The redhead managed to smile, slyly, and reached behind to run one hand into Isaac’s curls. “Let me — mmmh — share that with you.” He shifted against the werewolf and passed the feelings and sensations back into him.
Isaac’s legs buckled and he slumped slightly against Summer at the caresses, humming as he mouthed hotly as his neck, pushing his head into his boyfriend’s hands. “O-oh…” He grunted and ground his hips against the other male’s lower back, the friction causing pleasure to spark through him.
Summer made an incoherent sound compounded of pleasure and effort as he took more of Isaac’s weight. He had to plant his free hand against the counter, eyes slipping shut again, to hold them both up. “Fuck, Isaac,” he breathed, and fisted his hand in the werewolf’s hair. The problem, if it could be called that, with opening up a link between them was that the emotions bounced back and forth, heightening and intensifying with each pass.