Isaac whimpered and whined, trying to push himself down further. He was far stronger than Stiles, and knew he could have pushed through Stiles' grip, but instead he gave all of his control up to the younger man. The idea of being with one man after another was just as appealing to Isaac, as it was to Stiles, and he moaned out his appreciation.
"Yes. Master fucked me open this morning," he groaned, trying to circle his hips back, as Stiles teased him with just the head of his dick.
"Plugged me all full of his come. Please, please fuck me."