Isaac had turned down the clothing, but the rich, sweet scent of his Master, that was on the t-shirt, was too tempting. He pulled it over his head, lingering to take in a deep breath, as it slipped over his head. He had an inch of height on Derek, but there was no comparison when it came to their chest and shoulders, and he practically swam in the shirt. He tucked the pants up beside his pillow, keeping them safe and close by, until morning. Isaac's hands still shook, as he picked up the glass, and drained it in one go.
"Just you," Isaac replied, reaching up to curl his fingers around Derek's wrist, as though his Master might slip away, if the physical connection was lost.