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?”
“I want…I want to feel what you feel when I’m inside you…I want to know what all the fuss is about, I guess?” He blushed and ducked his head to lock his eyes with the pillow, before groaning and lazily shifting his hips on the sheets. “We could afterwards, if you wanted?”
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.
“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?”
The redhead choked an amazed laugh. “Do I want to know why you already have lube?” he teased. He wrapped his other hand around Isaac’s hip, trying to hold him still, because every twitch of the werewolf’s body was disrupting his concentration.
“A-all teenage boys keep lube close-by in their bedrooms.” He chuckled and then allowed himself to be pinned just as he located what he needed, chest heaving with exertion. “I’ve never…I’ve never tried this before, but it already feels so good…”
“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?”
That moan /did/ things to Summer. He closed his eyes for a second, before asking roughly, “Isaac, ‘m going to need.” He stopped to clear his throat. “Lube? Condoms?” Even as he was speaking, though, he was tracing back over, brushing and brushing against that hole and pushing his finger back in.
His entire body contorted and arched back, slowly trying to impale himself on that finger teasing around his entrance, curious and eager for more as he grunted. Turning to lock eyes with Summer once more, he whimpered and rolled his hips, before angling his body enough to reach across the bed, fumbling in the drawer beside his bed as he shifted his hips down against Summer’s.
The redhead choked an amazed laugh. “Do I want to know why you already have lube?” he teased. He wrapped his other hand around Isaac’s hip, trying to hold him still, because every twitch of the werewolf’s body was disrupting his concentration.
Summer let the kiss be sweet and gentle, offering up his mouth to Isaac to be plundered. The amount of trust Isaac reposed in him, especially now, awed and amazed him. With care, he let his hand slip farther, stroking over the fine skin, until he could feel the hole. It took surprisingly little pressure to ease a fingertip in, and he waited breathlessly for a reaction.
He shivered and smiled lazily into the tender kiss, his hands cupping at the other’s face before tangling in his hair, distracting himself as he felt Summer’s hands move behind him. He shivered and spread his legs wide, opening himself up in a way he never had before, and as soon as that single finger traced around the tightly furled entrance, his eyes bulged and he unconsciously rocked his hips back on a breathless little moan.
That moan /did/ things to Summer. He closed his eyes for a second, before asking roughly, “Isaac, ‘m going to need.” He stopped to clear his throat. “Lube? Condoms?” Even as he was speaking, though, he was tracing back over, brushing and brushing against that hole and pushing his finger back in.
He slid his hand over the curves, hard with muscle from running and lacrosse, fingertips inching closer to the hole. The empath held his eyes half-lidded, paying attention to Isaac’s every reaction, tensely ready to jerk away if this wasn’t acceptable. “You,” he whispered. “Always you, just you, any possible way.”
His eyes widened and he unconsciously spread his legs, glancing back to watch Summer’s hand curiously. He tilted his head to the side, wondering what it would feel like, before he turned to lock eyes with the other male, nodding his permission as he leaned to kiss him. “Always. You’ve always got me, okay? No matter what.”
Summer let the kiss be sweet and gentle, offering up his mouth to Isaac to be plundered. The amount of trust Isaac reposed in him, especially now, awed and amazed him. With care, he let his hand slip farther, stroking over the fine skin, until he could feel the hole. It took surprisingly little pressure to ease a fingertip in, and he waited breathlessly for a reaction.
The redhead nibbled softly on Isaac’s lip, breathing half-choked moans into the werewolf’s mouth. Male pleasure was just so /accessible/, and right now he was loving it. He slid one palm over Isaac’s shoulder, pressing down into the skin and muscles of his back, and grabbed a handful of his butt, dragging them closer together.
He loved how some elements of this remained the same, no matter the gender of the body beneath him — it was still essentially Summer. But this was truly delicious, and he continued to grind his hips down and moan into the kiss, pushing his rear into the other boy’s roaming hand. “What do you want, Summer?”
He slid his hand over the curves, hard with muscle from running and lacrosse, fingertips inching closer to the hole. The empath held his eyes half-lidded, paying attention to Isaac’s every reaction, tensely ready to jerk away if this wasn’t acceptable. “You,” he whispered. “Always you, just you, any possible way.”
Summer fell back against the pillows under Isaac’s weight, cradling his boyfriend’s face in both hands. He couldn’t resist grinding upward, groaning at the sensation.
He whimpered at the delicious friction and spread his legs, grinding their hips together as he deepened the kiss, his entire weight settling on Summer’s torso.
The redhead nibbled softly on Isaac’s lip, breathing half-choked moans into the werewolf’s mouth. Male pleasure was just so /accessible/, and right now he was loving it. He slid one palm over Isaac’s shoulder, pressing down into the skin and muscles of his back, and grabbed a handful of his butt, dragging them closer together.
“/Was/?” Summer ached an eyebrow. “A few hours and you’re already on the past tense?” He coiled over toward Isaac’s hand, reaching out an arm to drag his boyfriend down. “I’ll tell you a secret,” he whispered, grinning at Isaac. “I’m pretty sure what we have discovered here is that you are Summer-sexual. And I’m Isaac-sexual. And there’s a whole week where we can find out what gay sex is like and nobody’s cheating and nobody has to feel guilty.” He kissed Isaac hard, sloppily, one hand fisted hard in the werewolf’s curly hair.
His eyes widened and then narrowed, his mouth opened and closed a few times before he simply let out a frustrated noise, not knowing how to put the thoughts in his head into words to be uttered aloud. Scooting closer to the other male, he fell silent and tilted his head to the side, listening intently and then he grinned, falling into the kiss with a delighted little sigh. That all sounded so perfect and wonderful to him, and he straddled the other male’s lap, returning the passionate kiss with an eager enthusiasm.
Summer fell back against the pillows under Isaac’s weight, cradling his boyfriend’s face in both hands. He couldn’t resist grinding upward, groaning at the sensation.
The redhead frowned, biting on his tongue. “I think I said, ‘for this week’. So that implies a natural end to the change: a week.” He watched Isaac’s hand on his skin, equally absently noting his new body’s apparently natural response to anything Isaac. It was still a strange feeling — similar to female arousal, but on the other hand not similar at all.
“It’ll be nice to have the old you back, but…” Here, he faltered as if he were worried for Summer’s reaction over his comments, before he took a deep breath and just decided to go with it. “I think I’ll…I’ll miss this version of you too. It was fun and…I’ve really enjoyed it.”
“/Was/?” Summer ached an eyebrow. “A few hours and you’re already on the past tense?” He coiled over toward Isaac’s hand, reaching out an arm to drag his boyfriend down. “I’ll tell you a secret,” he whispered, grinning at Isaac. “I’m pretty sure what we have discovered here is that you are Summer-sexual. And I’m Isaac-sexual. And there’s a whole week where we can find out what gay sex is like and nobody’s cheating and nobody has to feel guilty.” He kissed Isaac hard, sloppily, one hand fisted hard in the werewolf’s curly hair.