[ continuing from here just in case this is too rough for bakerstreet which... i .... should've considered earlier whoops ]
[ He's been with guys like this before - opponents who won't accept that they've lost, even after the cards are down and they're curled up on the floor all fucked up and beaten. Derek arches an eyebrow and watches Barry stammer over his fuck you, and the blood and the spit that lands on his face fills him with a fresh flare up of anger and excitement and another predatory need to tear this guy apart. It's been a while, since he's been this connected to the wolf in him, apex and vicious as it is. Maybe all this fighting isn't good for him.
He barely manages to calm himself down, wiping the blood from his cheek with his thumb and sucking it clean off between his lips. He pushes down on Barry's chest with his knee, right into the bruised parts of him he's been hitting, getting annoyed. This guy, man. ]
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He barely manages to calm himself down, wiping the blood from his cheek with his thumb and sucking it clean off between his lips. He pushes down on Barry's chest with his knee, right into the bruised parts of him he's been hitting, getting annoyed. This guy, man. ]
You lost.
[ He pushes his knee in harder. ]
You know what comes next.