All Summer could do at that point was make various noises indicative of pleasure. “We’re — we’re doing this again when — ngh — god Isaac — when I’m female … ” he managed to force out, between whimpers, rocking back in tune with the werewolf’s rhythm.
“H-how…do…you mean?” he gasped out and buried his head in the back of Summer’s neck, panting harshly as he ever so slowly sped up, keeping one arm locked tightly around his boyfriend’s waist.
The empath was incapable of answering, digging his hands into the bed to try and keep from sliding, and rocking back with as much force. He finally managed to arrange himself where he could get a hand to his own cock and not get shoved onto his face, and whimpered with relief.