Summer turned his head a little, so he could breathe, and huffed a chuckle. “You say that like I don’t have any idea what it might be like, you dork.”
“Well…I can’t compare, but I’d imagine it’d be a lot different for you this time around,” He playfully bit down onto one cheek before slipping his fingertip inside ever so slowly. “Okay?”
“Hnnn,” Summer said incoherently. Sensation shot up his spine, first from the bite and then the finger, and he writhed, mostly involuntarily, jamming his hips against the sheets. “D’n’ stop.”