"Hey, I always replace the ones that I destroy," Derek replies, leaving a line of kisses along the length of Barry's throat and gently pressing the tip of a claw to his chest before retracting it and resting his hand there instead. Because Derek has destroyed a few in his eagerness to get them off of Barry's body, and he's sheepishly left new replacements on top of Barry's dresser afterwards.

He drags the loose-hanging shirt up Barry's back, fingertips gliding along his spine as he urges him closer. His arousal is a slow burn that could easily turn into a roaring flame, and he lets out a slightly shaky breath before licking his lips and tipping his head up to kiss Barry's mouth once more.

"All I can smell is garlic," Derek murmurs rather pitifully, just before shoving his nose behind Barry's ear and inhaling. Now it's just Barry and garlic, which is a little better. He's just sucking Barry's earlobe into his mouth when the timer goes off, and he jumps a little before turning back to scowl at the oven. "Okay, okay, back to the plan. Stop being so tempting."