Re: Second Floor
Isaac whimpered a moment, regretting the loss of Stiles, and the knowledge that he might have played a part in it. At the same time, his body moved fluidly, straddling Derek's lap. Isaac's hips pressed forward, gently grinding the confined length of his erection, against his Master's abs.
"Sorry," he whispered, tipping his head to the side, and baring his neck to Derek.