Re: Second Floor
Derek frowned at Stiles' refusal, but he wasn't going to let the sulky slave ruin the evening.
At Isaac's confession, he tugged lightly on his curls. "Come up here," he decided. "In my lap." Maybe Stiles needed the proper motivation to behave. If he showed the boy what an obedient and responsive slave received as a reward, perhaps it would give him something to strive for.