He danced his fingers up Isaac’s skin, stroking the heaving flesh, and smiled darkly. “For a little. If we’re going to explore, though, shouldn’t we explore all the possible combinations?” He sped up a little more.
“Mmm, I’d like that. I want to feel what you feel, and right now, this is the next best thing,” he groaned aloud and panted into the pillows, clenching as he rocked his hips back and forth slowly, mewling as Summer’s movements sped up. “Yes!”
A slight smile quirked Summer’s mouth. “You want to feel what I feel?” He stretched himself over Isaac’s back as far as he could, still thrusting hard, closed his eyes, and empathically poured the sensations into the werewolf.