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iamthefirechild:

Summer’s moaning took on the faintest edge of pain as Isaac continued. He attempted to buck against the bite, pinned under the werewolf’s weight, but he really wasn’t fighting that hard — despite the sharp edge of pleasure/pain he was riding, it was impossible for the empath to resist the sheer pleasure his boyfriend was putting off.

Sensing the slight pain emitting from his boyfriend, Isaac let out a little whine and splayed his hand across Summer’s stomach, healing him even as he continued to rock into his body. He was so close, and as he hungrily drank in the delicious sounds of the other male moaning, it wasn’t very long at all before his release took over, causing him to shake and growl against Summer, vision blurring as he ground against his rear.

“Ah god … ” Summer blurted, jerking helplessly back against Isaac, shocked by the sense of warmth, by the familiarity of it. He wanted desperately to kiss the werewolf, but his wrists were still gripped tight. “Please, Isaac, please, I want to touch you, please,” he begged, babbled rather.

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