Barry and Eddie cheerfully screwing during the holidays; breathless laughter and smiles; nuzzling; a warm apartment smelling of fresh cookies.
Barry and Eddie falling asleep on their hardwood floor after teh sex, snuggled and content. Maybe they’ll regret the few aches that surface when they later try to get up, but it’s worth it. Sore knees included. *cough*
Barry astride Eddie’s lap where he lay, Eddie’s pupils blown wide because - sweetfuckyes - Barry’s going to top from the bottom tonight.
Barry’s fingers interlaced with Eddie’s as they kiss, as he rides.