Summer paused in inspecting the lube, peering down at Isaac. “Should I stop? We don’t have to … I’m just curious.” He stroked his fingertips down Isaac’s back, admiring the smooth, faintly muscled curve of it. “We could switch places?”
“I want…I want to feel what you feel when I’m inside you…I want to know what all the fuss is about, I guess?” He blushed and ducked his head to lock his eyes with the pillow, before groaning and lazily shifting his hips on the sheets. “We could afterwards, if you wanted?”
The redhead shook his head sharply once, mesmerised by Isaac’s motion. “You are so gorgeous,” he murmured. Laying the lube aside, he stroked his fingertips down Isaac’s back again before nudging his legs apart a little farther. Summer’s heart beat hard as he slipped his fingers between Isaac’s buttcheeks, feeling more than looking for the hole again. It was a little harder to press one finger in — they were both tense now, excited — and he waited for a reaction.