The redhead in question made a disgusted face. “I totally disagree. Look, my pudge is gone!” He poked his belly. “I don’t have a six-pack, but my pudge is gone. And these eyebrows look way better on a male face. Girls shouldn’t have eyebrows like young hedges.”
Isaac scowled and moved behind him, splaying his hands out across his stomach. “Don’t be ridiculous — female you never had pudge, and even if you…she…did, I’d still love you…her…all the same,” Isaac refuted and nuzzled at his neck, before sighing and locking eyes with his boyfriend’s reflection. “Will you believe me if I say you’re my kind of perfect?”
Summer pretended to consider it for a moment, before trying to pass off his answer as casual. “Yes, of course.” He leaned back into Isaac’s grip, sighing pleasantly. “I love the way you touch me.”
“Drying your hair,” he said, and proceeded to scrub the towel over Isaac’s head furiously, making the curls stick out everywhere. Grinned, he pulled the towel back and wrapped it primly about his own waist, before standing in front of the mirror and eyeing himself critically.
“Why am I so much better-looking as a guy than a girl?!”
Isaac beamed and closed his eyes, his entire body wriggling as his hair was towel-dried, and as Summer pulled away, he tried to tame his own unruly locks, before his jaw dropped and he gazed at him. “You’re gorgeous no matter your gender, Summer!”
The redhead in question made a disgusted face. “I totally disagree. Look, my pudge is gone!” He poked his belly. “I don’t have a six-pack, but my pudge is gone. And these eyebrows look way better on a male face. Girls shouldn’t have eyebrows like young hedges.”
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.
Completely surprised, she managed to make a pleased, interrogatory sound. One hand flew to her throat, before her skin shivered under his mouth, and she planted her hands against the bed to arch her back into his touch.
Derek let out a soft, pleased growl at her actions, kissing around her ribs and the soft under curve of her breasts. His hands slid from her sides down to her hips, thumbs caressing the little jut where her bones sat prominent at her hips.
Just as she’d done before, she bared her throat to him, and reached to push his hands downward. She craved his touch, and he was so close to where she wanted it most — even if she didn’t know why.
“Oh, good.” Summer pulled the towel over their heads, grinning at Isaac in the dimness.
“…What are you doing…?” He questioned and peered over at him, a smile tugging at his lips as he locked eyes with Summer.
“Drying your hair,” he said, and proceeded to scrub the towel over Isaac’s head furiously, making the curls stick out everywhere. Grinned, he pulled the towel back and wrapped it primly about his own waist, before standing in front of the mirror and eyeing himself critically.
“Why am I so much better-looking as a guy than a girl?!”
“But I’m cold,” Summer whined, giving an exaggerated shiver. “You don’t want me to freeze, do you?”
He sighed, conceding with a nod as he turned around to grab the towel, padding naked across the bathroom floor as he wrapped it around his boyfriend’s shoulders.
Summer linked his arms around Isaac’s neck, smiling sweetly. “Will you keep me warm, baby?” he cooed.
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 shivered slightly, making the smallest sound of pleasure, and kissed him back, more fiercely. Rocking on top of him, she yearned for more, but wasn’t sure what more /was/. After a moment, she slid off sideways into his hand, groping down his body.
Derek kissed her slowly and grinned against her lips as she rocked. When she slid to the side, he followed, pressing her gently into the bed as he positioned his knees between her thighs, spreading them apart slowly as he shuffled, kissing down her chest.
Completely surprised, she managed to make a pleased, interrogatory sound. One hand flew to her throat, before her skin shivered under his mouth, and she planted her hands against the bed to arch her back into his touch.
Eyes still narrow, huffing to himself, the redhead turned the water off. He wrapped the curtain around himself, partly for effect himself, and mock-glared at Isaac. “You,” he said haughtily, “are the most incorrigible werewolf I’ve ever met. Give me a towel.”
Isaac snorted with laughter and cast the other male’s now partially covered body an appreciative glance, reaching out to give a playful tug to the corner of the curtain. ”Maybe I don’t want to give you a towel — maybe I want you to stay just like this.”
“But I’m cold,” Summer whined, giving an exaggerated shiver. “You don’t want me to freeze, do you?”
Narrowing his eyes, Summer scrabbled at the showerhead, yanking it off the hook and aiming it directly at Isaac. “You ass. Out! Out!”
He shrieked, more for the effect rather than anything else, before jumping out of the shower, still laughing away to himself. “That was brilliant!”
Eyes still narrow, huffing to himself, the redhead turned the water off. He wrapped the curtain around himself, partly for effect himself, and mock-glared at Isaac. “You,” he said haughtily, “are the most incorrigible werewolf I’ve ever met. Give me a towel.”
He was too busy tangling his tongue with Isaac’s to respond to the werewolf’s equally less-than-subtle provocation, and just pulled his hands back to hold Isaac’s hips still.
And then the showerhead spat out cold water, instead of hot, and Summer yelped, jerking away from the spray. “Holy shit!”
He let out a soft whine and pushed his hips into Summer’s hands instead, fingers tangling in the damp hair curling around the nape of his boyfriend’s neck as he deepened the kiss.
But then, he pulled back and doubled over, clutching at his sides as he burst into hysterical laughter, smirking over at him.
Narrowing his eyes, Summer scrabbled at the showerhead, yanking it off the hook and aiming it directly at Isaac. “You ass. Out! Out!”