Isaac was all slender limbs and casual grace, and right now it was all on display, his slave obediently touching himself, though Derek guessed that he would really rather be touching his Master. "Is that all?" he taunted, teasing, playful as he scooted forward so his knees kissed the younger werewolf's, the slight skin-to-skin contact all the more intense since it was the only part of their bodies that were touching. He lifted his hand from his cock to replace Isaac's thumb with his own, rotating it slowly inside his slave's mouth.