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.
His entire body contorted and arched back, slowly trying to impale himself on that finger teasing around his entrance, curious and eager for more as he grunted. Turning to lock eyes with Summer once more, he whimpered and rolled his hips, before angling his body enough to reach across the bed, fumbling in the drawer beside his bed as he shifted his hips down against Summer’s.
The redhead choked an amazed laugh. “Do I want to know why you already have lube?” he teased. He wrapped his other hand around Isaac’s hip, trying to hold him still, because every twitch of the werewolf’s body was disrupting his concentration.