Summer closed his hands more tightly on Isaac’s hipbones, bemused by the way his hands could wrap around those bones now. “Be still,” he breathed, still bent over. He shifted, slowly, easing his knees and leaning back up, before pulling himself almost all the way out and sliding back in. He kept the pace slow.
“S’good, so good,” He slurred as his body quickly grew accustomed to the stretch with a combination of his own supernatural healing powers as well as an eagerness to do this. Nodding, he clutched at the sheets and let out a low moan, lifting his hips up and trying to keep still as his boyfriend began to move.
He’d found the spot with his fingers, but he wasn’t at all sure he could find it like this. He kept the pace slow and easy, rhythmic, listening to Isaac and hoping he was doing it right. It still felt fantastic, and he couldn’t /believe/ how easy it was for guys to get off. But was it easy for the bottom?