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?”
“Please,” he stated simply and thrust his hips forward, grinding against the other male’s fingers as his own curiously stroked Summer, imitating what he usually did for himself, albeit at a different angle. “Mmmm.”
His hands shook a little as he unbuttoned Isaac’s pants, tugging them down over his hips. He didn’t know why; that part was familiar. He didn’t even know why he’d /asked/. Isaac wasn’t different. Summer closed his eyes, groping, wrapping his palm around Isaac’s cock. He tugged gently, and it was like he flashed back to the transformation, as magic probed within him, pulling, with every stroke drawing his cock longer, thicker, literally out of his body, reshaping his flesh.
He groaned, knees trembling, feeling the way his blood pulsed as Isaac caressed him. The sensitivity was incredible. He could watch as he swelled in Isaac’s hands, as pre-cum beaded at the tip, and his hand spasmed around Isaac’s length.