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Barry’s teeth drag on her bottom lip, dawdling, pulling, and then he proceeds to suck on her upper lip before sinking down by her side, on his belly, drawing in the air deeply and Iris smiles at it; there was something particularly satisfying on leaving the Flash out of breath.
Only having their arms slightly touching is not very satisfying though, so Iris reaches for him, swinging half over his bare back, one of her legs making enough space to fit between his. She places a kiss on the nape of his neck, and another one between his shoulder blades, enjoying the way that warrants a tremble out of him, not unlike the way he vibrates sometimes when their bodies meet, but this one is involuntary and those are somehow more fun.
She likes that she can make him lose control.
Then there’s a lazy groan coming out of him and it’s a pretty innocent sound considering all the pornographic noise their bodies were producing not long ago, it’s more alluring though, especially when combined with his beating heart, which resonates into her body, though not quite matching her own heart, through his back.
“I take that means you’ve enjoyed it,” Iris teases.
Barry somehow manages to rearrange them so when Iris notices she’s already back laying on her back with him hovering over her and he kisses right underneath her jawline, by her right ear, sloppy and wet before telling her;
“I have no words.”
“Well, would you look at that?” Iris asks; “I left Mr. Romantic Speeches speechless.”
Barry laughs, and the sound of it is always crispier when they are naked and tangled together and that too vibrates through him and into her, and then he slips from above her, so he’s on his side and Iris moves to mirror him as Barry brushes her hair behind her ear, moving the strands of it sticking to her sweaty collarbone out of the way so he can place a little kiss there.
“You’re impossible,” he tells her, and his eyes are so truthful, like he means it with all his being, and Iris feels all of her blood rushing to her face at that, so she buries her nose into his chest, hoping to hide her blush, and answering it with a little jab;
“That’s ironic coming from you, you know, quite literally the impossible.”
“Well,” he says, like he’s really pondering it; “without you I wouldn’t be, so I feel like the title should officially belong to you.”
“Look who’s got his words back,” she teases, because Barry is all too serious about it. And then he smiles, open and honest and there’s something electric fluttering on her lungs at the sight of it, so she smiles back, moving so she can straddle his hips between her thighs and she tells him;
“I hope you can get your strength back too because I wanna go again.”
And his eyes gleam naughtily at her as his fingers dig into her bun and Iris finds there’s quite a lot of benefits on having a boyfriend with superspeed.