“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.
Hearing his boyfriend’s hoarse pleas, Isaac nodded weakly and took a deep breath, before gradually pulling out of Summer’s body and turning the other male over onto his back. Curling up beside him, he sniffed at the other’s neck and rumbled with contentment as he could smell himself enveloping the male, before he leaned up to press their lips together, still panting.
Utterly ignoring the way his body felt, Summer wrapped his arms, with some difficulty, around Isaac, and locked their mouths together. He whimpered slightly, desperate to show the werewolf how much he loved him.