Once again Summer reached around, taking Isaac’s cock in his hand and stroking, deliberately off-rhythm with his thrusts. “Come on, baby,” he encouraged.
Whining happily at the nickname, Isaac’s release spilled from him with his body contorting wildly against the other’s, come spilling onto Summer’s hand as he clamped down around him. “Oh!”
“Nnnn — ” Summer managed, entirely incoherently, at the sensation. He had to cling to Isaac, eyes squeezed shut, and hazily wondered if they were doomed to be stuck together now, because he was pretty sure they were just melded together at this point.