Re: Second Floor
Isaac stopped paying any attention whatsoever, when he heard Derek's words. His brain froze on the image that formed; his Master, thrusting deep into Stiles, while a small crowd formed to watch. A flash of jealously struck through him, but it wasn't enough to keep him from getting hard, against Derek's leg. Between that, and the scent of his arousal, he was sure that his Master could tell his reaction.