He reached out to pull their bodies close again, hands running over the exposed skin. “Isaac, how do you even control this?” he mumbled, hips shifting against the other boy’s jeans. Was it just because the alteration was so recent, or did boys always live in this state of potential arousal? He grabbed Isaac’s wrist again, dragging the werewolf’s hand to his cock.
“I don’t — I just learn to get used to it. It’s a nightmare to see you flash a bit of skin or stretch, believe me,” he murmured huskily into his ear, moaning faintly as fingers ghosted across his sensitive flesh, goosebumps rising at the touch. He eagerly allowed his own hand to be moved, gripping and cupping at the erect length in front of him, gasping with awe-filled wonder.
Summer threw his head back. “Y-you know what that does to me,” he half-moaned, between clenched teeth. Involuntarily he thrust, dragging his cock through Isaac’s fingers, and whimpered. “Can I — for you, too?”