Summer rolled over, burying his flaming face in a pillow, and growled under his breath.
“…What? What did I do wrong, Summer? You have to tell me what you want!” He frowned helplessly and ran his fingers through his hair, dropping into a crouch beside him. “Talk to me?”
He flapped a hand at the werewolf, before emerging from the pillow. “It’s not always you, y’know,” he pointed out, before flopping back over onto his back. “I’m just mad because I can’t explain this right. Look. It’s … I’m just wondering if a vagina feels as good as a mouth. On my … penis. And you’ve had both.”