Isaac cut him off abruptly, and Summer melted against him. The physical reactions were different, but the ultimate result was the same — Summer wanted Isaac. The pressure of their bodies together felt fantastic, and he unconsciously rubbed against the werewolf, moaning.
The body merging against his was flat where he was used to curves, hairier where he was used to less, and taller where he was used to a smaller body, but it was Summer all the same. “O-oh…” He croaked aloud then, crushing him to his chest.
Summer could /feel/ himself rising, swelling — hardening. He closed his eyes, blindly seeking Isaac’s mouth again, and kissed the werewolf harder, fingers digging into his wrist. He wanted more of that feeling. Lightly, he murmured, “You’re wearing too much,” and ground against him, gasping.