“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.
“Mmm, just call me Isaac. We don’t want to inflate my ego too much, do we?” he breathed out into his ear, biting down tenderly on the lobe as he plastered his chest right up against his boyfriend’s back, ever so slowly rocking his hips. “Feels good, huh?”
He shuddered hard at the bite to his ear, and Summer made a sound of agreement, fingertips curling. “Are you — going to — ?” he managed, before he ran out of breath and could only writhe against Isaac.