“Th-think you might be a better judge of th—ahhh … ” Something /changed/. Once again, words didn’t go around it well, but Isaac’s touch stopped feeling vaguely like an intrusion where it shouldn’t be and much more desirable. Maybe it was relaxation. Summer had no idea. He turned his face back into the pillow, starting to rock, back and forth. “D’n’t st’p.”
“I’ve only ever had this done once to me, and it was perfect, so I want to do the same for you,” he murmured, eyes crinkling with delight as Summer’s comments were interrupted by his moans, and he continued thrusting that single finger in and out of his body. Nodding then and encouraged by his boyfriend’s moans, he slowly began to insert a second finger, gently scissoring inside of him.
The redhead choked on a laugh, rocking harder. He had to turn his face away from the pillow again, just to breathe, and glanced over his shoulder at Isaac’s face. “F-feels /so/ good,” he managed.