Summer chuckled, starting to nibble at his earlobe. “You’ve certainly risen to it today,” he teased. Pressing the soap into Isaac’s hand, he whispered, “Your turn.”
“…Is that an innuendo?” He blinked and tilted his head to the side, moaning faintly at the gentle bite. He took the soap and dropped to his knees, lathering up his hands and curling his fingers around Summer’s ankles.
The empath closed his eyes, revelling in the gentle touch. “Would I do that?” he murmured. He cupped his hands under the water, mischievously, and poured it over Isaac’s head.