He had to brace his hands again, against the counter, and rocked himself back against Isaac. “I could be the bottom this time?” he whispered, and fumbled at the towel, pushing it away.
Shamelessly rutting against him now, he scraped his teeth along his neck and shoulder, smiling as their reflections locked in the mirror. “I’d like that — I want to make you see stars this time, Summer,” he hummed and eyed up his now naked body with an appreciative glance as he continued to stroke him off.
Summer jerked, not away but a whole body twitch against Isaac, and made an incoherent, affirmative sort of sound. “I th-think if you don’t stop what you’re doing now I’ll already be seeing stars … ?” he stammered.