That's a lot of trust, warming Barry in a way that has nothing to do with the need crawling down his spine, but he still pulls back long enough to say, "If you need me to stop or to slow down, you only have to say." Barry is a good man, but he's also a metahuman, and Oliver wouldn't be the first person to be overwhelmed.

Still, Barry has very little fear of frightening him tonight - any sounds he draws from him he hopes will be ones of pleasure, and he finds the head of Oliver's cock in those trousers, sets his thumb to it, and begins to vibrate there in gentle pulses. "How many times can you come?" he asks, blushing even as he grins. "Just trying to plan my evening."