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.
A dark blush settled across his already flushed cheeks and he smiled, hips still rolling slowly, legs falling apart at Summer’s wordless coaxing. He unconsciously curled his fingers around the headboard and chewed on his bottom lip, before a strangled cry escaped him as the single finger slowly slipped into his body, his breath hitching as he tried to grow accustomed to the extremely peculiar sensation. “O-oh…oh, keep going?”
Summer drew his finger almost all the way back out, and pressed it in again. “Relax,” he breathed, forcing his own shoulders to ease. He leaned over and kissed his way down Isaac’s spine.