It took a moment for Summer to remember it was okay to bury his hands in Isaac’s hair, though he didn’t even try to guide the werewolf. After that first, involuntary motion, he forced himself to slow, restrained hip motions that matched Isaac’s movements. His breath rasped in his throat as he held Isaac’s gaze, eyes widening further and further.
The one thing he could /not/ figure out (maybe because Isaac kept draining his brain out through his cock?) was how in the world boys were able to keep from just climaxing immediately — was it possible to actually get used to this feeling? He could feel it again, that sensation of tension and coiled energy — “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I — “
He slurped obscenely and let out a low hum of pleasure, bobbing his head as he smiled up at him, lazily massaging at his hips as he locked eyes with him. He wanted to ask him how good it was, if he wanted to do it again, and if he now understood why Isaac loved to be pleasured in this way — but from the noises spilling from Summer’s lips, Isaac knew that he was enjoying it too.
He pulled back a little to press a gentle kiss to the tip, grinning then. “What for?” was all he said before he dove back in and swallowed him whole, hollowing out his cheeks as he resumed his previous movements.
Summer opened his mouth to try again, give Isaac a chance to draw back, but all that came out was a choked squeak as he came for the third time, shifting his grip down to Isaac’s shoulders as his knees buckled.