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  Since it was their first time doing this, Oliver took his time shaving Barry. It was going to be interesting to see how he genuinely responded when he wasn't playing little, but he wasn't tapping out yet so he wasn't stopping. Plus, he was genuinely curious how his husband's beautiful bottom would look clean shaved. 

  Smooth was probably the obvious. Already his dark bush was gone, leaving him bare and fresh. The heavy sack between his legs was almost completely hairless too, as he moved the razor slowly. It was a lot more tedious, but he was going to treat those gems like the delicate treasure they were. Safe in his hands as he finished off the task. Watching it the wrinkled skin shine though, his mouth watered with the want to have them in his mouth. 

   Oliver had only ever seen guys completely shaved in porn. Even then it seemed to be rare. He didn't know why considering how much more tempting Barry’s groin was becoming. It was a good thing he’d laid him out on the kitchen table like breakfast for this task because he was going to eat the hell out of him. Lick and sucking on every centimeter of his newly smoothed surface.  

  “Shhh,” Oliver soothed Barry as his legs tensed when he pulled down on his sack to get the last of the hair underneath the base of his cock that was officially hardened. “It's okay baby, Daddy's going to take care of you. After all these are my little treasures. Nothing hurts what’s mine.” 

   Glancing up from his task, Oliver grinned seeing Barry had covered his face with the green throw blanket he loved. Little or not. It was adorable and even more so when he peaked out from underneath it. 

   Oliver smiled at him encouragingly, turning his attention back to the razor on his hand. Sliding it over the back of his stretched sack one final time, his husband whimpered. He could tell it wasn't from pain though. It was from eagerness that was both audible and visual considering the way his lengthed cock twitched. 

   “You look beautiful Bar,” Oliver told him, enjoying the praise that made his little boy uncomfortable still after all this time. “You should see yourself. I’m going to eat you up like this when I’m done.” 

   Sitting the razor down, Oliver grabbed the bottle of baby oil and drizzled more onto his hands. It was the best for getting such a sensitive place shaved. He hadn’t even dared cover Barry’s crotch in shaving cream. Something that would have prevented him from seeing what he was doing. Considering the more delicate, unpredictable terrain that was nothing like the sharp line of his own jaw? Yeah, the substance he smoothed over the crease where his husbands thighs and ass met had been the only true option. 

   “Roll over for me baby,” Oliver encouraged, patting Barry’s thigh and helping him manveer onto his stomach since his little boy listened good to him like that. “Good job, now spread your legs.” 

   Barry hesitated, muscles of his backside clenching before slowly inching apart. Oliver huffed with a fond smile, and helped him spread them more surely. He didn’t have a whole lot of hair on him, definitely not in comparison to himself, but it was enough that the job needed done. One that at this point was going to be a regular occurrence if his hole was going to look as tasty as the rest of him. Something he knew it would. 

  Trying to spread Barry’s cheeks apart with one hand, dragging the slickness down through his crack with the side of it, Oliver frowned as he picked up the razor. He quickly realized he wasn’t going to be as easy as shaving the open area around his husband’s cock or being able to keep his sack still while his other hand worked. Knowing the sight he was about to work with, his mouth watered a little. 

    “Actually I need you up on your knees,” Oliver told Barry, squeezing his soft ass temptingly. “...then I bend over and spread your cheeks for me.” 

   Barry instantly shook his head no, covering the back of his head with his blanket. Oliver laughed at the response. It was absolutely unfair how cute his husband was.

   “Come on Bar,” Oliver said sweetly, walking his fingers down his crack playfully. “Don’t you want to be Daddy’s pretty little boy?” 

   “Yes,” came the muffled reply. 

   Grinning in satisfaction as Barry shook himself out from under his blanket, Oliver bit his lip. He could hear his husband muttering under his breath and he knew it was from all the sweetness of the setting. It’s part of how he’d come up with the idea in the first place. Sure, he was always sweet but this was a whole new level. An awesome one that made his own groin pulse with arousal as he got into position.

   “Daddy’s getting hard and hungry too,” Oliver told him truthfully, trying to ignore the way his cock was bulging to life in his jeans as Barry spread himself open for him. “How about my little boy working himself onto my cock after we’re done. Afterwards we’ll do whatever you want tonight.” 

   Oliver imagined his husband walking around their house all night in his current state as he drizzled some more oil in Barry’s crease to make sure all of him was covered. It would be beautiful and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep his hands off of him, or keep himself from getting hard repeatedly. He wasn’t young, but over the course of hours he would definitely keep developing erections with such a naked pretty little boy curled up in his arms like he liked to do. 

   Forcing himself to keep things clinical, no matter how much he wanted to lean in, Oliver focused on shaving the tight skin. It went a lot quicker, despite the delicate way he had to just press against Barry’s opening to get it all. Apparently it made his little boy nervous though because he clinched on him, nearly letting go of his cheeks causing him to pull the razor away quickly. 

   “Barry!” Oliver snapped, a flare of anger coursing through him at the idea of him accidentally getting nicked by his opening if he hadn’t been paying close attention to the final detail. “You could have hurt yourself!” 

