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[thescarletspeedster]

Barry groans, but he figures he can't put this off any longer. He's been sobered from his musical madness since early evening yesterday, and though he knows he needs to apologize, this morning is the first time he's been brave enough to try.

Sitting up in bed, Barry leaves the sheets where they are, turning on his video recorder on his phone still in the safe confines of his blanket tent. "Um, hey," he says, staring at the screen with haunted eyes. "So, I know yesterday was kind of...a lot?" Barry swallows. "I saw on the news that a bunch of people had some kind of tainted chocolate intoxication, I can only assume I was one of them because I would never - "

Barry draws a deep breath. "I would never sing and dance like that willingly. I mean, unless you really wanted me to, then of course I'd try, but I'm getting the feeling you don't really...have that inclination. So I'm sorry for forcing it on you. And."

Barry hits pause, running his hand through his hair while he waits out the heat in his cheeks, but it doesn't seem like his blush is fading any time soon. "I'd still really like to go out tonight," he says, hitting record again. "If you don't, I won't blame you like, at all, but I promise not to sing at you, or to you, or to anyone ever, possibly ever again. So."

Barry stares into the camera. "Text me if you're still up for it. Um. Bye."

Drawing a breath, Barry sends the video to Derek and resumes hiding in bed.

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[triskehale]

"You're killing me," Derek says with a low growl, laughing a little at the noise Barry let out at that small bite, like he was surprised and intrigued all at once. It makes Derek really, really want to do it again.

He keeps his hands on Barry's waist as he speaks, and Derek smiles softly. It's a nice sentiment, but Derek isn't so sure that it's true. But then again-- he has changed, hasn't he? Derek lifts a hand to run it through Barry's soft hair, thumbing lightly at his forehead. "Maybe you're the one who's out of your mind, but I'm definitely not complaining."

Back home, or even right after he got to Darrow, he would have brushed off Barry's comments and probably even pushed him away. But now, Derek takes a breath and curls his fingers around the curve of Barry's jaw to draw him in closer. Barry is a better person him, of that much he's sure, but maybe Derek isn't so bad that he doesn't deserve to be with him. Maybe he can let himself believe that he can have this, that it's okay. Maybe this can work. He really wants it to work.

"You're sort of amazing," Derek breathes out, kissing Barry again. And then again on his chin, again on that cluster of moles. He wraps his arms around Barry, pulling them in chest to chest, and he gives in to the urge to bite softly at the bolt of his jaw, just a short press of teeth against skin. "And you smell really good."

[thescarletspeedster]

Barry's eyes drift closed, and he's quiet as Derek's large hands manuever him where he likes, drinking in each warm kiss Derek presses to his skin. Derek kisses him in places he's hardly aware of, finding little spots Barry never knew were sensitive, and Barry gasps aloud when he feels teeth at his jaw.

"I - I do?" he stammers, clutching at Derek's shoulders as his body hums, so close to vibrating. "Is that a wolf thing?" Suddenly, he wants to push his nose behind Derek's ear, even if he won't be able to smell him the way Derek can. "What's it like?"

[triskehale]

Derek smiles at the sound Barry makes, nuzzling against his jaw a bit. His beard rubs against Barry's soft skin, marking his skin pink, and Derek nips at the hinge of his jaw again. He licks over the bite before making him stop and pull back, not wanting to push too far.

"It's a wolf thing," Derek confirms, pleased that Barry seems curious about it. He gives in to the urge to nose behind Barry's ear, inhaling his scent with a pleased hum.

"It's hard to explain," Derek mumbles against Barry's pulse, sucking lightly at the spot before pulling back to look at him. Derek looks slightly dazed, lips pink and bee stung. He licks them and smiles, sliding his hand up Barry's side. "You smell sort of like-- hmm, a storm almost. That smell right after lightning strikes."

He kisses Barry again, soft and slow and unable to help himself. "And sort of like wheat, but sweet at the same time. Like I said, hard to explain. But it's very good."

Derek's smile goes hopeful and shy, and he cups Barry's jaw to thumb at the upturned edge of his smile. "And right now you smell happy. Not as nervous as you were earlier."