Derek’s eyes narrow slightly when Barry blames himself, but relaxes at the explanation. That is how things work, he supposes. Not that he was ever given a safeword.
Barry blushes, which causes blood to rush to his cheeks and heighten his spicy sweet smell, and Derek is so distracted that he doesn’t even really notice Barry snatching the tag from his coat until he’s already at the register.
“You’ll have to let me pay for drinks,” he says instead of thank you, though he’s touched by the gesture. It’s probably not even a big deal to Barry, but it is to him. Derek tends to eat up scraps of kindness wherever he can find them.
“I don’t think it’s freaky,” he says, avoiding the question and shoving his hands into his pockets. He doesn’t want Barry thinking he’s some prude. Being tied up may not be Derek’s thing, for reasons obvious to only him, but he certainly doesn’t judge anyone who may enjoy it. “As long as everyone involved is into it, it’s fine.”
Barry is watching him with such open curiosity and concern that Derek finds himself continuing before he even realizes that he wants to. “I just— I’ve been tied up when I didn’t want it. Not for— sex,” he says, but he remembers Kate again, touching him and licking at his stomach while he wished with everything in him for her to stop. “Or— maybe it was. For them. I don’t know.”
He blinks, surprised by how much he’s just divulged to a stranger, and then turns and walks out the door. He doesn’t run, even if a part of him wants to, but instead waits out front and tips his head up towards the cool air as he blows out a breath.
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Barry blushes, which causes blood to rush to his cheeks and heighten his spicy sweet smell, and Derek is so distracted that he doesn’t even really notice Barry snatching the tag from his coat until he’s already at the register.
“You’ll have to let me pay for drinks,” he says instead of thank you, though he’s touched by the gesture. It’s probably not even a big deal to Barry, but it is to him. Derek tends to eat up scraps of kindness wherever he can find them.
“I don’t think it’s freaky,” he says, avoiding the question and shoving his hands into his pockets. He doesn’t want Barry thinking he’s some prude. Being tied up may not be Derek’s thing, for reasons obvious to only him, but he certainly doesn’t judge anyone who may enjoy it. “As long as everyone involved is into it, it’s fine.”
Barry is watching him with such open curiosity and concern that Derek finds himself continuing before he even realizes that he wants to. “I just— I’ve been tied up when I didn’t want it. Not for— sex,” he says, but he remembers Kate again, touching him and licking at his stomach while he wished with everything in him for her to stop. “Or— maybe it was. For them. I don’t know.”
He blinks, surprised by how much he’s just divulged to a stranger, and then turns and walks out the door. He doesn’t run, even if a part of him wants to, but instead waits out front and tips his head up towards the cool air as he blows out a breath.