Re: Second Floor
Isaac felt for Stiles. He knew that the boy was working hard to try and fit into the house, and this outing seemed to have made him more anxious. Still, Isaac's body was hard wired to please his Master, before anyone else, and once Derek responded to his arousal, Stiles was almost forgotten.
"The first, Sir," he sighed quietly, pressing his head up against Derek's hand, and writhing against his side.
"To be claimed by you, show everyone who owns me."
The idea was unbelievably arousing, and Isaac couldn't believe it had never seemed so inviting, in the past.