Derek smiled against the boy's mouth at the softly spoken supplication and his haste. "Good," he murmured, his tone openly approving. He'd always made sure to praise Isaac, but now it was even more important. He ran his hands down the boy's bare chest, a cursory if possessive exploration.
Though he was hungry, the younger werewolf's submissive nature had a way of stimulating a very different appetite, now that he permitted himself to admit that he was aroused by it.
"Are you...prepared?" he asked, carefully. He hadn't specifically asked Isaac to keep himself prepped and ready, but he wasn't sure he'd had to, either.