the Tale of Sir Isaac

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

She found his ear and nibbled on it a bit before breathing, “Yes.” She tipped her head a little, and her hair shifted over one shoulder, and she shivered.

Isaac shivered and shifted against her, before he moved to press his face into her hair, inhaling her scent. “We should probably get dressed enough to move to another room though, else we might scare some of the servants.”

“This whole space is mine. They will not — ” She shook her head, mouth brushing against his skin. Limb by limb, she unwound herself from him, flesh pebbling in the chill of the room as she pulled away from his warmth. “It’s not far. Come.”

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

Summer shuddered under Isaac’s hands, letting his head drop between his shoulders and closing his eyes. He didn’t want any other distractions from what the werewolf was doing. A low, soft whine came from him, in time with Isaac’s strokes.

“So beautiful,” he cooed softly and pressed another open-mouthed kiss to his lower back, before coaxing his legs apart and tracing in between them, inching higher and higher. “Have you ever done this before? I’m scared I might hurt you…”

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” the empath breathed, trying not to tremble too much. “You’ll know, I promise, you won’t be able to not know, you won’t hurt me.” The words spilled out of his mouth in a babble of sound.

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

For answer, the redhead leaned over the counter, letting Isaac’s hair go and bracing both arms on the formica. He spread his legs a little for balance and grinned over his shoulder at Isaac. “Come on, then, tease.” There was a jagged break in the words, formed from need and desire and the synergy between them.

“You have to let me know what you’re okay with…” He countered and gazed up at him dubiously, a wide grin splitting his face almost instantly as he leaned to press a kiss to each of his boyfriend’s chest. Tightening his hold around his length, he used his other hand to caress the other male’s rear, moaning aloud at the erotic sight of his boyfriend standing before him like this.

Summer shuddered under Isaac’s hands, letting his head drop between his shoulders and closing his eyes. He didn’t want any other distractions from what the werewolf was doing. A low, soft whine came from him, in time with Isaac’s strokes.

the Tale of Sir Isaac

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

It took considerable effort to bring herself to say, soft in the darkness, ‘We should go to bed. I don’t want you to catch a chill.” Moving would mean parting from him, even if only for a few moments, and she didn’t want that.

“Can we stay like this though?” he whispered lowly, referring of course to their lack of clothing and intimate positions, needing to keep her as close as was possible to him. But even as he uttered those words aloud, he remained pressed up against her, clearly reluctant to move away from her side.

She found his ear and nibbled on it a bit before breathing, “Yes.” She tipped her head a little, and her hair shifted over one shoulder, and she shivered.