“Some of it, anyway,” Summer gasped. “Y-you going to teach me all of it?” He wrapped his fingers more tightly around Isaac’s tip, smearing the clear liquid around. Abruptly, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to last the way he could when he was she. “Isaac, I — ” And he came hard, shuddering in Isaac’s grip.
“Mmm, I’m going to teach you everything.” He groaned and bucked his hips up into the hand driving him wild, tightening his hold around the other as he sped up his movements. “Amazing, right? And you’ll be ready to go again in a few minutes.”
It took probably entirely too long, from Isaac’s point of view, for Summer to come back enough to himself to keep stroking his boyfriend. Shakily, he said, “I’m pretty sure that’s just a werewolf thing.”