"Good." He huffs, breath raspy with his own arousal and thick from the foreplay. He'll situate himself between Barry's thighs to press into him. Len will take his time, start slow and easy, fucking the Speedster with light, deep thrusts to get him used to it. He knows the first time will hurt and he'll pay close attention to his lover's expressions or any noises of discomfort, being sure to shift and grind easily until he has Barry mewling for more.

And when they've got their rhythm, moving together in unison, he'll snap his hips into him, pressing him into the sheets as sweat beads down his back. He won't give up until they're crashing together. He'll do it again and again with Barry as often as the other can handle it, until the pair of them are too spent to move the next morning.

So when he's too tired, limbs shaking and body like jello, he'll lay beside his lover, panting and high as a kite with pleasure. Len isn't much of a warm and snuggly guy, but the afterglow has him feeling good enough that if Barry curls up against him he'll just settle in with a content sigh.