When Isaac didn't try to apologise and stumble out the door but isntead whimpered and bit his bottom lip Stiles couldn't help but moan was he pressed his head back into the pillow.
Oh Stiles knew he probably get into shit for what he was about to do but he didn't care in that moment. He was thinking with his cock.
"Do... do you want to touch it?" Stiles asked his breath catching for a moment, "stroke it, Isaac? Because I want you too."