A sly smile curled the empath’s lips. Chidingly, he said, “You worry too much. After all, I see stars every time I look at you.” He took Isaac’s hand exactly long enough to kiss the knuckles, then darted across the hall and flung himself face-down and flat across the bed.
A brilliant blush stained across his cheeks and he opened and closed his mouth a few times, before padding after his boyfriend and casting his naked body an appreciative glance. “You’re so beautiful, Summer,” he murmured and straddled his thighs, running his hands up and down his back.
A very muffled snort came from the pillows. “I thought the word for men was handsome.” He writhed a little, shivering under Isaac’s gentle touch and the interesting feeling of the bedclothes against his cock.
She opened her mouth to remind him she wasn’t perfect, but his exclamation cut her off. Huffing a brief laugh, she picked it up and wrapped it around his throat and did up the toggles. “There. Now when the pack teases you about scarves you can just pull a long face and say you have to wear it because I made it for you.”
“I don’t care if they tease me — I love it!” He absently stroked the material as it was wrapped around his neck, before angling his head to lock eyes with her, a tender smile tugging at his lips. “I got you a present too … but I didn’t make it because I’m creatively challenged. I hope that’s okay?”
She smiled back, eyes crinkling. “It’s fine! I just made it because I’m poor and making things is cheap.” She tweaked the wrap a bit around his throat.
She preened under the attention and praise, before pushing at his hands a little. “Well, open it! I want to know if you like it.”
“Of course I will if you made it,” he berated her with a crooked smile, opening the wrapping paper with great care, his eyes widening as he finally laid eyes on his present. “Oh, Summer…it’s perfect! Can I wear it right now?”
She opened her mouth to remind him she wasn’t perfect, but his exclamation cut her off. Huffing a brief laugh, she picked it up and wrapped it around his throat and did up the toggles. “There. Now when the pack teases you about scarves you can just pull a long face and say you have to wear it because I made it for you.”
“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 … “
“Yeah, it might be more comfortable for you.” He smiled and pressed a kiss to his rear and then stood up, holding out his hand for Summer to take. “I really do want to make you see stars, you know?”
A sly smile curled the empath’s lips. Chidingly, he said, “You worry too much. After all, I see stars every time I look at you.” He took Isaac’s hand exactly long enough to kiss the knuckles, then darted across the hall and flung himself face-down and flat across the bed.
“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 … “
She drew back a little, frowning at him. “Y-you don’t want it?” Her hand started to tremble a little.
“I do…I just…I can’t remember the last time someone bought me a present…” he whispered, voice thick with emotion as he eyed her adoringly, finally reaching out to take it from her. “Thank you, Summer.”
She ducked her head under his gaze, flushing a little. “I, um, I made it. Actually,” she whispered.
Summer picked up the last box under her little tree, sparkly Christmas green with a bow on top, and held it out to Isaac. There was no name on it. “Happy Christmas, love,” she said softly.
Isaac’s eyes widened and he was rendered speechless, not yet taking the present from her outstretched hand. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, before tilting his head to the side, not comprehending. “I…but I’ve not…it’s been so long…”
She drew back a little, frowning at him. “Y-you don’t want it?” Her hand started to tremble a little.
“I didn’t know what you might get from other people, so it’s a bit … lame,” Summer admitted. She offered the envelope to Stiles, and fidgeted when he took it.
Summer picked up the last box under her little tree, sparkly Christmas green with a bow on top, and held it out to Isaac. There was no name on it. “Happy Christmas, love,” she said softly.
