Re: Dean and Isaac
The music was loud enough that only a few people were close enough to hear the low groan that fell from Isaac's lips. His body didn't seem to know or care who was doing the touching, it was simply giving in to the touch itself. It had been a year that Isaac had been with Derek, barely touched, and although now his Master was taking more than good care of him, it seemed as though that need would never be fully sated.
The music kept pumping, like a pulse, and Isaac's own pulse seemed to match it. His eyes were closed, but behind his pale eyelids, his eyes slowly shifted to yellow.