“Don’t need a ring. Just you. Just need you.” She nudged his head up, nipping along his jaw and trying to suck a mark there. Of course it faded, but she tried anyway.
“You’ll always have me, I promise. I want to grow old with you, Summer,” he whispered tenderly, before groaning and arching up into her lips, his fingers sliding down to curl around her hips.
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.
“You won’t stutter,” Summer assured him, trailing kisses along his cheek. She nosed into his hair, making happy noises. “Because you’re perfect and adorable and lovely and mine.”
He beamed brightly at the kisses and tightened his hold around her, eyes shining with amusement and love as he nodded. “Yours. And one day, I’ll be able to get a ring to prove that to you.”
“Don’t need a ring. Just you. Just need you.” She nudged his head up, nipping along his jaw and trying to suck a mark there. Of course it faded, but she tried anyway.
Summer whimpered back, “Mhmm.” It felt a little strange — they’d never really experimented with submissiveness or control like this, but very quickly he found himself melting under the hard thrusts, body accommodating more and more. Entirely involuntary moans and whimpers escaped, no matter how hard he bit his lips.
“Please pleasepleaseplease … ” The empath broke off in a wail as climax exploded up his spine.
Now he understood what Summer had been feeling earlier when Isaac had been the one to bottom. Of course, he and female Summer had done this on plenty of occasions before, but never in this position, and never had he managed to control the other like this — he’d initially been doubtful of it, unsure if he would like dominating him like this, but he was loving it. Rendering the other male into incomprehensible noises, Isaac smirked against his neck and sped up his hips, rocking harshly into him now.
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.
Summer whined, twisting his wrists gently in Isaac’s hold, but there was no way he was going to break a werewolf’s grip — especially not when that werewolf was making love to him. After a moment and a vague growl, though, he submitted to Isaac’s control, relaxing into the sensations.
Biting down gently on the back of Summer’s neck, Isaac sped up his movement until the bed was shaking with each thrust, his hands tightening around the boy’s wrists as he snapped his hips into his body. “S’good, so good…”
Summer whimpered back, “Mhmm.” It felt a little strange — they’d never really experimented with submissiveness or control like this, but very quickly he found himself melting under the hard thrusts, body accommodating more and more. Entirely involuntary moans and whimpers escaped, no matter how hard he bit his lips.
“Please pleasepleaseplease … ” The empath broke off in a wail as climax exploded up his spine.
Her return smile was brilliant, and she tugged him closer, kissing him back and then again, winding her arms around his neck. “When you propose to me you’ll have to do a better job,” she teased, cheeks pink.
“I hope you don’t mind stuttering,” he mumbled against her lips, looking a little worried at the thought of purchasing her ring, for both finding the right one, as well as the cost. Arching up into the kiss, he found his hands in her hair again and he shivered against her.
“You won’t stutter,” Summer assured him, trailing kisses along his cheek. She nosed into his hair, making happy noises. “Because you’re perfect and adorable and lovely and mine.”
The empath was incapable of answering, digging his hands into the bed to try and keep from sliding, and rocking back with as much force. He finally managed to arrange himself where he could get a hand to his own cock and not get shoved onto his face, and whimpered with relief.
“No,” Isaac suddenly stated softly as he realised just what Summer was trying to do, and allowing the other male only a moment of relief, Isaac snaked his hand under his boyfriend’s body to grab at his wrist, pulling it out and pinning both of his arms just inches away from his body. “You’re going to come just from this,” he added on after a moment, gradually speeding up his movements, rocking into him a little harder.
Summer whined, twisting his wrists gently in Isaac’s hold, but there was no way he was going to break a werewolf’s grip — especially not when that werewolf was making love to him. After a moment and a vague growl, though, he submitted to Isaac’s control, relaxing into the sensations.
Summer glanced down, shyly, then back up at him, biting at her lip. She gave tiny little nods, watching him with wide eyes and hopeful eyebrows. “I — I don’t want you to feel rushed,” she said, words tumbling out of her mouth. “Or, or pressured or anything, you’re still in high school and I’m only in college and we’re not old enough but maybe, you know, in the future, if you still wanted to be with me … “
“I just…I’ve never planned that far ahead, I never imagined that…” His breath hitched, and his smile only widened further at her babbling, leaning in to kiss her sweetly on the lips. “I love you, Summer, and nothing would make me happier than spending our lives and futures together. I’ll always want to be with you, okay?”
Her return smile was brilliant, and she tugged him closer, kissing him back and then again, winding her arms around his neck. “When you propose to me you’ll have to do a better job,” she teased, cheeks pink.
All Summer could do at that point was make various noises indicative of pleasure. “We’re — we’re doing this again when — ngh — god Isaac — when I’m female … ” he managed to force out, between whimpers, rocking back in tune with the werewolf’s rhythm.
“H-how…do…you mean?” he gasped out and buried his head in the back of Summer’s neck, panting harshly as he ever so slowly sped up, keeping one arm locked tightly around his boyfriend’s waist.
The empath was incapable of answering, digging his hands into the bed to try and keep from sliding, and rocking back with as much force. He finally managed to arrange himself where he could get a hand to his own cock and not get shoved onto his face, and whimpered with relief.
She kept her ankles wrapped around his hips, eyes laughing up at him as he laid her back into the puddle of her hair. “I love you,” she replied. “So much.” She threw her arms to the sides as if to demonstrate how much. “I promise, every year it will get better. Imagine playing Santa Claus for little children. Imagine having our big family over for dinner, and playing in the snow … “
Angling his hips so that her legs wouldn’t fall from around him, Isaac smiled widely and lost himself in her eyes, before a surprised, yet delighted expression flickered across his face. “Children?” he questioned softly, shifting gently against her, one hand cupping at the back of her neck as the other lovingly caressed her stomach. “Our children?”
Summer glanced down, shyly, then back up at him, biting at her lip. She gave tiny little nods, watching him with wide eyes and hopeful eyebrows. “I — I don’t want you to feel rushed,” she said, words tumbling out of her mouth. “Or, or pressured or anything, you’re still in high school and I’m only in college and we’re not old enough but maybe, you know, in the future, if you still wanted to be with me … “
“Every Christmas will be better than the last … ” She shivered slightly under his mouth, leaning back on her hands, hair pooling on the floor. The fire popped, and she grinned. “Are you going to make love to me in front of the fire, babe?”
“I don’t know how we can top this … I can’t remember the last time I enjoyed Christmas,” he teased and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to each breast, his fingers curling around her hips as he nodded. “I’d like that, Summer,” he conceded and lowered her to the ground to hover above her, eyeing her fondly. “I love you.”
She kept her ankles wrapped around his hips, eyes laughing up at him as he laid her back into the puddle of her hair. “I love you,” she replied. “So much.” She threw her arms to the sides as if to demonstrate how much. “I promise, every year it will get better. Imagine playing Santa Claus for little children. Imagine having our big family over for dinner, and playing in the snow … “