Summer forced himself to push Isaac’s hand away. It felt like they were getting stuck in a cycle, first one coming, then the other, each aroused afresh by the other’s reactions. “I … we … Isaac … ” He shivered, brushing his mouth down along the werewolf’s cheek, lightly lipping against his ear and throat. “W-we can’t lie here all day and fuck each other.”
Isaac mewled with delight at the sensation of having faint traces of stubble rubbing across his cheek, neck and throat, so used to the soft skin of his girlfriend. Then, he trembled and rocked against the other male’s body, reaching down to cup the other male’s rear in his hands. “Give me one good reason why not,” he whispered huskily into his ear, with a surprising amount of coherency.
Summer opened his mouth to answer, and shut it again. It was hard enough to think, skin-to-skin with Isaac, without having to think of a /good/ answer. “I-i can’t — “