"Pretty offended that you're sniffing the trash and not me," Derek teases, reaching forward to grab Barry by the hips as he falls back to sit on the edge of the bed. He misses the smell of them on the sheets, and runs his hand along the edge of it.

"I just realized that I've never had sex with a werewolf," he blurts out, looking up at Barry with wide eyes. "I'm not saying that's priority number one here, but that's definitely something I want to experience"

His gaze turns a bit speculative as he wonders just how much of the wolf Barry got. Is it really everything, all the same instinctual buttons? Derek slowly and deliberately tilts his head to the side, offering the line of his neck as one corner of his mouth quirks up in a smirk. "If you'll have me, alpha."