Being bitten made him buck, coupled with a sharp moan. After only a few hours it was no longer so strange to feel the blood rushing southward. He dragged his eyes open to watch in the mirror as Isaac worked his skin over, shivering slightly at the sight. “You’re so fucking hot,” he rasped, gaze shifting to his cock, rising and lengthening under the werewolf’s ministrations. That still brought flashbacks to the magic, phantom hands shaping a wholly new part of his body with intense pleasure.
“Says the one making the noises guaranteed to make me go hard instantly,” he murmured and pressed his hips against the other’s rear, shifting to show Summer just how aroused he truly was. Smiling against his skin, he flicked his tongue out to lap at the faint bruise that would eventually form, and he smirked as the towel tented out from his actions. Sliding his hand down under it, he took the other male in his hand and lazily began to stroke him. “Feels good?”
“Do you want … ” Summer hesitated, caught between embarrassment and Isaac’s hands urging him on. Instead he wiggled his ass against the werewolf’s hard-on, trying to suggest without actually saying.