Oh Barry was playing dirty now. Not that Len actually had it in him to be upset because A) Barry vibrating was always a pleasure and B) he was basically cheating. Len was almost proud, honestly. Clearly he'd been at least some kind of suitable bad influence in this area and that was maybe worth some concessions. Not that he would ever really agree with Barry's ridiculous order. But he could certainly get behind falling pray to his underhanded tactics. Not to mention all the talk of redemptions was edging on something just a touch too personal and he was kind of over it.
"Tell you what Barry," Len slid his hands in between the two of them, not at all shy about popping the button on Barry's fly. "I can compromise. I'll agree to your terms when it comes to order, watch it your way if we say to hell with the marathon and save it for later. I'm a little over Star Wars right now. Found something more interesting. Think I might be slipping into that super hero fad instead."
And he was, indeed, slipping into something. His hands at least. This time he when he had his hands on Barry's ass he slipped them right underneath his jeans so there were fewer layers to contend with. He squeezed his cheeks again, and pressed up with his own hips for some more friction, eyes on his boyfriend's face the whole time because he kind of delighted in the speedester's expressive nature sometimes.