"You don't want to eat me," Derek replies, voice rumbling with a laugh, arms going loosely around Barry's waist. He misses his scent and the sound of his heart so bad he aches with it, but he still has Barry in his arms. "But the other stuff? Yeah. And that's okay. You definitely can."

Derek may not currently be a wolf, but he still likes the way it feels to have Barry's face buried in his throat. "I'm sure you're overwhelmed with the moon tonight, but I'm here. I'll be with you the whole time."

His fingers card through Barry's hair as he keeps his head tilted back, smiling as a thought occurs to him. "You can chase me through the woods. I'm faster than you now."