"Neither of those options sound all that appealing." Isaac's wolf bristled at the idea of Derek leaving marks on his skin instead of Stiles. The suggestion alone made him feel wrong and he shivered at the idea, a growl rumbling softly in his chest while he nuzzled closer to his mate.

At the question, he offers a small smile. "No, I'm tired. I just... Can't sleep." His hand slide up Stiles' back under his shirt, pulling him closer and kissing back, letting the human set the pace.