It takes a lot of effort not to turn and watch as Barry disrobes because even after months together, he still isn't tired of looking at Barry's body. He doesn't think he ever could be.
Instead he slices a loaf of French bread in half, and turns to get his homemade garlic butter out of the fridge. He smiles when he sees Barry in his shirt, and leans in to kiss him before handing over the butter. "Yeah, you'll be faster."
He leaves Barry to it and checks on the roast, poking at it with a fork and inhaling. It should be done about the time the bread is, and Derek holds his hand out for the tray once Barry's done. He puts the bread on the top rack and closes the oven before turning around and finally giving into the urge to pull Barry into his arms, holding him tightly in the middle of the tiny kitchen.
"Mm," he breathes out, nuzzling behind Barry's ear. "Want to make out for fifteen minutes?"
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Instead he slices a loaf of French bread in half, and turns to get his homemade garlic butter out of the fridge. He smiles when he sees Barry in his shirt, and leans in to kiss him before handing over the butter. "Yeah, you'll be faster."
He leaves Barry to it and checks on the roast, poking at it with a fork and inhaling. It should be done about the time the bread is, and Derek holds his hand out for the tray once Barry's done. He puts the bread on the top rack and closes the oven before turning around and finally giving into the urge to pull Barry into his arms, holding him tightly in the middle of the tiny kitchen.
"Mm," he breathes out, nuzzling behind Barry's ear. "Want to make out for fifteen minutes?"