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The redhead nibbled softly on Isaac’s lip, breathing half-choked moans into the werewolf’s mouth. Male pleasure was just so /accessible/, and right now he was loving it. He slid one palm over Isaac’s shoulder, pressing down into the skin and muscles of his back, and grabbed a handful of his butt, dragging them closer together.
He loved how some elements of this remained the same, no matter the gender of the body beneath him — it was still essentially Summer. But this was truly delicious, and he continued to grind his hips down and moan into the kiss, pushing his rear into the other boy’s roaming hand. “What do you want, Summer?”
He slid his hand over the curves, hard with muscle from running and lacrosse, fingertips inching closer to the hole. The empath held his eyes half-lidded, paying attention to Isaac’s every reaction, tensely ready to jerk away if this wasn’t acceptable. “You,” he whispered. “Always you, just you, any possible way.”
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Summer fell back against the pillows under Isaac’s weight, cradling his boyfriend’s face in both hands. He couldn’t resist grinding upward, groaning at the sensation.
He whimpered at the delicious friction and spread his legs, grinding their hips together as he deepened the kiss, his entire weight settling on Summer’s torso.
The redhead nibbled softly on Isaac’s lip, breathing half-choked moans into the werewolf’s mouth. Male pleasure was just so /accessible/, and right now he was loving it. He slid one palm over Isaac’s shoulder, pressing down into the skin and muscles of his back, and grabbed a handful of his butt, dragging them closer together.
the Tale of Sir Isaac
They fell asleep tangled together, neither one willing to let the other one go for even a moment. When Summer woke, her heart ached looking on Isaac — how angelic he looked in the dawnlight, lashes lying curved on his pale cheek and curls disheveled about his head. Slowly she extricated herself from his hold, pulling on her dress as silently as she could, and crept out of the room.
He remained fast asleep then, exhausted from their activities and the grief they shared, even with the sunlight streaming in across his face and upper torso. He mumbled and turned over, not waking yet feeling horribly empty as she left his arms, an ache already forming inside him as he slept on.
Summer spent all day closeted with her new-found family as father and twin sister explained what would effectively be her new life. Winter was already engaged to a rich aristocrat from another neighboring kingdom, and she wished her bright twin to come home immediately to take part in the wedding.
It all seemed very exciting, but her heart ached for Isaac as well. Even at dinner, though they all gathered once again in the great hall, her family and their retainers surrounded her, keeping the two lovers apart, and there would be no time at all the next day. The Kentish folk would depart at dawn.
plot ;; sweet innocent girl who loves to wear dresses and skirts is dating the punk dude that has tattoos, piercings, and dyed hair but is always nice to her and gives her a lot of love and is also VERY protective over her in public and makes sure that all the guys know that she’s his ( via kissing her neck, holding her hand, hands on her waist, long kisses. )
Summer couldn’t take her eyes off Isaac. He;d /changed/, over the summer — from shy, sweet, almost puppy-like to fierce, his arms and shoulders marked with tattoos she wanted a closer look at. His hair, once so curly and dark, was brightly coloured and spiky, contrasting attractively with the piercings in his eyebrow and ears. She thought she’d seen a tongue piercing, as well.
She kept peeking at him over her book, biting her lip and ducking away whenever it looked like he might be looking back. He probably didn’t like people staring at him. Whatever had changed, though, it looked good on him; he smiled more, and had a cluster of friends now.
Summer perched on the edge of the couch, and gave him a quick once-over. “You look much better,” she commented, and stood up. Beckoning, she led him around a low half-wall, lined with bookcases, and gestured at the bed.
“Helios may try to knead you, just push him away if it’s a problem.” The fluffy, Siamese-pointed cat leaped up onto the bed and watched Isaac with blue eyes. “I’ll see you in the morning, okay?”
“Yeah, I feel a lot better..” he nodded with a grin as they wandered to the bedroom. Cats didn’t usually get along with werewolves, often hissing at him as soon as they saw him. Helios didn’t seem all that bothered however, maybe he was just too laid back to care. Isaac liked having him there. “He’s no trouble,” Isaac insisted with a grin before shifting his eyes from the cat up to Summer. “Thanks again…I’ll see you in the morning.” He nodded before laying his head down on the pillow, stroking the cat gently.
Helios sprawled himself alongside Isaac, purring quietly, and Summer smiled fondly. “Good night, boys,” she said, voice soft. She went back to the couch and settled down, wriggling out of her jeans and turning off the lights.
“/Was/?” Summer ached an eyebrow. “A few hours and you’re already on the past tense?” He coiled over toward Isaac’s hand, reaching out an arm to drag his boyfriend down. “I’ll tell you a secret,” he whispered, grinning at Isaac. “I’m pretty sure what we have discovered here is that you are Summer-sexual. And I’m Isaac-sexual. And there’s a whole week where we can find out what gay sex is like and nobody’s cheating and nobody has to feel guilty.” He kissed Isaac hard, sloppily, one hand fisted hard in the werewolf’s curly hair.
His eyes widened and then narrowed, his mouth opened and closed a few times before he simply let out a frustrated noise, not knowing how to put the thoughts in his head into words to be uttered aloud. Scooting closer to the other male, he fell silent and tilted his head to the side, listening intently and then he grinned, falling into the kiss with a delighted little sigh. That all sounded so perfect and wonderful to him, and he straddled the other male’s lap, returning the passionate kiss with an eager enthusiasm.
Summer fell back against the pillows under Isaac’s weight, cradling his boyfriend’s face in both hands. He couldn’t resist grinding upward, groaning at the sensation.