Barry tries, he really does, but as soon as Derek tilts his head all he can do is look at his throat. He drifts closer, nostrils flaring to pull in even more of that delicious scent. It makes his mouth water, and Barry presses his forehead to Derek's neck where the scent is spiciest, only to pull back at the alarming sensation of sharp teeth filling his mouth.

"Um, I kind of want to eat you," he says, covering his mouth, "I think. Also kiss you. But definitely bite you."