Summer fell back against the pillows under Isaac’s weight, cradling his boyfriend’s face in both hands. He couldn’t resist grinding upward, groaning at the sensation.

He whimpered at the delicious friction and spread his legs, grinding their hips together as he deepened the kiss, his entire weight settling on Summer’s torso.

The redhead nibbled softly on Isaac’s lip, breathing half-choked moans into the werewolf’s mouth. Male pleasure was just so /accessible/, and right now he was loving it. He slid one palm over Isaac’s shoulder, pressing down into the skin and muscles of his back, and grabbed a handful of his butt, dragging them closer together.

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