"Always please," Derek murmured, muffled against Isaac's skin. He straightened, rolling his shoulders as he pulled his fingers from his slave's hole. He took a step back, pushed his underwear down his thighs and off. He stroked his cock roughly, then considered his options, padding around the bed again to the other side, where he could see Isaac's expression as he jacked himself. He was hard, and ready, but he wasn't ready to fuck. Not just yet.
"On your knees. You can spread your legs, balance yourself. And then I want you to touch yourself," he ordered. "Imagine it's my hand on you."