“What,” he gasped back, clawing up Isaac’s back, “makes you think I didn’t already know how that feels? I just don’t have an external barometre for it.” It felt like every hair on his skin stood up, expressing the fact that every nerve was wide awake and dancing. “I-if that was the ‘everything’ you wanted to teach me, you need a new curriculum.”
“…Such big fancy words,” he commented and bit down hard enough on the ear to leave a little mark, before he flicked out his tongue to lick apologetically at the tender flesh. His hands were eagerly roaming the other’s body, still growing used to muscle and flat planes where he was all too used to curves, but he loved this too. “Mmm, perhaps…” he stated and trailed off, before dropping to his knees and smiling up at him, “Can I try…?”
Summer yelped, half pain half shock, before the reverberations of Isaac’s teeth bounced through his body and he moaned. “Isaac, please.” Yep, he was definitely turned on again, or still — it was almost impossible to tell which. “You can — y-you can do anything you want.”