Re: Second Floor
"You don't want to join us?" Derek pressed a soft kiss against Isaac's bare throat and then shifted his gaze to Stiles. It was a small thing, a reward in a sense, to thank the boy for his obedience, even if it was reluctant.
"I would enjoy it if you did," he added. It wasn't a tease, or baiting. He'd had one or two daydreams involving both his slaves. He was interested in finding out their dynamic without actively spying on their training sessions.