A slight duck as the shirt is thrown over his head, hearing it land somewhere on the floor behind him. He smirks softly, watching the rest of the show until Barry slinks into his lap again and moves like a snake against him. He can't help the soft little half moan, half groan that is pulled from him at the grind, hands resting on slim hips lightly to flow with him.

His breaths rasp as his eyes gloss over with arousal and he'll tip his head up to finally capture Barry's lips with hunger. Fingers help to work the edges of his pants off of him so that when the speedster gets up he can finally just kick the rest of his clothes off.