Len enjoys the view as Barry starts off slow, laughing at himself and at least having fun with it. Len certainly thinks he's doing fine, softly amused but gradually getting more turned on as the Speedster really gets into it. He appreciates the little flashes of skin, the sultry sway of his body, how he can move and flow like water accentuating every, lanky curve or gentle tense of toned muscle. Len goes through at least two glasses of wine, slowly sipping through the songs until the other slips over to straddle his lap.

"No." He softly sighs, hands reaching out to follow the length of his thighs to those shimmying hips. He licks his lips to wet them, eyes tracing the line of his pants between his hips before looking up at the other.

"I want my hands all over you." He admits with something smooth and sultry in his tone, eyes lidded and heated.

"Too bad there's all this clothing in the way."