A slight smile quirked Summer’s mouth. “You want to feel what I feel?” He stretched himself over Isaac’s back as far as he could, still thrusting hard, closed his eyes, and empathically poured the sensations into the werewolf.
“M-more than anything,” he murmured in response with a startling amount of coherency, before letting out a strangled cry as Summer leaned over his back and began near enough pounding into him, each thrust eliciting a delighted cry as he angled his head back. “O-oh!”
“Do you feel it?” Summer grunted. “How hot and tight you are around me, how fucking sexy, how completely perfect you are, do you feel it from me?” Every possible psychic barrier between them was gone, the two boys’ emotions flowing into each other.