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.”
He mouthed curiously at the other’s hips, brows furrowed together in a determined expression, eager to please the other male by imitating what he knew and liked himself. Pressing a curious little kiss to the head, he smiled up at him, before slowly pulling him into his mouth.
He froze, hardly daring to breathe. The faintest groan trickled from his throat, trapped behind clenched teeth. He was afraid if he moved at all he would hurt Isaac, because any ability to stop himself would be gone.
It just felt /so good/. Heat and wet and pressure and sensation, all striking every nerve along his cock. Everything narrowed down to that, to the way Isaac’s tongue caressed, the faint sense of sucking — another flashback to the magic, to the tugging and shaping and pulling and stroking, to the subtle change in sensation as the body’s most sensitive places were shifted from within to without.
Summer shuddered and thrust.