Stiles licked his lips a couple of times and put his arms up in submission. He could have used his strength on her, but Stiles was terrified that he would hurt her. She’d effectively had him pinned to a wall, but he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to handle this situation. This woman was nuts! Stiles would have to start wearing a repellent or something. Course, Stiles was also unaware of he reason as to why she was currently throwing herself at him.
“Woah! Woah, woah lady! Seriously? Oh my god, you’re touching my dick. You’ve got to stop that right now,” Stiles stammered.
“Please, Stiles,” Summer moaned. Maybe if she touched him enough he would understand. “I just really need you, right now. Please.” She pressed herself closer. “You understand, right? Just take care of me.”
The redhead bit his tongue on his equally instant response — like he would tell Isaac he was hurting him. The pain would pass, for one thing, and for another then they’d be wasting time soothing Isaac for something he hadn’t meant to do.
Anyway there was so much lube and Isaac had been so careful, there wasn’t any pain, just a vague strangeness. It really wasn’t at all like being a girl … and then his eyes rounded as Isaac bottomed out. Nope, not like a girl at all!
It was even tighter than when Summer was a girl and he was inside of her, but he loved this just as much, probably because it was a relatively new sensation. Pressing a kiss to the back of his boyfriend’s neck as he stilled inside of him, he waited patiently, wrapping one arm around the other male’s waist as the other splayed out beside them on the bed. “S’good, Summer…”
The empath shuddered slightly, making a deep moan at the warmth of Isaac’s hand. “C’mon c’mon …” he whimpered.
With a contented little sigh, she swung her leg across him, holding him steady so she could slide down, and knelt there.
Trembling with anticipation as she practically pinned him to the bed, Isaac lay still and gazed down at her with awe, toes curling with pleasure. “Close, Summer…”
She leaned down, hair falling around their faces, and kissed him slowly. “Take what you want, then.”
“I’m — ooohhhh.” Summer cut himself off on a low moan, rocking harder and grinding down into the bed before shifting his hips back. “God if you don’t take me — “
Kissing his way down his boyfriend’s back, he finally removed his fingers and gazed down for a moment, trying to calm down. “Okay…you have to let me know if it hurts or anything, okay?” He stated instantly, before ever so slowly pushing his way inside Summer’s body, grunting at the sensation.
The redhead bit his tongue on his equally instant response — like he would tell Isaac he was hurting him. The pain would pass, for one thing, and for another then they’d be wasting time soothing Isaac for something he hadn’t meant to do.
Anyway there was so much lube and Isaac had been so careful, there wasn’t any pain, just a vague strangeness. It really wasn’t at all like being a girl … and then his eyes rounded as Isaac bottomed out. Nope, not like a girl at all!
“Please what?” Her voice was a mere whisper, perfectly suited to the dimness and quiet of the room. The firelight cast shifting shadows over the two of them, entwined in the bed. Almost idly, she dipped her head, licking at him, tongue swirling close to his cock.
“Don’t stop!” he protested hoarsely and clenched his hands tightly in the bed-sheets, hips rocking minutely as he silenced his protests, eyes widening with anticipation as she leaned down again. Watching with wonderment, his breath hitched as her tongue moved across him and he hardened further, arching up off of the bed slightly.
With a contented little sigh, she swung her leg across him, holding him steady so she could slide down, and knelt there.
She laughed softly, exploring and caressing. “Make that sound again,” she commanded.
“Oh!” he echoed helplessly, legs twitching as his body trembled at her fingers ghosting across his skin, goosebumps rising up as her lips passed by. “Please!”
“Please what?” Her voice was a mere whisper, perfectly suited to the dimness and quiet of the room. The firelight cast shifting shadows over the two of them, entwined in the bed. Almost idly, she dipped her head, licking at him, tongue swirling close to his cock.
“Could feel better,” the redhead hinted, still rocking back and forth.
“You’re not supposed to be sassy right now, you’re supposed to be speechless,” Isaac pouted and immediately added a third finger, resuming his thrusting as he tried to render the other male into an incomprehensible puddle of pleasure.
“I’m — ooohhhh.” Summer cut himself off on a low moan, rocking harder and grinding down into the bed before shifting his hips back. “God if you don’t take me — “
Another choked laugh, coupled with heavy breathing, and Summer gasped, “M-might have some idea. More?”
Smiling and biting down playfully into his boyfriend’s cheek, he added another finger and sped up his thrusting, watching the other male’s body with awe. “You feel so good…”
“Could feel better,” the redhead hinted, still rocking back and forth.
The redhead choked on a laugh, rocking harder. He had to turn his face away from the pillow again, just to breathe, and glanced over his shoulder at Isaac’s face. “F-feels /so/ good,” he managed.
“Yeah? You have no idea how gorgeous you look right now,” he observed and twisted his fingers inside of Summer’s receptive body, thrusting and curling them as he tried to loosen him further. “Another one?”
Another choked laugh, coupled with heavy breathing, and Summer gasped, “M-might have some idea. More?”
“Th-think you might be a better judge of th—ahhh … ” Something /changed/. Once again, words didn’t go around it well, but Isaac’s touch stopped feeling vaguely like an intrusion where it shouldn’t be and much more desirable. Maybe it was relaxation. Summer had no idea. He turned his face back into the pillow, starting to rock, back and forth. “D’n’t st’p.”
“I’ve only ever had this done once to me, and it was perfect, so I want to do the same for you,” he murmured, eyes crinkling with delight as Summer’s comments were interrupted by his moans, and he continued thrusting that single finger in and out of his body. Nodding then and encouraged by his boyfriend’s moans, he slowly began to insert a second finger, gently scissoring inside of him.
The redhead choked on a laugh, rocking harder. He had to turn his face away from the pillow again, just to breathe, and glanced over his shoulder at Isaac’s face. “F-feels /so/ good,” he managed.
