Stiles opened his eyes when Isaac came closer to the bed and he stopped stroking himself, his hand reaching out for Isaac's. He could tell the werewolf was hesitant even though he just admitted he wanted it so Stiles was going to help him along.
Taking Isaac's wrist in hand he pull it down until he forced the werewolf to cup his balls and shaft. Stiles let out a whimper and moan. "Your hand is so warm, Isaac."