lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

“What,” he gasped back, clawing up Isaac’s back, “makes you think I didn’t already know how that feels? I just don’t have an external barometre for it.” It felt like every hair on his skin stood up, expressing the fact that every nerve was wide awake and dancing. “I-if that was the ‘everything’ you wanted to teach me, you need a new curriculum.”

“…Such big fancy words,” he commented and bit down hard enough on the ear to leave a little mark, before he flicked out his tongue to lick apologetically at the tender flesh. His hands were eagerly roaming the other’s body, still growing used to muscle and flat planes where he was all too used to curves, but he loved this too. “Mmm, perhaps…” he stated and trailed off, before dropping to his knees and smiling up at him, “Can I try…?”

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.”

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

The empath groaned, arching and flexing in a way that indicated that ears, at least, were still very much an erogenous zone. “My god Isaac you’re cruel,” he murmured on a single breath, grabbing at whatever patches of skin were closest to hand. “Going to drive me out of my mind … “

“Now you know how I feel when you touch me, how my skin is on fire and it feels like a simple breeze would cause me to lose control…” he murmured and licked around the shell of the other’s ear, moaning faintly as their bodies rolled and slid together, continuing to chuckle at Summer.

“What,” he gasped back, clawing up Isaac’s back, “makes you think I didn’t already know how that feels? I just don’t have an external barometre for it.” It felt like every hair on his skin stood up, expressing the fact that every nerve was wide awake and dancing. “I-if that was the ‘everything’ you wanted to teach me, you need a new curriculum.”

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

Summer opened his mouth to answer, and shut it again. It was hard enough to think, skin-to-skin with Isaac, without having to think of a /good/ answer. “I-i can’t — “

Laughing hoarsely into the other male’s ear, he bit down teasingly, absently wondering if male Summer would have the same sensitive pleasure spots that female Summer had, and he aimed to discover them all over and over again. “Mmm, what was that? I couldn’t hear you, Summer,” he murmured teasingly, slowly shifting his hips against the other’s.

The empath groaned, arching and flexing in a way that indicated that ears, at least, were still very much an erogenous zone. “My god Isaac you’re cruel,” he murmured on a single breath, grabbing at whatever patches of skin were closest to hand. “Going to drive me out of my mind … “

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

Summer forced himself to push Isaac’s hand away. It felt like they were getting stuck in a cycle, first one coming, then the other, each aroused afresh by the other’s reactions. “I … we … Isaac … ” He shivered, brushing his mouth down along the werewolf’s cheek, lightly lipping against his ear and throat. “W-we can’t lie here all day and fuck each other.”

Isaac mewled with delight at the sensation of having faint traces of stubble rubbing across his cheek, neck and throat, so used to the soft skin of his girlfriend. Then, he trembled and rocked against the other male’s body, reaching down to cup the other male’s rear in his hands. “Give me one good reason why not,” he whispered huskily into his ear, with a surprising amount of coherency.

Summer opened his mouth to answer, and shut it again. It was hard enough to think, skin-to-skin with Isaac, without having to think of a /good/ answer. “I-i can’t — “

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

They’ve done this before; why is it so hard to remember what to do when both bodies are male? That’s stupid. He stroked Isaac, harder, twisting his wrist. He looped his other arm around Isaac’s shoulders, pulling him up into the kiss. “Come on … ” he whispered, before matching Isaac’s moan as he felt himself already swelling /again/.

Just as their lips brushed together, Isaac came hard with a shudder and a faint wail, one hand clutching at Summer’s shoulder as the other slowly stroked the other male’s hardening length. Shivering and rocking into his fist, he collapsed against him, panting harshly.

Summer forced himself to push Isaac’s hand away. It felt like they were getting stuck in a cycle, first one coming, then the other, each aroused afresh by the other’s reactions. “I … we … Isaac … ” He shivered, brushing his mouth down along the werewolf’s cheek, lightly lipping against his ear and throat. “W-we can’t lie here all day and fuck each other.”

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

His hands shook a little as he unbuttoned Isaac’s pants, tugging them down over his hips. He didn’t know why; that part was familiar. He didn’t even know why he’d /asked/. Isaac wasn’t different. Summer closed his eyes, groping, wrapping his palm around Isaac’s cock. He tugged gently, and it was like he flashed back to the transformation, as magic probed within him, pulling, with every stroke drawing his cock longer, thicker, literally out of his body, reshaping his flesh.

He groaned, knees trembling, feeling the way his blood pulsed as Isaac caressed him. The sensitivity was incredible. He could watch as he swelled in Isaac’s hands, as pre-cum beaded at the tip, and his hand spasmed around Isaac’s length.

He keened the instant skin met skin, his hips jerking forward with increasing patience as his own grip tightened around Summer’s cock. He trembled and arched up, free hand gripping at the boy’s much shorter hair, the fiery locks sliding through his fingers, breath hitching as the arousal increased in the air.

“N-now you know exactly how I feel — not many girls can say that, huh?” He attempted to interject some humour into the conversation, but he could barely focus on anything other than their bodies rutting against each other’s hand, the friction truly delicious.

“Some of it, anyway,” Summer gasped. “Y-you going to teach me all of it?” He wrapped his fingers more tightly around Isaac’s tip, smearing the clear liquid around. Abruptly, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to last the way he could when he was she. “Isaac, I — ” And he came hard, shuddering in Isaac’s grip.

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

Summer threw his head back. “Y-you know what that does to me,” he half-moaned, between clenched teeth. Involuntarily he thrust, dragging his cock through Isaac’s fingers, and whimpered. “Can I — for you, too?”

“Please,” he stated simply and thrust his hips forward, grinding against the other male’s fingers as his own curiously stroked Summer, imitating what he usually did for himself, albeit at a different angle. “Mmmm.”

His hands shook a little as he unbuttoned Isaac’s pants, tugging them down over his hips. He didn’t know why; that part was familiar. He didn’t even know why he’d /asked/. Isaac wasn’t different. Summer closed his eyes, groping, wrapping his palm around Isaac’s cock. He tugged gently, and it was like he flashed back to the transformation, as magic probed within him, pulling, with every stroke drawing his cock longer, thicker, literally out of his body, reshaping his flesh.

He groaned, knees trembling, feeling the way his blood pulsed as Isaac caressed him. The sensitivity was incredible. He could watch as he swelled in Isaac’s hands, as pre-cum beaded at the tip, and his hand spasmed around Isaac’s length.