“/Was/?” Summer ached an eyebrow. “A few hours and you’re already on the past tense?” He coiled over toward Isaac’s hand, reaching out an arm to drag his boyfriend down. “I’ll tell you a secret,” he whispered, grinning at Isaac. “I’m pretty sure what we have discovered here is that you are Summer-sexual. And I’m Isaac-sexual. And there’s a whole week where we can find out what gay sex is like and nobody’s cheating and nobody has to feel guilty.” He kissed Isaac hard, sloppily, one hand fisted hard in the werewolf’s curly hair.
His eyes widened and then narrowed, his mouth opened and closed a few times before he simply let out a frustrated noise, not knowing how to put the thoughts in his head into words to be uttered aloud. Scooting closer to the other male, he fell silent and tilted his head to the side, listening intently and then he grinned, falling into the kiss with a delighted little sigh. That all sounded so perfect and wonderful to him, and he straddled the other male’s lap, returning the passionate kiss with an eager enthusiasm.
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.