Re: Dean and Isaac
Isaac had had nothing to drink, nor would his werewolf side really let him get drunk like the other man was, but with the feel of Dean's chest strong against his back, the young werewolf was thoroughly intoxicated with need. His lips parted, as he let out a slow. staggered breath, letting the music pull him in deeper. Both of his Masters, the past and present had called him a slut, though in very different circumstances. Part of him knew that they were both horribly correct, but for now that part of his brain was shut off, just letting his body exist in one moment in time.