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.
Chanting Summer’s name into the pillow as he let out a series of breathless, muffled moans, Isaac ground his hips back onto the fingers twisting inside of him, determined to enjoy this while he could. “S’good, so good … ” he whimpered, body jerking and contorting as those wonderful fingers grazed over that spot again, his toes curling with pleasure. “S-Summer…”
“I don’t know how much is good enough … ” he whispered, kissing at the base of Isaac’s spine. He plunged his fingers in and out, twisting them, hoping he was doing it right — although Isaac was certainly not complaining. Isaac was doing anything but complaining. He wondered if he could make Isaac come like this.