The second the words left Derek's mouth, Isaac worked the plug out of him. It had been several hours since he had prepped to put it in, and his body was snug around the glass, seemly not wanting to let it go, no matter how much his mind wanted to. He dropped it on top of his clothes, and resisted the urge to slide three fingers into his own ass, just to hold onto the feeling of being full.
"I can. I can," Isaac repeated, until it trailed of into a soft murmur. The alcohol was still heavy in his system, and everything seemed to feel like it was either going too fast or too slowly. Everything except Isaac getting cock inside him, that could never come to quickly.