“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.
“Do I want…?” He prompted with an encouraging sigh, shifting to slowly, teasingly grind against the other male’s rear, his hand speeding up on the other male’s length. “Tell me what you want, Summer.”
He had to brace his hands again, against the counter, and rocked himself back against Isaac. “I could be the bottom this time?” he whispered, and fumbled at the towel, pushing it away.