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.
“Alright, you’re beautiful and handsome, okay?” He sighed dramatically and mapped out the other male’s flesh under his fingers, hands ever so slowly moving lower and lower. “Feels good, huh?”
“Mmhmm,” Summer sighed out slowly. Tingles ran over his skin, the fine hairs rising and falling. He shifted against Isaac’s slow hands, trying not to moan with impatience. “You could do this for hours, couldn’t you?” he whispered.