Summer moaned softly, overbalancing a little and catching himself on the tile. He pressed his hips back, hardening cock bobbing a little, and moaned again.
Biting gently at his neck, he reached out to curl his fingers around his boyfriend’s hardening cock, ever so slowly stroking him. “You feel so good in my hand, Summer…”
“God, Isaac.” It came out in a helpless groan. He couldn’t move or respond in any other way, too preoccupied with holding himself up against the tiles, and hung his head between his bunched shoulders, breathing hard.