   Oliver smacked Barry’s backside hard before he could stop himself, a smack echoing around the kitchen. Most of the time his husband was a good boy. He listened and was frankly worshiped. However he took things seriously when it came to his little boy’s safety. Meaning when he risked it, when he was bad, he got what he deserved. 

   “I’m sorry Daddy,” Barry apologized pitifully, trying to dig his head into the blanket as he jerked forward from the impact but he adjusted the grip on himself to keep his cheeks spread. “I’m sorry.” 

   “It’s okay,” Oliver said, exhaling roughly. “We’re done anyways, but that was bad. You know better.” 

   “I know,” Barry muttered, shifting until he was laying on the side of his face. “Is it…is it good?”  

   “Oh Bar it’s beautiful,” Oliver confirmed, eye fucking the tight hole just begging to be stretched. “I want you like this always. It’s beautiful.” 

   Raising a hand, Oliver tapped at Barry’s wet hole teasingly with his trigger finger. It flexed for him and he couldn’t help imagining it was the head of his cock. He was smoother than he could recall anything on either of their bodies. At least on the outside. 

   Wiggling his finger into Barry’s tight opening, the glide of the oil making it far too easy, Oliver unbuttoned his jeans with one hand eagerly. He was smooth, tight, and hot like always. The outside was just as good as the inside now though. Something that made his cock absolutely ache with the want. 

   “I don’t think I can wait for you to ride me,” Oliver breathed, tugging down on Barry’s rim roughly making his husband whine in his throat before he worked another inside him knowing he wanted his cock in there yesterday. “I’m going to have to fuck you right over this table baby. Get down, grab your blankie and hold on, beautiful. Daddy’s going to take you hard.” 

   “Yes Daddy,” Barry answered, taking in his unyielding fingers as he moved backwards until Oliver finally moved them so he could climb down off the table and bend back over where he’d been playing. 

   Oliver pushed his jeans and boxers down just as quick, loving it when Barry reached the level of feeling shameless in front of him. A point he’d definitely gotten to when he didn’t even have to prompt his little boy into spreading himself for him again. It made it difficult to pause so he could stretch him more. The swollen tip of his cock had already felt the smooth glide since he dragged it over his opening the second it was exposed for him. 

   A few times they’d had sex without prep work, Barry’s request that left them both in the best kind of tears. Oliver growled at the temptation to just take him like that. Shove his thick length into the sweet little innocent opening until he shouted, making them grateful they’d moved to a mansion on the outside of the city instead of staying in the heart of it. 

   “How hard do you want it baby?” Oliver asked, pressing the leaking head of his cock against his hole and it twitched happily when Barry wiggled his ass against it eager for more. “Do you want it hard or does my baby boy want to scream? You look so innocent like this, you know.” 

   “Make me scream Daddy,” Barry whispered. “I love the color green.” 

   Oliver would have snorted if his cock was throbbing. Having mostly retired from Flash work, he loathed the color red and took comfort in his signature green. He also liked to find subtle ways to work in the code colors they preferred to use in their sex life. All of which was fine by him because he loved seeing his baby wrapped up in his stuff, not to mention loved the way he took control in the bedroom more than he liked to acknowledge.

   “You make me so happy Barry,” Oliver said, right before he forced the stiff head of his cock past his husband’s wet tight muscles. “So happy baby.” 

   The light tease of a stretch they’d done made it easier than it would have been without any. All of the oil coating his backside helped him sheath himself with one hard snap forward. None of it stopped Barry from screaming though and he kept his length buried inside his baby boy’s channel as he leaned forward to rest his hands on the table. He could feel himself twitch with arousal, even as his husband cried, jerking against the table and his hips. 

    “Daddy’s sweet little boy,” Oliver cooed, keeping his breathing even and giving him time to adjust even though he wasn’t entirely sure Barry wanted it since he was an extreme masochist like that. “Such a sweet pretty little boy that’s going to be coming on his Daddy’s cock no matter what. Isn’t that right Barry?” 

    Barry didn’t respond. Instead he buried his face in his blanket again. Oliver didn’t care though. He leaned down to kiss at his husband's neck. Sometimes he still had trouble coping with who he was now, leaving him wanting pain and degradation. While he wasn’t willing to give him the latter, he was content to give him the former. 

   “Daddy,” Barry choked out through obvious tears, shaking and Oliver took that as his encouragement to pull out most of the way before shoving himself back into the depths of his heat. 

   “Shhh,” Oliver shushed him, running his hand through his hair as he started to thrust into him. “Who’s my good baby Bar? Who’s my good boy?”

    “I am,” Barry cried quietly and his hole clenched around his length. “I’m your good boy.” 

    Oliver kissed Barry on the temple one last time, making sure his husband was in a good place before getting to business. An easy task to achieve as he spread his boys cheeks open wide to watch his thick cock sliding in and out of the aggressively stretched hole, still fighting to take him in. A ball tightening scene on its own any given day, made all the hotter by the shine of wet smooth skin. He knew right then, he was going to be eating his own come out of his husband's perfectly abused pretty little backside.