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.
“No,” Isaac suddenly stated softly as he realised just what Summer was trying to do, and allowing the other male only a moment of relief, Isaac snaked his hand under his boyfriend’s body to grab at his wrist, pulling it out and pinning both of his arms just inches away from his body. “You’re going to come just from this,” he added on after a moment, gradually speeding up his movements, rocking into him a little harder.
Summer whined, twisting his wrists gently in Isaac’s hold, but there was no way he was going to break a werewolf’s grip — especially not when that werewolf was making love to him. After a moment and a vague growl, though, he submitted to Isaac’s control, relaxing into the sensations.