A sly smile curled the empath’s lips. Chidingly, he said, “You worry too much. After all, I see stars every time I look at you.” He took Isaac’s hand exactly long enough to kiss the knuckles, then darted across the hall and flung himself face-down and flat across the bed.
A brilliant blush stained across his cheeks and he opened and closed his mouth a few times, before padding after his boyfriend and casting his naked body an appreciative glance. “You’re so beautiful, Summer,” he murmured and straddled his thighs, running his hands up and down his back.
A very muffled snort came from the pillows. “I thought the word for men was handsome.” He writhed a little, shivering under Isaac’s gentle touch and the interesting feeling of the bedclothes against his cock.