“I kick in my sleep,” Emmett mumbled, dropping his face into his pillow.
He hadn’t woken from any kicks, but from the looks of it, he’d held onto Emmett pretty tight. He’d woken when the others returned late last night and gone to ask if there was any news, but one look at their somber faces and he’d known they were no closer to figuring out what was going on. He so wished he could tell Emmett he was safe, that he didn’t have to worry anymore.
He reached for Emmett, running his fingertips along his shoulder blade, down the soft skin of his back, loving the catch in Emmett’s breath. He leaned down, putting his lips on the side of Emmett’s neck, kissing his way down to his shoulder.
Emmett groaned and turned onto his back, looking up at Wilder with those big, beautiful eyes that always regarded him with a reverence he wasn’t sure he deserved.
“You OK?”he signed, watching Emmett’s expression carefully.
Emmett nodded, lips parted on a heavy breath. He reached for his CIs on the nightstand. He put them on and turned back to Wilder, eyes roaming over his chest, then further down.
“You don’t have to.”
A smile tugged at Emmett’s lips as he met Wilder’s gaze. “I know. I want to hear you.”
Fuck.
Need coursed through him, making him itch to put his hands back on Emmett. To touch every damned inch of the man. He’d never been with someone who could undo him the way Emmett did?so fucking effortlessly. Emmett didn’t even mean to, and that only made Wilder want him that much more.
Muffled sounds from the living room had Emmett’s gaze snapping to the door as he rolled onto his side. He wrapped an arm around Emmett’s waist, fingers skipping over soft, warm skin. He leaned down to press a kiss to Emmett’s shoulder, committing the sound of Emmett’s soft inhale to memory. He fucking loved that sound. Every sound Emmett made, really.
“It’s just Ezra. They’re all out on a run,” he said, kissing a path up the side of Emmett’s neck. “Miles is at work.”
Emmett hummed, his breath catching when Wilder moved his hand down, fingers brushing along the top of his thigh.
“Wilder,” Emmett breathed, head falling back against his shoulder.
“What do you want?”
“Everything.”
The answer started a fire inside him, burning through every nerve ending until he could barely breathe. He slid his hand across Emmett’s stomach, finding him already hard for him. He wrapped his hand around Emmett’s cock, stroking languidly while he skimmed his teeth over the shell of Emmett’s ear.
Emmett moaned and bucked into his hand, precome making his strokes easier. He slowed his movements, running his thumbover the head on every upstroke. He was in full control until Emmett pushed his ass back against him, sliding his cock right between those divine cheeks. A groan escaped him, and he released Emmett’s cock to grab him by the hip, holding him still while he thrust against him. Sliding between those cheeks felt amazing. Fuck. He needed inside Emmett.
“That what you want?” he groaned into the crook of Emmett’s neck, voice rough with the lust burning inside him.
“Yes,” Emmett gasped out. “Please.”
Was he trying to kill him? Make him snap? He was pretty damned close to succeeding. Fuck!
He pulled back, throwing the covers off them because fuck that. He wanted to see Emmett. He wanted to see all of that glorious body. He slid between Emmett’s legs, looking down at his body, taking in that flushed pale skin. Mapping out every birthmark, every freckle, and that barely-there blond hair trailing under his navel.
“Fuck,”he hissed, the fingers wrapping around his cock making his hips punch forward.
Emmett’s sly grin made him wrench that hand off him so he could grab Emmett by the backs of his knees, jerking him down the bed until he was flat on his back, and then he pushed those knees apart to look at him. His cock was long and hard, his thighs covered in dark blonde hair. Every damned part of Emmett was gorgeous. Downright perfect. So fucking perfect.
He didn’t hesitate to suck two fingers into his mouth, getting them wet before slipping them into the groove of those cheeks he wanted to bite into. He might do that later. Right now, he needed Emmett writhing and begging for him.
A low moan came from Emmett, and Wilder snapped his gaze up just in time to catch the moment he slid one finger inside Emmett, his plump pink lips parting on a choked breath, blueeyes widening for a moment before Emmett threw his head back with a breathless groan.
Emmett clenched tight around Wilder’s finger, drawing him in further while he cursed under his breath, gaze dropping to watch as he got Emmett ready for him.
He added a finger, Emmett pushing back against him to speed him up. He never wanted to hurt Emmett, but he trusted him enough to take his cues from him, so when he had three fingers pumping easily in and out of Emmett and he was begging for more, he was ready to replace those fingers with his cock.
Emmett whimpered, lashes fluttering as he looked up at Wilder with nothing but carnal need in his eyes, cock leaking onto his stomach, body pliant and waiting for him.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Emmett,” he said, hearing the absolute awe in his own voice. There was no getting around that. Not when Emmett looked up at him with those brilliant blue eyes, like he wasn’t even sure Wilder was real.
