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.
He shivered and smiled lazily into the tender kiss, his hands cupping at the other’s face before tangling in his hair, distracting himself as he felt Summer’s hands move behind him. He shivered and spread his legs wide, opening himself up in a way he never had before, and as soon as that single finger traced around the tightly furled entrance, his eyes bulged and he unconsciously rocked his hips back on a breathless little moan.
That moan /did/ things to Summer. He closed his eyes for a second, before asking roughly, “Isaac, ‘m going to need.” He stopped to clear his throat. “Lube? Condoms?” Even as he was speaking, though, he was tracing back over, brushing and brushing against that hole and pushing his finger back in.