"Wouldn't want to scandalize the bread," Derek says solemnly. He never sets a timer when he cooks because he just goes by his nose, but he doesn't trust that Barry wouldn't distract him from the scent of burning bread so he lifts Barry up with one arm and uses his free hand to set a timer. Once they're over at the sofa, Derek sits down and pulls Barry down into his lap before leaning in for a kiss that's soft and greedy all at once.

"This doesn't count as jumping you," Derek murmurs against Barry's lips, even as his hands slide up under Barry's shirt to travel along his soft skin. "Because I said I wasn't gonna do that."