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.
“No…stay…” He slurred softly in protest, toes curling as he reached back blindly with one hand, trying to keep his boyfriend buried inside him for a moment longer. Then, he was shaking with laughter, sprawled out on the tangled sheets on his stomach.
Summer smacked Isaac’s ass. “You’re laughing at me,” he accused, grinning himself. “Am I wrong?” He took a moment to remove the condom and throw it away, before perching back beside Isaac’s prone body. “Idiot,” he said fondly.