“I don’t know how much is good enough … ” he whispered, kissing at the base of Isaac’s spine. He plunged his fingers in and out, twisting them, hoping he was doing it right — although Isaac was certainly not complaining. Isaac was doing anything but complaining. He wondered if he could make Isaac come like this.
“More…I need…I want more…” He begged and pleaded with jerking hips and panting breaths, fingers clenching and uncurling as he grabbed at the sheets, needing something to keep him grounded for the moment. He rocked back into the other’s lips, keening at the delicious sensation of the fingers shifting inside him, legs jerking and trembling as his body contorted. “C-close…!”
Summer reached around with his free hand, wrapping it around Isaac’s cock and stroking a couple of times. “Come on,” he encouraged. It took serious concentration, he discovered, to stroke Isaac off and still manipulate his other hand. He was pretty sure he was messing it up at this point.