Re: Second Floor
"How many drinks did he have, exactly?" Isaac asked, as he crawled onto the mattress. He kicked his shoes off to the edge, taking off the thin strip of leather, he wore as a mask, and leaving it to the side as well. Secretly, Isaac was glad Derek had chosen the mattress. It let him stay on his knees, and caused a warmth to rush up in the pit of his belly. He crawled across the space, curling in against Derek's side, and laying his head against his Master's thigh.