For answer, the redhead leaned over the counter, letting Isaac’s hair go and bracing both arms on the formica. He spread his legs a little for balance and grinned over his shoulder at Isaac. “Come on, then, tease.” There was a jagged break in the words, formed from need and desire and the synergy between them.
“You have to let me know what you’re okay with…” He countered and gazed up at him dubiously, a wide grin splitting his face almost instantly as he leaned to press a kiss to each of his boyfriend’s chest. Tightening his hold around his length, he used his other hand to caress the other male’s rear, moaning aloud at the erotic sight of his boyfriend standing before him like this.
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.
“Anything, god, please,” Summer begged, helplessly shoving back against Isaac every time the werewolf bit him. This was not the result of whatever spell had reshaped him; this was empathy and desire, pure and simple and unstoppable. His cock throbbed, his neck throbbed where he’d been bitten (though he could see that skin hadn’t been broken). “God you’re cruel,” he whimpered.
“Mmm, call me Isaac,” he teased him with a laugh heavy in his words, continuing to stroke the other off as he moved lower and lower behind him, dropping to his knees and pressing an open-mouthed, messy kiss to the slight curve of his rear. He stilled completely then, still holding Summer in his hand as he gazed up at him, awaiting his permission. “Can I?”
For answer, the redhead leaned over the counter, letting Isaac’s hair go and bracing both arms on the formica. He spread his legs a little for balance and grinned over his shoulder at Isaac. “Come on, then, tease.” There was a jagged break in the words, formed from need and desire and the synergy between them.
Summer made an incoherent sound compounded of pleasure and effort as he took more of Isaac’s weight. He had to plant his free hand against the counter, eyes slipping shut again, to hold them both up. “Fuck, Isaac,” he breathed, and fisted his hand in the werewolf’s hair. The problem, if it could be called that, with opening up a link between them was that the emotions bounced back and forth, heightening and intensifying with each pass.
“Mmm, we already did that earlier, I thought it was my turn to take you…” he murmured huskily and bit down on his earlobe, neck and shoulder, glancing over to their reflections as he continued to shamelessly rut against his boyfriend’s rear. “What do you want me to do to you, Summer?”
“Anything, god, please,” Summer begged, helplessly shoving back against Isaac every time the werewolf bit him. This was not the result of whatever spell had reshaped him; this was empathy and desire, pure and simple and unstoppable. His cock throbbed, his neck throbbed where he’d been bitten (though he could see that skin hadn’t been broken). “God you’re cruel,” he whimpered.
The redhead managed to smile, slyly, and reached behind to run one hand into Isaac’s curls. “Let me — mmmh — share that with you.” He shifted against the werewolf and passed the feelings and sensations back into him.
Isaac’s legs buckled and he slumped slightly against Summer at the caresses, humming as he mouthed hotly as his neck, pushing his head into his boyfriend’s hands. “O-oh…” He grunted and ground his hips against the other male’s lower back, the friction causing pleasure to spark through him.
Summer made an incoherent sound compounded of pleasure and effort as he took more of Isaac’s weight. He had to plant his free hand against the counter, eyes slipping shut again, to hold them both up. “Fuck, Isaac,” he breathed, and fisted his hand in the werewolf’s hair. The problem, if it could be called that, with opening up a link between them was that the emotions bounced back and forth, heightening and intensifying with each pass.
Summer jerked, not away but a whole body twitch against Isaac, and made an incoherent, affirmative sort of sound. “I th-think if you don’t stop what you’re doing now I’ll already be seeing stars … ?” he stammered.
“Maybe I want it to happen more than once,” he stated simply and licked across the faint indents in his neck, curling and twisting his fist as he sped up his strokes, their eyes locking in the mirror. “Mmmm, I love making you feel good, Summer.”
The redhead managed to smile, slyly, and reached behind to run one hand into Isaac’s curls. “Let me — mmmh — share that with you.” He shifted against the werewolf and passed the feelings and sensations back into him.
He had to brace his hands again, against the counter, and rocked himself back against Isaac. “I could be the bottom this time?” he whispered, and fumbled at the towel, pushing it away.
Shamelessly rutting against him now, he scraped his teeth along his neck and shoulder, smiling as their reflections locked in the mirror. “I’d like that — I want to make you see stars this time, Summer,” he hummed and eyed up his now naked body with an appreciative glance as he continued to stroke him off.
Summer jerked, not away but a whole body twitch against Isaac, and made an incoherent, affirmative sort of sound. “I th-think if you don’t stop what you’re doing now I’ll already be seeing stars … ?” he stammered.
“Do you want … ” Summer hesitated, caught between embarrassment and Isaac’s hands urging him on. Instead he wiggled his ass against the werewolf’s hard-on, trying to suggest without actually saying.
“Do I want…?” He prompted with an encouraging sigh, shifting to slowly, teasingly grind against the other male’s rear, his hand speeding up on the other male’s length. “Tell me what you want, Summer.”
He had to brace his hands again, against the counter, and rocked himself back against Isaac. “I could be the bottom this time?” he whispered, and fumbled at the towel, pushing it away.
Being bitten made him buck, coupled with a sharp moan. After only a few hours it was no longer so strange to feel the blood rushing southward. He dragged his eyes open to watch in the mirror as Isaac worked his skin over, shivering slightly at the sight. “You’re so fucking hot,” he rasped, gaze shifting to his cock, rising and lengthening under the werewolf’s ministrations. That still brought flashbacks to the magic, phantom hands shaping a wholly new part of his body with intense pleasure.
“Says the one making the noises guaranteed to make me go hard instantly,” he murmured and pressed his hips against the other’s rear, shifting to show Summer just how aroused he truly was. Smiling against his skin, he flicked his tongue out to lap at the faint bruise that would eventually form, and he smirked as the towel tented out from his actions. Sliding his hand down under it, he took the other male in his hand and lazily began to stroke him. “Feels good?”
“Do you want … ” Summer hesitated, caught between embarrassment and Isaac’s hands urging him on. Instead he wiggled his ass against the werewolf’s hard-on, trying to suggest without actually saying.
“We didn’t change the sheets yet,” he said reluctantly, head tipping back to bare more of his throat to the werewolf. But Isaac’s mouth against his skin overwhelmed his reservations, like usual, and he closed his eyes to whisper, “don’t stop.”
He shivered against the other male and plastered his chest to his back, one hand inching its way down Summer’s abdomen as the other absently played with his hair. “Mine,” he breathed out just as he sank his teeth into his boyfriend’s neck, sucking a light bruise into the pale flesh.
Being bitten made him buck, coupled with a sharp moan. After only a few hours it was no longer so strange to feel the blood rushing southward. He dragged his eyes open to watch in the mirror as Isaac worked his skin over, shivering slightly at the sight. “You’re so fucking hot,” he rasped, gaze shifting to his cock, rising and lengthening under the werewolf’s ministrations. That still brought flashbacks to the magic, phantom hands shaping a wholly new part of his body with intense pleasure.
The empath shivered under Isaac’s mouth. “That spot hasn’t changed,” he murmured. “Do that again and I’m not responsible for the consequences.”
“You do realise that that just encourages me, right?” Isaac laughed into his skin and pressed another kiss there, locking his arms around his boyfriend’s waist.
“We didn’t change the sheets yet,” he said reluctantly, head tipping back to bare more of his throat to the werewolf. But Isaac’s mouth against his skin overwhelmed his reservations, like usual, and he closed his eyes to whisper, “don’t stop.”