He fisted his hands in the sheets, bucking slightly. “D-don’t know. Nothing? I don’t know.”
“Try and explain it to me? I might be able to help,” he offered up with an encouraging smile, twisting his hand and brushing his thumb across the slit, lazily stroking him off. “You have no idea how hot you look right now, by the way.”
Summer sucked in a gasping breath, trying to hold himself still. “How — how do you expect me t-to figure it ou—AH! — out if you’re doing th-that?”
“W-wh-what about you?” Summer forced out, unbearably sensitive and writhing under his boyfriend’s talented hands. He /wanted/, fascinated by the repeated orgasms, by the way his new body was reacting, but there was some element missing, and he wasn’t entirely sure what it was. The blowjob had come /very/ close, though.
“What about me? This is all about you exploring your new body, Summer — I can wait.” He smiled and tightened his fist, ever so slowly speeding up his movements as he watched him. “What’s wrong?”
He fisted his hands in the sheets, bucking slightly. “D-don’t know. Nothing? I don’t know.”
The redhead sucked in a sharp breath, arching. “You’re trying to kill me,” he accused, half-serious.
“But oh, what a way to go!” He chuckled and flicked out his tongue to wet his lips, ever so slowly dragging his curled fist up the other male’s length, before sliding it back down again.
“W-wh-what about you?” Summer forced out, unbearably sensitive and writhing under his boyfriend’s talented hands. He /wanted/, fascinated by the repeated orgasms, by the way his new body was reacting, but there was some element missing, and he wasn’t entirely sure what it was. The blowjob had come /very/ close, though.
Summer laughed breathlessly. “It was the same way for me, too. Not sure that’s a gender thing. But god! The, the — it just — ” He shook his head sharply, eyes flying wide. He couldn’t imagine it was even possible to come again, yet, ridiculously, Isaac’s touch was stirring him again.
“I don’t know — I’ve only ever been with you,” he stated simply, before frowning at his girl- boyfriend’s gaze, tilting his head to the side. “What’s wrong? Are you…oh!” A delighted smile tugged at his lips, and he reached down to innocently curl his fingers around the other male’s length.
The redhead sucked in a sharp breath, arching. “You’re trying to kill me,” he accused, half-serious.
“Overwhelmed.” The redhead fell flat, intermittent shudders wracking his body. Eyes still closed, but eyebrows raised slightly, he added, mildly surprised, “That’s what sex is like?”
He grinned and nodded knowingly, rolling over to kiss the closed eyelids as he caressed the flat stomach. “For me it is — it’s amazing, right? The first time we had sex, I couldn’t stop my legs from shaking for ages.”
Summer laughed breathlessly. “It was the same way for me, too. Not sure that’s a gender thing. But god! The, the — it just — ” He shook his head sharply, eyes flying wide. He couldn’t imagine it was even possible to come again, yet, ridiculously, Isaac’s touch was stirring him again.
“S-sorry,” Summer gasped into Isaac’s hair, eyes closed and body shuddering. He felt utterly drained, limp and wrung out. “Need to sit down … “
“Don’t apologise,” he stated and dropped down onto the bed, pulling Summer with him as he wrapped his arms around him. “Are you okay?”
“Overwhelmed.” The redhead fell flat, intermittent shudders wracking his body. Eyes still closed, but eyebrows raised slightly, he added, mildly surprised, “That’s what sex is like?”
Summer opened his mouth to try again, give Isaac a chance to draw back, but all that came out was a choked squeak as he came for the third time, shifting his grip down to Isaac’s shoulders as his knees buckled.
His eyes widened as Summer’s release flooded his mouth, and he let out a muffled moan as he guzzled it down, tilting his head to the side. It was different from his own, but he quite enjoyed the taste, and he sucked the other male through his orgasm, before pulling back to lick at his puffy lips, holding the other male upright.
