Summer closed his hand tighter, trying to remember exactly what Isaac had done a moment ago. Licking his lips, he leaned over and kissed Isaac hesitantly.
Isaac let out a throaty moan and bucked his hips forwards, shamelessly grinding into Summer’s hand as he parted his lips eagerly, “So good! Please…so close, Summer…”
They’ve done this before; why is it so hard to remember what to do when both bodies are male? That’s stupid. He stroked Isaac, harder, twisting his wrist. He looped his other arm around Isaac’s shoulders, pulling him up into the kiss. “Come on … ” he whispered, before matching Isaac’s moan as he felt himself already swelling /again/.