...fastest-boy-alive. His reblogs and posts are like writing prompts.
Fast and rough, something Wally was used to but not, at the same time, feeling her lips against his and her hands on his chest, the only thing separating their bodies being his boxers and her sleeping shirt. His shoulders were against his headboard and his knees were bent, creating the perfect cradle for the girl that was straddling his hips, her back arched and hair coming undone from the braids she'd slept in. He was content with being nearly idle, planting kisses against her lips, while she was trying to instigate something far less innocent.
It was taking all of Wally West's self control not to return her feverish kisses, but he wasn't about to start something that he didn't have time to finish.
"We - we have to patrol in fifteen minutes," he murmured.
"That gives us fifteen minutes."
"Some of us aren't Kid Flash," he articulated, his words lazy and slow, "and some of take more than two seconds to get dress-"
She muffled his words with another kiss, her hands sliding off of his chest to wrap around his neck, knotting into the fiery red at the back of his head. Her lips trailed from his own, to his jawbone, fluttering and light, barely there.
"Some of us need to actually get patrolling on time or -" He began, his voice soft but full of warning. There was a grunt as Jinx kissed a spot above his collarbone, "- fuck, Jinx -" and then she drew her lips back from her teeth.
Before they could even touch the skin, he had flipped them over, and in the time it took for her to blink, he'd rid them both of their clothes.
"Wally-!"
"Fifteen minutes, right?"
A gasp was his only response, lips against her throat.
"Time me."