“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.
He ground his hips back so that he was resting flush against the other’s pelvis, panting and trembling as his fingers flexed against the bed-sheets, breath hitching harshly. “Mmmm.”
After a long moment, he dragged in a breath and shifted his hips backward, slowly, reluctantly, feeling as though he was unsticking himself from Isaac. “I think I understand the term ‘fucked your brains out’ now,” he rasped.