kissed breathless. For all that, his voice is even when he says, “I want you to fuck me with something cold. I want you to make sure I can’t come, that all I can do is edge myself silly on a big cold toy.” His voice breaks out of the heated begging when he asks, “Ice dildo? It’ll probably melt really quick, I run very hot.”
“I know you do,” Leonard laughs, “you’re just about roasting me right now.” A slight exaggeration, but not as much of one as he’d like. The kid really is very warm. “I was thinking frozen glass. Dildo? Ripple beads?”
“Probably both?” Barry ventures. “Again, I run warm. You might need to swap out.”
Leonard pets his cheek indulgently. “We’ll make a planner of you yet. C’mon. We’re gonna have to give everything some time to chill. May as well get some food in that speedy belly so you don’t pass out while I’m edging you.”
“Yeah, that’d kill the mood,” Barry agrees, hopping easily off of his lap. His cock is still tenting his jeans. Leonard does everything in his power to keep him hard. If the kid wants edged, well. They’ve got all of dinner to get through.
By the time they get through dinner, Barry is desperate, vibrating erratically every few minutes. Leonard takes pity on him and pulls him into a heated kiss. “Run into the bedroom, Scarlet. I want you on the bed, hands and knees, naked. You can prep yourself if it’s not gonna make you shoot off.”
Barry whines and nods. “Okay,” he manages, and runs off in a bristle of warm yellow lightning.
Leonard follows behind somewhat more slowly with both of the now-ice-cold toys, packed in an insulated bag with cold packs. (He is not leaving a beautiful, edged boy in his bed to go get a new toy out of the freezer.) By the time he gets to the bedroom, Barry is on his hands and knees on the bed as ordered. Thoughtfully, he’s laid down towels.
“Very good boy,” Leonard says in delight. He closes and locks the door. There’s no one in the house but them, but he still lives in fear of some Rogue with terrible timing interrupting them.
“I bet this is everything you’ve ever wanted.” Barry grins over his shoulder. “Me at your mercy, begging you to cool me off.”
The quips are cute. Leonard still feels obligated to punish him for it. He curls his hand around one of the ice packs long enough to get his palm cold; then he takes Barry’s cock in hand and gives it a few achingly slow strokes.
“Fuck!” Barry yelps. It doesn’t stop him from fucking into Leonard’s fist, even as the cold forces him to soften. “That was mean…”
“Maybe.” Leonard gives his cock a slap for good measure, over Barry’s whining. “You’re still leaking all over yourself about it. What? Does it get you off when someone hurts your little cock, Scarlet?”
“’M not that little,” Barry grumbles. The back of his neck and the tips of his ears are as red as his suit, as though Leonard needed any more proof of how much he likes this.
Leonard makes a noncommittal noise in response and grabs the ripple beads out of the bag. This seems the most practical way to start. By the time he’s done fucking Barry with the frozen dildo, he has a feeling the kid will be too loose to enjoy the beads.
Barry makes the most gorgeous, pained noises while he’s stuffed full of icy beads. His slim hips tremble like he’s not sure whether he wants to move away or fuck back to take more of the toy.
“I know you would’ve come by now if you weren’t half frozen,” Leonard drawls. “I lived with your hair trigger for a bit. Honestly, you’d probably have gone off at least twice by now.”
Barry nods so fast he sparks a little. He tries to answer, but all that comes out is a desperate keening sound.
“You think you’re ready for me to pull those beads out?” Leonard purrs delightedly. He can’t wait to see how this poor, tortured, speedy brat reacts to that.
Barry nods again, pushing his ass back into Leonard’s hand. “Please, please, please…”
Agreeably, Leonard pulls the beads out slowly. He’s amused to see that, with each bead that pops free, Barry’s half-hard cock spurts a mess of precome onto the towels. “Oh, this has gotta be a real change for you, huh, Scarlet? Can you tell me how much it’s breaking your brain for me to edge you like this?”
“Fffffuck,” Barry manages. Every time he tries to say something more coherent, Leonard pulls another bead free, just to hear him break into helpless sobs while his cock spurts again.
“Yeah, I bet,” Leonard coos, voice dripping condescension. “About time someone taught this poor speedy cock some patience. Can you say ‘thank you,’ Scarlet?”
Barry sobs out something that just barely sounds like “Thank you, Sir.” When the last bead pulls free, he moans and topples down onto the bed, ass still propped in the air.
Leonard gentles out of the sadistic persona he’s put on. “You okay, Scarlet?” It’s too soft, maybe, but the kid is delicate, all big feelings and tender heart. He knows that now better than ever. “Need me to stop?”
“God no.” Barry turns his head back to stare at him with half-focused eyes. “Keep going, fuck. I want you to fuck me until my stupid speedster libido forces me to have a ruined orgasm around that cold dick.”
Discreetly, Leonard pinches himself. Not dreaming, then. He just had to check, because Barry begging for something like that is right out of one of his most sadistic daydreams.
“As you wish, Barry.” He draws the kid’s name out into a verbal caress and is rewarded by Barry’s tired body vibrating for a split-second.
He trades the beads for the dildo, which is still ice-cold, and pushes it slowly into Barry’s ass. The kid sobs and squirms, unable to bear pushing back for more but unwilling to move away. When it bottoms out inside him, he lets out a shuddering moan.
“You’re perfect,” Leonard praises him, and means it. The kid isn’t just taking torture for him. He keeps begging for more. “I’m gonna ruin you completely.”
And he sets about doing just that. Every thrust shakes Barry’s hips and punches a moan out of him. The kid babbles half-coherent pleas for more even as he tries feebly to pull away from the icy cold.
“Are you gonna come like this, Scarlet?” Leonard considers getting his free hand cold and jerking the kid off, but no. Barry wants a ruined orgasm. He can manage that with just his hole. “Why am I even asking, of course you are. Your poor speedy body has been edged and edged. It’s gonna come whether you want to or not. Isn’t that right?”
For an answer, he gets Barry’s body vibrating in stops and starts, shaking the bed. After seven such helpless vibrations, the kid lets out a broken sob and his whole body clenches tight. Leonard keeps fucking him, watching his expression screw up in overstimulated bliss. Only Barry’s urgent tapping against the mattress breaks him out of his single-minded, sadistic focus.
“All right, Scarlet.” Leonard carefully pulls the now-toasty-warm dildo out and sets it aside. He drops down onto the bed at Barry’s side and, without being asked, cuddles him close. “I gotcha. You were so fucking good for me.”
Barry burrows into his arms, still shuddering erratically. His mouth opens and closes a couple of times, but he doesn’t speak. He just presses closer and makes little happy noises.
Without meaning to, Leonard slips into a drowse, lulled by Barry’s warmth. He wakes up the second the kid stirs. “You okay, Scarlet?”
Barry smiles up at him. His eyes are also heavy-lidded, like he might have been dozing too. “I hated that so much. I want you to do it to me again.”
“Not right now,” Leonard protests. He doesn’t think either of them is up to that.
“God no.” Barry shakes his head. “But again. In the nebulous near future.”
Leonard laughs, pulls him closer, and drops his head back down onto the pillows. “Might’ve spoken too soon when I said we’d make a planner out of you, ‘cause that’s not a time frame, but sure. I can freeze another orgasm in its tracks sometime soon.”
Barry shoves him for the pun, then immediately pulls him close again. Leonard just laughs, kisses the top of his head, and settles in for a (warm, stifling) cuddle.