Isaac had barely been touched, but his level of arousal was already through the roof. He could feel his hole clench around nothing, in anticipation of what was to come.
"Oh yes, Sir. Please," he groaned, imagining what it would be like to be passed between the two men. He had offered as much, when he had been drunk.
"Stiles could fuck me, with your come inside me. I could take him... could take you both at the same time."
He leaned his forehead against the footboard of the bed, what felt like the only cool part of the entire room.