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.
Isaac’s entire body thrashed then, and he alternated between rocking his hips back and forth, the dual stimulation causing pleasure to spark wildly through him. “O-oh, Summer!” He sighed out then, before coming hard, spilling over the other male’s fingers as he clenched around the others twisting relentlessly inside him.
Summer closed his eyes and shuddered at the way Isaac’s body moved. “You are the most gorgeous thing,” he said, voice low and rough. He jerked his fingers out fast and hard and grabbed for a condom. If what had happened a moment ago was any indication, actually being in Isaac would be incredible. He rolled the condom on as fast as he could, drowning himself in lube, and rubbed himself up against Isaac.
“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.
Summer wasn’t sure if it was the mere idea of intimacy with Isaac, or the specific sex they were planning, but he was hard as iron again and starting to feel impatient. He forced himself to take his time opening Isaac up — werewolf healing or not, it would put him off if he hurt Isaac. He added more lube and another finger, looking for that spot again.
Chanting Summer’s name into the pillow as he let out a series of breathless, muffled moans, Isaac ground his hips back onto the fingers twisting inside of him, determined to enjoy this while he could. “S’good, so good … ” he whimpered, body jerking and contorting as those wonderful fingers grazed over that spot again, his toes curling with pleasure. “S-Summer…”
“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.
The empath placed his other hand on Isaac’s spine, pressing down gently. “Be still,” he murmured. “Patience.” He stroked in and out again, opening Isaac up. “Imagine what it’ll be like when I’m inside you.”
He stilled obediently and purred into the pillow, hips rocking minutely against the sheets now as he spread his legs a little wider. “O-oh!” he cried out hoarsely with pleasure, just picturing, just imagining the other male buried deep inside him, and it took every bit of self-control he had to keep himself calm.
Summer wasn’t sure if it was the mere idea of intimacy with Isaac, or the specific sex they were planning, but he was hard as iron again and starting to feel impatient. He forced himself to take his time opening Isaac up — werewolf healing or not, it would put him off if he hurt Isaac. He added more lube and another finger, looking for that spot again.
“I think that was your prostate,” Summer murmured smugly. He brushed his fingers over that spot again, watching Isaac’s reaction.
“Oh!” He cried out in a bewildered delight, wriggling his hips back and rocking himself on the other boy’s fingers, determined to find that little spot inside that shot pleasure through his body. “Summer!”
The empath placed his other hand on Isaac’s spine, pressing down gently. “Be still,” he murmured. “Patience.” He stroked in and out again, opening Isaac up. “Imagine what it’ll be like when I’m inside you.”
The empath eased the pain quickly, though it didn’t take much, between Isaac’s relaxation and the werewolf’s natural healing. Taking advantage of the greater length of his fingers in this shape, he pushed in deeper, turning slowly and looking for the prostate.
He choked on a stuttering moan, clawing slightly at the sheets as he rocked his hips back, before suddenly his entire body twitched and jerked, and his head flew round, aroused confusion twisting his features. “W-what…what was that?”
“I think that was your prostate,” Summer murmured smugly. He brushed his fingers over that spot again, watching Isaac’s reaction.
“I don’t think so,” Summer murmured, making sure his fingers were completely covered in lube. “The nerve endings aren’t the same? We’ll have to try it the other way round and I’ll let you know.” He set two fingers together and pressed in again.
He cursed softly as he was stretched a little wider apart, moaning into the pillow as he spread his legs further apart, rocking his hips back slowly. “O-oh, Summer,” he choked out, pain quickly making way for pleasure.
The empath eased the pain quickly, though it didn’t take much, between Isaac’s relaxation and the werewolf’s natural healing. Taking advantage of the greater length of his fingers in this shape, he pushed in deeper, turning slowly and looking for the prostate.
“Okay,” the redhead said, frowning a little in concentration. He sat back up, for better control of his motions, and sped up a little, dragging the one finger in and out. After a little time it was clear that Isaac was relaxing, and Summer drew his finger out to add lube.
He lay sprawled out on his stomach, moaning as he lazily rocked back onto the finger thrusting in and out of him, fingers curling around the edges of the pillows. “Mmm, does it always feel like this for you? Girl you, I mean.” He mumbled and closed his eyes, before letting out a faint whine as Summer pulled away. “No…”
“I don’t think so,” Summer murmured, making sure his fingers were completely covered in lube. “The nerve endings aren’t the same? We’ll have to try it the other way round and I’ll let you know.” He set two fingers together and pressed in again.
Summer drew his finger almost all the way back out, and pressed it in again. “Relax,” he breathed, forcing his own shoulders to ease. He leaned over and kissed his way down Isaac’s spine.
His hips jerked a little and he clutched at the sheets, unable to stop the faint whine of protest that escaped him as the finger slipped back out of his body. His body contorted, trying to further impale himself on that single finger as lips peppered kisses down his spine, and he groaned. “Feels…weird, but…but a good weird?”
“Okay,” the redhead said, frowning a little in concentration. He sat back up, for better control of his motions, and sped up a little, dragging the one finger in and out. After a little time it was clear that Isaac was relaxing, and Summer drew his finger out to add lube.
The redhead shook his head sharply once, mesmerised by Isaac’s motion. “You are so gorgeous,” he murmured. Laying the lube aside, he stroked his fingertips down Isaac’s back again before nudging his legs apart a little farther. Summer’s heart beat hard as he slipped his fingers between Isaac’s buttcheeks, feeling more than looking for the hole again. It was a little harder to press one finger in — they were both tense now, excited — and he waited for a reaction.
A dark blush settled across his already flushed cheeks and he smiled, hips still rolling slowly, legs falling apart at Summer’s wordless coaxing. He unconsciously curled his fingers around the headboard and chewed on his bottom lip, before a strangled cry escaped him as the single finger slowly slipped into his body, his breath hitching as he tried to grow accustomed to the extremely peculiar sensation. “O-oh…oh, keep going?”
Summer drew his finger almost all the way back out, and pressed it in again. “Relax,” he breathed, forcing his own shoulders to ease. He leaned over and kissed his way down Isaac’s spine.