“Hnnn,” Summer said incoherently. Sensation shot up his spine, first from the bite and then the finger, and he writhed, mostly involuntarily, jamming his hips against the sheets. “D’n’ stop.”
Continuing to press open-mouthed kisses on his skin where his teeth had just been, he ever so slowly pushed that single finger inside, pointedly ignoring his own growing arousal for now. “You have no idea how beautiful you look…”
It felt incredibly strange. Not at all like being penetrated as a girl — but not at all bad, either. Words didn’t go around it. He squirmed again, pressing back, deeply curious to explore the sensation. “More.”
Summer turned his head a little, so he could breathe, and huffed a chuckle. “You say that like I don’t have any idea what it might be like, you dork.”
“Well…I can’t compare, but I’d imagine it’d be a lot different for you this time around,” He playfully bit down onto one cheek before slipping his fingertip inside ever so slowly. “Okay?”
“Hnnn,” Summer said incoherently. Sensation shot up his spine, first from the bite and then the finger, and he writhed, mostly involuntarily, jamming his hips against the sheets. “D’n’ stop.”
He twitched, a jolt up through his body of simultaneous surprise and desire. After a second, he lifted his hips minutely, a sort of silent apology for the abrupt motion.
“Just you wait until I’m inside…I can’t even find the right words to describe how amazing it is,” he breathed out, voice somewhat muffled as he pressed another kiss to his skin, continuing to gently trace his way around the skin.
Summer turned his head a little, so he could breathe, and huffed a chuckle. “You say that like I don’t have any idea what it might be like, you dork.”
He couldn’t swallow that moan, and shifted again, rubbing himself against the bed. “If you ask me that again I’m going to kill you,” he said, slightly breathless. “Assuming I’m not so boneless I can’t move. Then I’ll just get the cat to kill you, later.”
“I’m sure you’ll get me back at some point.” He chuckled and curled his fingers around his hips, effectively pinning him to the bed as he moved down even lower. Pressing a kiss to Summer’s lower spine, he coaxed his legs apart and tenderly traced a fingertip around his entrance.
He twitched, a jolt up through his body of simultaneous surprise and desire. After a second, he lifted his hips minutely, a sort of silent apology for the abrupt motion.
“Mmhmm,” Summer sighed out slowly. Tingles ran over his skin, the fine hairs rising and falling. He shifted against Isaac’s slow hands, trying not to moan with impatience. “You could do this for hours, couldn’t you?” he whispered.
Scooting closer down so that he could press a kiss to each of his boyfriend’s cheeks, he laughed and caressed the insides of his thighs, shifting against his skin. “Oh, I could — but I think you’d end up killing me before that,” he teased and cupped his rear, massaging the flesh in his hands. “Is this okay?”
He couldn’t swallow that moan, and shifted again, rubbing himself against the bed. “If you ask me that again I’m going to kill you,” he said, slightly breathless. “Assuming I’m not so boneless I can’t move. Then I’ll just get the cat to kill you, later.”
A very muffled snort came from the pillows. “I thought the word for men was handsome.” He writhed a little, shivering under Isaac’s gentle touch and the interesting feeling of the bedclothes against his cock.
“Alright, you’re beautiful and handsome, okay?” He sighed dramatically and mapped out the other male’s flesh under his fingers, hands ever so slowly moving lower and lower. “Feels good, huh?”
“Mmhmm,” Summer sighed out slowly. Tingles ran over his skin, the fine hairs rising and falling. He shifted against Isaac’s slow hands, trying not to moan with impatience. “You could do this for hours, couldn’t you?” he whispered.
A sly smile curled the empath’s lips. Chidingly, he said, “You worry too much. After all, I see stars every time I look at you.” He took Isaac’s hand exactly long enough to kiss the knuckles, then darted across the hall and flung himself face-down and flat across the bed.
A brilliant blush stained across his cheeks and he opened and closed his mouth a few times, before padding after his boyfriend and casting his naked body an appreciative glance. “You’re so beautiful, Summer,” he murmured and straddled his thighs, running his hands up and down his back.
A very muffled snort came from the pillows. “I thought the word for men was handsome.” He writhed a little, shivering under Isaac’s gentle touch and the interesting feeling of the bedclothes against his cock.
“Would you rather I laid out on the bed?” Summer murmured. “I suppose if we have to change the sheets we might as well only have to change them once.” He trembled again, and sucked in a breath. “Please, Isaac … “
“Yeah, it might be more comfortable for you.” He smiled and pressed a kiss to his rear and then stood up, holding out his hand for Summer to take. “I really do want to make you see stars, you know?”
A sly smile curled the empath’s lips. Chidingly, he said, “You worry too much. After all, I see stars every time I look at you.” He took Isaac’s hand exactly long enough to kiss the knuckles, then darted across the hall and flung himself face-down and flat across the bed.
“It’s fine, it’s fine,” the empath breathed, trying not to tremble too much. “You’ll know, I promise, you won’t be able to not know, you won’t hurt me.” The words spilled out of his mouth in a babble of sound.
Pressing another kiss to his lower spine, he nodded and resumed his gentle, albeit determined stroking, before he took a deep breath. “Can you…would it be okay if you bent right over the sink? I want to try and stretch you out, if that’s okay?”
“Would you rather I laid out on the bed?” Summer murmured. “I suppose if we have to change the sheets we might as well only have to change them once.” He trembled again, and sucked in a breath. “Please, Isaac … “
Summer shuddered under Isaac’s hands, letting his head drop between his shoulders and closing his eyes. He didn’t want any other distractions from what the werewolf was doing. A low, soft whine came from him, in time with Isaac’s strokes.
“So beautiful,” he cooed softly and pressed another open-mouthed kiss to his lower back, before coaxing his legs apart and tracing in between them, inching higher and higher. “Have you ever done this before? I’m scared I might hurt you…”
“It’s fine, it’s fine,” the empath breathed, trying not to tremble too much. “You’ll know, I promise, you won’t be able to not know, you won’t hurt me.” The words spilled out of his mouth in a babble of sound.