“I thought it was lotion,” he said, faintly surprised. He let go for a moment to run his hands up Isaac’s ribs, waiting just long enough to make sure the werewolf had the lube in hand before rolling them both over. Summer grinned down at Isaac. “Probably better not to just jump into this. Will you lay on your stomach for me?”
“Maybe — I feel like this works better though. For me, at least.” He chuckled and then stretched out, rumbling with pleasure as hands caressed his ribs and he gazed up at him. A blush stained his delighted expression, and he nodded, rolling over onto his stomach with his legs spread, idly playing with the edges of the nearest pillow. “This feels so strange.”
Summer paused in inspecting the lube, peering down at Isaac. “Should I stop? We don’t have to … I’m just curious.” He stroked his fingertips down Isaac’s back, admiring the smooth, faintly muscled curve of it. “We could switch places?”