He slid his hand over the curves, hard with muscle from running and lacrosse, fingertips inching closer to the hole. The empath held his eyes half-lidded, paying attention to Isaac’s every reaction, tensely ready to jerk away if this wasn’t acceptable. “You,” he whispered. “Always you, just you, any possible way.”
His eyes widened and he unconsciously spread his legs, glancing back to watch Summer’s hand curiously. He tilted his head to the side, wondering what it would feel like, before he turned to lock eyes with the other male, nodding his permission as he leaned to kiss him. “Always. You’ve always got me, okay? No matter what.”
Summer let the kiss be sweet and gentle, offering up his mouth to Isaac to be plundered. The amount of trust Isaac reposed in him, especially now, awed and amazed him. With care, he let his hand slip farther, stroking over the fine skin, until he could feel the hole. It took surprisingly little pressure to ease a fingertip in, and he waited breathlessly for a reaction.