Bracing both hands on Isaac’s hips, Summer positioned himself and pressed forward. He had to close his eyes again, growling low in his throat at the pressure and warmth. “Fuck, Isaac,” he breathed. Slowly, he slid in, lost in the sensations, until he was buried to the hilt inside his boyfriend. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against the werewolf’s lower back, and shuddered.
Mewling as fingers curled around his hipbones, Isaac mouthed at the pillow, legs trembling and twitching as Summer slowly began to push inside his body, and he screwed his eyes tightly shut. Whimpering a little at the pained stretched, he gradually grew accustomed to having the other male buried deep inside of him, his body trembling violently in his boyfriend’s embrace. “O-oh, Summer…”
Without even the opportunity to prepare, Summer came, stirred to climax by the way Isaac’s body shivered beneath him. “Oh god,” he rasped. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to do that, sorry.” He placed a penitent kiss on Isaac’s spine.