Derek accepted the offering of Isaac's mouth, his hands sliding down to curl around his hips and then the perfect globes of his backside as he drew the boy's body against his own, taking possession as he took possession of the boy's mouth. The kiss was gentle, but deep, the elder wolf's tongue seeking the recesses of the younger's mouth, sliding against teeth and tongue, tasting and filling the emptiness.
He wouldn't press the boy for more, wanting to be careful of him, but if he needed the comfort that Derek's body could give, it was on offer, as his growing arousal testified.