Summer exaggerated his expression even more, eyebrows rising and biting at his lip. “Yes?”
“You’re going to make me want to take you again and you have to be sore…I…oh, Summer…” He clenched his jaw and whimpered, lowering his head as the wolf took over and his claws elongated, scratching at the bed-sheets. “I can’t control it right now…”
“Isaac!” Summer reached out and grabbed his hands, heedless of the claws. “Shhh. Don’t do that.” He bit his tongue on the next thought — I will fight you if you force me, especially like this. Reaching up, he cupped Isaac’s cheek. “No more right now. I’ll stop teasing you. Anyway I’m hungry,” he offered a smile, “and I can’t eat you.”
The redhead widened his eyes, a transparent expression of innocence crossing his face. “Noooo … it must be pretty good for you to look like /that/ though.”
He whimpered and focused every bit of self-restraint on not wolfing out then, eyes flashing between their usual blue and the golden yellow. “S-Summer…” he whispered in a playful warning tone, licking at his lips.
Summer exaggerated his expression even more, eyebrows rising and biting at his lip. “Yes?”
“Oh, you guess! Well. If you aren’t sure, I don’t know … maybe we need to find out how to make you sure.” Summer stretched out, arching and curving his body deliberately.
Isaac stilled, licking at his parted lips as his breath hitched, nostrils quivering as he inhaled the other male’s scent, a low whine escaping him. “Do you have any idea how good you look right now…?” he breathed out huskily, trying not to get aroused again and failing rather spectacularly.
The redhead widened his eyes, a transparent expression of innocence crossing his face. “Noooo … it must be pretty good for you to look like /that/ though.”
“Only if you promise not to tease me again,” Summer murmured wickedly. “Another session like that might kill me. I can’t keep up with your stamina.”
“I’m sure I should be able to restrain myself,” he teased with a crooked smile and leaned down to kiss him on the lips, his entire expression softening as he chuckled. “Yeah? I just can’t help it, when I’m around you, I guess?”
“Oh, you guess! Well. If you aren’t sure, I don’t know … maybe we need to find out how to make you sure.” Summer stretched out, arching and curving his body deliberately.
They lay there blissed out for some time, drowning in the afterglow. Occasionally Summer would whisper Isaac’s name, or some faint curse. At last the chill of the air on their bare skin made the redhead start to shiver, despite the fact that he was half under very warm werewolf.
He’d never felt more comfortable, more sated, and he absently splayed his hands around the curve of Summer’s rear, healing any injuries he’d inflicted on his boyfriend throughout the duration of their passionate love-making. Feeling the other male shiver beneath him, he leaned up on his elbows and glanced down, tilting his head to the side. “Do you want to shower with me to warm up?”
“Only if you promise not to tease me again,” Summer murmured wickedly. “Another session like that might kill me. I can’t keep up with your stamina.”
Utterly ignoring the way his body felt, Summer wrapped his arms, with some difficulty, around Isaac, and locked their mouths together. He whimpered slightly, desperate to show the werewolf how much he loved him.
Mewling and falling against his boyfriend’s chest as he was held, Isaac slid his hands under Summer’s back to gently crush him against his chest, shivering into the passionate kiss. He was content to just lay here forever with the other male.
They lay there blissed out for some time, drowning in the afterglow. Occasionally Summer would whisper Isaac’s name, or some faint curse. At last the chill of the air on their bare skin made the redhead start to shiver, despite the fact that he was half under very warm werewolf.
“Ah god … ” Summer blurted, jerking helplessly back against Isaac, shocked by the sense of warmth, by the familiarity of it. He wanted desperately to kiss the werewolf, but his wrists were still gripped tight. “Please, Isaac, please, I want to touch you, please,” he begged, babbled rather.
Hearing his boyfriend’s hoarse pleas, Isaac nodded weakly and took a deep breath, before gradually pulling out of Summer’s body and turning the other male over onto his back. Curling up beside him, he sniffed at the other’s neck and rumbled with contentment as he could smell himself enveloping the male, before he leaned up to press their lips together, still panting.
Utterly ignoring the way his body felt, Summer wrapped his arms, with some difficulty, around Isaac, and locked their mouths together. He whimpered slightly, desperate to show the werewolf how much he loved him.
Summer’s moaning took on the faintest edge of pain as Isaac continued. He attempted to buck against the bite, pinned under the werewolf’s weight, but he really wasn’t fighting that hard — despite the sharp edge of pleasure/pain he was riding, it was impossible for the empath to resist the sheer pleasure his boyfriend was putting off.
Sensing the slight pain emitting from his boyfriend, Isaac let out a little whine and splayed his hand across Summer’s stomach, healing him even as he continued to rock into his body. He was so close, and as he hungrily drank in the delicious sounds of the other male moaning, it wasn’t very long at all before his release took over, causing him to shake and growl against Summer, vision blurring as he ground against his rear.
“Ah god … ” Summer blurted, jerking helplessly back against Isaac, shocked by the sense of warmth, by the familiarity of it. He wanted desperately to kiss the werewolf, but his wrists were still gripped tight. “Please, Isaac, please, I want to touch you, please,” he begged, babbled rather.
Now he struggled a bit, wanting the room to rock more. But Isaac held him fast, using him. He could kick his feet, and that was about all. “God you’re so … ” He couldn’t decide which word he wanted, with Isaac driving pleasure into his body every second.
“Mmm,” he responded, that single word slurred with lust as he near enough pounded into the other male, so close to the edge but he wanted to prolong it for a bit, drive Summer mad with the over-stimulation and over-sensitivity. He bit down gently on his neck, licking at the faint indent as he held tight to his body, the sound of skin hitting against skin echoing around the room.
Summer’s moaning took on the faintest edge of pain as Isaac continued. He attempted to buck against the bite, pinned under the werewolf’s weight, but he really wasn’t fighting that hard — despite the sharp edge of pleasure/pain he was riding, it was impossible for the empath to resist the sheer pleasure his boyfriend was putting off.
They made love slowly by the fire, whispering sweet promises among the kisses and moans. Summer dragged her nails down his back, leaving marks that healed in minutes, and whimpered his name every time she came. At last they lay tangled together, damp with sweat and smiling at each other like idiots.
Their bodies moved together in a way that only lovers could, they knew each spot to make the other shiver and they pressed close to one another, his body contorting as her nails left temporary indents into his back. Soon they lay there, sated and exhausted and happy, his fingers carding through her sweaty locks as he gazed at her, still panting slightly, “I love you, Summer.”