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.”
He stilled obediently and purred into the pillow, hips rocking minutely against the sheets now as he spread his legs a little wider. “O-oh!” he cried out hoarsely with pleasure, just picturing, just imagining the other male buried deep inside him, and it took every bit of self-control he had to keep himself calm.
Summer wasn’t sure if it was the mere idea of intimacy with Isaac, or the specific sex they were planning, but he was hard as iron again and starting to feel impatient. He forced himself to take his time opening Isaac up — werewolf healing or not, it would put him off if he hurt Isaac. He added more lube and another finger, looking for that spot again.