Derek did what Stiles had anticipated him doing, and pulled off, squeezed the teenager's chin and then pointed his head to the side. "Alright, turn around. Isaac shouldn't need any prep. He's already nice and stretched and ready for your cock, aren't you, Isaac?" He moved his hand, squeezed his shoulder and nudged him towards the end of the bed. "Are you ready for Stiles' cock, slut?"