Summer sucked in a gasping breath, trying to hold himself still. “How — how do you expect me t-to figure it ou—AH! — out if you’re doing th-that?”
“Good though, right?” He gave him a couple more strokes before removing his hand, taking a step back as he eyed him expectantly.
The redhead couldn’t suppress a whimper when Isaac let go. He panted, trying to reboot his brain, and blinked wide-eyed at the werewolf. “I, uh, I.” He shook his head a little. “Isaac, I don’t know.”