Isaac groaned against Stiles' flesh, not missing a single word of what was going on between them. For a moment, he pulled back, his lips shiny with his own saliva.
"Suck him, Stiles," he said roughly, gently pushing the boy forward. "Make our Master know how much we both want him, how much we need him."
He peered over top of the other slave, gazing hungrily, and with a touch of jealousy, at Derek's thick cock.