It took probably entirely too long, from Isaac’s point of view, for Summer to come back enough to himself to keep stroking his boyfriend. Shakily, he said, “I’m pretty sure that’s just a werewolf thing.”
He ground against his hand, fingers mapping out his torso as he eyed him shyly, cheeks flushed and breath hitching. “Maybe, maybe not. Maybe we’ll have to try it out and see?”
Summer closed his hand tighter, trying to remember exactly what Isaac had done a moment ago. Licking his lips, he leaned over and kissed Isaac hesitantly.