“I think that was your prostate,” Summer murmured smugly. He brushed his fingers over that spot again, watching Isaac’s reaction.
“Oh!” He cried out in a bewildered delight, wriggling his hips back and rocking himself on the other boy’s fingers, determined to find that little spot inside that shot pleasure through his body. “Summer!”
The empath placed his other hand on Isaac’s spine, pressing down gently. “Be still,” he murmured. “Patience.” He stroked in and out again, opening Isaac up. “Imagine what it’ll be like when I’m inside you.”