"Len, Leonard, no." Barry stumbled into a table as his boyfriend Captain Cold, aka Leonard Snart dragged him though the country estate they were currently occupying via Iris and Eddie's wedding reception. "We have to go back to the reception, I have to go do my speech, we don't have time for -"

Leonard shushed Barry with a finger to the lips and a smirk, pulling them behind a corner as another couple passed by them, before turning back to Barry, looking quite out of his element in his navy blue suit and tie. "There is always time. You're a fucking speedster. We'll be fine, we just have to go somewhere out of view..."

Trailing off, Leonard's dirty smirk grew wider seeing an abandoned coat closet in the hallway just past the stairs they were hiding out in, looking around to the door, the doors leading to the ballroom where the reception was and canvassing the area like the thief he was rather carefully before dragging Barry the 3 feet between them and throwing him inside, following...well, suit.

"Leonard!" Barry hissed, red tie choking his neck and ink black tuxedo wrinkled beyond belief. "We can't stay in here! They'll hear us as they're passing b and I have to go do my best man speech in five minutes! Can't your dick wait for a while?"

"Can my dick wait?" Leonard sad slowly, cramping up Barry's last bit of personal space with every word. "Can't it wait?" His breath ghosted Barry's neck in the dark, making the speedster's knees go weak as he spoke again, a possessive tone in Leonard's voice.

"No. It can't wait. You know why?" Lips brushed his neck as he spoke. "Because I don't want to and I don't care what you or anyone in this stupid place thinks. Do you know how it felt?"

Barry squeaked as a hand brushed the front of his trousers. "Do you know how it felt, watching all the girls looking at you as you walked Iris down? Wishing you were theirs, not knowing that you were taken, trying to impress you and get your attention?" Teeth suddenly bit down, causing Barry to jump, hitting his head hard on the top of the closet.

There were several more in succession afterwards, each one harder than the last and leaving Barry panting by the time Leonard came back to his mouth, hand now underneath his suit pants and creeping slowly towards his underwear. "You're mine, Barry. Say it."

"I'm yours." Barry whispered, writhing underneath Leonard's touch, redder than his suit. He heard a rumble from Leonard's chest, obviously quiet laughter, before the voice came back to his ear. "Louder."

"I'm yours." Barry grit though his teeth rather loud, but it earned him Leonard's lips finally and the two tore at eachother's throats, Barry's back against the wooden paneling and tongues dancing, the latter trying to get on top of the other, fighting.

This scene of muffled moans, buttons flying and hand grabbing would have lasted a long longer, had it not be for the timely arrival of Cisco Ramon.

More to the fact, the timely arrival of the Cisco Ramon, Eddie Thawne and the newly crowned Mrs. Iris Thawne pulling open the doors to their hiding spot and consequently, making them suddenly fall out on top of eachother in confusion.

Barry, now exposed to the light, had a long series of dark purple hickeys on his neck that the collar of his shirt barely covered up, his skin a shade only found in garden tomatoes and belt loosened with his underwear peeking out, while Snart's suit was torn at the sleeve on his left side, several buttons on the front missing and flower in his suit pocket crushed beyond saving. Goddamnit.

"Oh, boom! Caught red handed!" Cisco crowed loudly in triumph, almost reflecting the expression of a cat that had caught a bird and holding an outstretched hand towards Eddie. "Cough it up, Thawne. I told you!"

Eddie growled unhappily before producing a wad of bills, handing them over to the pleased tech genius and shook his head as he surveyed the two on the floor in front of him. "I just...I don't want to know, but seriously, at our wedding, man?"

Barry floundered for something to say, before finally somehow managing to put on an embarrassed smile. "Uh...he was jealous?"