“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 … “
“This whole space is mine. They will not — ” She shook her head, mouth brushing against his skin. Limb by limb, she unwound herself from him, flesh pebbling in the chill of the room as she pulled away from his warmth. “It’s not far. Come.”
Part of him was excited, exhilarated at the thought of running down the hallways with her and without a stitch of clothing on, and he nodded, jumping to his feet and wavering only a little as he stretched. Holding out his hand and slipping it into hers, he took a deep breath and eyed her playfully, rising to the challenge.
His eagerness made her laugh. “It’s really not far.” She let him pull her up, then tugged him by the hand through the near-darkness to a curtained alcove next to the fireplace. Brushing the curtains back, she revealed another, smaller room, mostly filled with bed. A heavy wooden door appeared to lead outside, and a small fireplace shared the chimney with the other room, lending this one a slight warmth.
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.
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.
Maybe it was the fact that they’d been so long apart. Maybe it was knowing that they couldn’t be parted again. Whatever it was, there was something in the way he made love to her, fierce and tender, somehow both possessive and yielding, that made her burn. Between kisses she named him over and over again, tracing every part of him with her hands.
It hadn’t been too long in all honesty, but his mind and body disagreed, relearning how to move against Summer’s, eagerly drinking in her moans and returning her kisses with an almost feverish passion. He never wanted this moment to end, and as he continued to make love to her in front of the fireplace, he couldn’t even tear his eyes away from her own, her name constantly on his lips.
They loved each other for hours as the fire slowly died down, leaving the room in dimming shadows. At some point they undressed each other, Summer slowly peeling him out of shirt and trousers, Isaac reverently removing her dress. He took her again atop the heap of her skirts while she kissed every inch of exposed skin she could reach.
He taught her how to use her mouth for him in other ways, until he was near incoherent with desire, then gently held her flat and reciprocated until she pleaded for mercy. There was no part of the other each did not touch, or kiss, or caress, until they curled in a weary heap before the faded embers.
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.
Derek was just walking by when Summer’s body pressed into his, going back against the wall with a confused expression. He was surprised by the kiss, though he could smell her attraction to him sometimes, it’s not like there wasn’t some toward her either. He just didn’t expect that. Though it didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy it. He watched her walk a few steps before striding out and catching her wrist gently, pulling her back and spinning her, kissing her again.
She shaped his name, though no sound came, much as she wanted it to. She had no idea what he’d found, but it shot sparks through her body, and she felt like she might explode.
And then she did.
Everything whited out for a second, and she squeezed her eyes shut, fingers closing and flexing against Derek’s skin. She shuddered in his hands.
Derek felt her whole body tighten under and around him and he didn’t stop working his fingers in her and rubbing over her clit. He gently eased off her clit a moment later though his fingers stayed slow and gentle in her and eventually stopped. He didn’t want to overwhelm her. He waited for her to come back, pressing gentle kisses to her collar.
After what seemed a long, long time, she opened her eyes to Derek’s soft kisses. Intermittent trembles still shook her body, but her mouth curved in a smile, soft at first then widening. Every part of her body felt limp. She wasn’t entirely sure what he’d just done to her, but it had been amazing. Languidly, she ran one hand down his back, and brushed the fading memory of the way she’d just felt to his mind.
She cried out his name, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. For every thrust she rose to meet him, equally wrapping her legs around his hips. Dipping her head, she sought his mouth fiercely.
Drunk on the sounds spilling from her parted lips, he leaned down to slam their mouths together in a hungry, passionate kiss, hips easily moving against hers. Losing himself in her gaze, he made love to her on the rug in front of the fireplace, never wanting this moment to end.
Maybe it was the fact that they’d been so long apart. Maybe it was knowing that they couldn’t be parted again. Whatever it was, there was something in the way he made love to her, fierce and tender, somehow both possessive and yielding, that made her burn. Between kisses she named him over and over again, tracing every part of him with her hands.
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.