“S-sorry,” Summer gasped into Isaac’s hair, eyes closed and body shuddering. He felt utterly drained, limp and wrung out. “Need to sit down … “
It took a moment for Summer to remember it was okay to bury his hands in Isaac’s hair, though he didn’t even try to guide the werewolf. After that first, involuntary motion, he forced himself to slow, restrained hip motions that matched Isaac’s movements. His breath rasped in his throat as he held Isaac’s gaze, eyes widening further and further.
The one thing he could /not/ figure out (maybe because Isaac kept draining his brain out through his cock?) was how in the world boys were able to keep from just climaxing immediately — was it possible to actually get used to this feeling? He could feel it again, that sensation of tension and coiled energy — “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I — “
He slurped obscenely and let out a low hum of pleasure, bobbing his head as he smiled up at him, lazily massaging at his hips as he locked eyes with him. He wanted to ask him how good it was, if he wanted to do it again, and if he now understood why Isaac loved to be pleasured in this way — but from the noises spilling from Summer’s lips, Isaac knew that he was enjoying it too.
He pulled back a little to press a gentle kiss to the tip, grinning then. “What for?” was all he said before he dove back in and swallowed him whole, hollowing out his cheeks as he resumed his previous movements.
Summer opened his mouth to try again, give Isaac a chance to draw back, but all that came out was a choked squeak as he came for the third time, shifting his grip down to Isaac’s shoulders as his knees buckled.
He froze, hardly daring to breathe. The faintest groan trickled from his throat, trapped behind clenched teeth. He was afraid if he moved at all he would hurt Isaac, because any ability to stop himself would be gone.
It just felt /so good/. Heat and wet and pressure and sensation, all striking every nerve along his cock. Everything narrowed down to that, to the way Isaac’s tongue caressed, the faint sense of sucking — another flashback to the magic, to the tugging and shaping and pulling and stroking, to the subtle change in sensation as the body’s most sensitive places were shifted from within to without.
Summer shuddered and thrust.
He whimpered and locked eyes with him, wordlessly encouraging him to move at his own pace, knowing how terrified and aroused he’d been the first time she’d done this to him. He didn’t know if they’d ever have this opportunity again, so he wanted to make it as memorable as possible.
He moaned as the other thrust, hollowing out his cheeks as he began to bob his head, clutching at his hips as he pulled him even deeper into his mouth. He knew then how Summer did this, and he hoped he was making this as good for him as the other male had done for him before.
It took a moment for Summer to remember it was okay to bury his hands in Isaac’s hair, though he didn’t even try to guide the werewolf. After that first, involuntary motion, he forced himself to slow, restrained hip motions that matched Isaac’s movements. His breath rasped in his throat as he held Isaac’s gaze, eyes widening further and further.
The one thing he could /not/ figure out (maybe because Isaac kept draining his brain out through his cock?) was how in the world boys were able to keep from just climaxing immediately — was it possible to actually get used to this feeling? He could feel it again, that sensation of tension and coiled energy — “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I — “
Summer yelped, half pain half shock, before the reverberations of Isaac’s teeth bounced through his body and he moaned. “Isaac, please.” Yep, he was definitely turned on again, or still — it was almost impossible to tell which. “You can — y-you can do anything you want.”
He mouthed curiously at the other’s hips, brows furrowed together in a determined expression, eager to please the other male by imitating what he knew and liked himself. Pressing a curious little kiss to the head, he smiled up at him, before slowly pulling him into his mouth.
He froze, hardly daring to breathe. The faintest groan trickled from his throat, trapped behind clenched teeth. He was afraid if he moved at all he would hurt Isaac, because any ability to stop himself would be gone.
It just felt /so good/. Heat and wet and pressure and sensation, all striking every nerve along his cock. Everything narrowed down to that, to the way Isaac’s tongue caressed, the faint sense of sucking — another flashback to the magic, to the tugging and shaping and pulling and stroking, to the subtle change in sensation as the body’s most sensitive places were shifted from within to without.
Summer shuddered and thrust.