Made overeager by the alcohol, Isaac pushed up into the warmth of Derek's grip, already fucking his hand. Derek's words flowed over him, and he almost giggled at the hesitancy of them. For once, Derek sounded the way Isaac normally felt.
"Want your knot," he said insistently. "Filling me, splitting me open, making me yours."
He pulled at Derek's shirt, trying to get to bare skin.
"M'old master always threatened to do it, to hurt me, but never did. I didn't want him... always want you."