Without even the opportunity to prepare, Summer came, stirred to climax by the way Isaac’s body shivered beneath him. “Oh god,” he rasped. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to do that, sorry.” He placed a penitent kiss on Isaac’s spine.
He choked on a sob of protest and wriggled his hips, angling his head back as he clawed at the sheets, chest heaving with exertion. “Please…can’t believe you came just from that…so hot…” He panted out and hung his head then, clenching around him. “Please…”
Summer closed his hands more tightly on Isaac’s hipbones, bemused by the way his hands could wrap around those bones now. “Be still,” he breathed, still bent over. He shifted, slowly, easing his knees and leaning back up, before pulling himself almost all the way out and sliding back in. He kept the pace slow.