He was the one who still didn’t understand why someone as brilliant, kind, and loving as Emmett even bothered to look at him twice. Least of all, take him into his bed. He wanted to show Emmett exactly how gorgeous and deserving he thought he was.
He leaned over the bed to wrench open the drawer in his nightstand, quickly finding a condom packet and pulling back to rip it open. He didn’t waste any time rolling it down his hard length, biting his lip at how sensitive he was, especially with the piercings. He glanced up, finding Emmett’s gaze on his hands and cock, that flush in his cheeks nearly undoing him. He reached for the lube, covering his cock and trying not to come when Emmett’s tongue poked out to lick his lips, eyes trained on Wilder’s cock.
He dropped down next to Emmett and tugged him into his lap. He needed Emmett on top. He needed Emmett to see him, to know what Emmett was thinking, what he wanted. Mostimportantly, he needed Emmett to see just how fucking muchhewanted him.
He caught a glimpse of flushed cheeks before a fist wrapped around his cock and drew his attention between them to watch as Emmett guided him inside that tight heat he never wanted to leave.
“Oh, fuck,” Emmett hissed, head falling back on his shoulders as he took Wilder inside him. He ran his hands up Emmett’s sides, loving the way he arched into his touch. Emmett’s hands rested on his chest as he took his cock in short, slow movements. Emmett’s small gasps tore at his control, fraying it with rapid speed. He needed more of that. He needed to hear Emmett scream his fucking name.
He planted his feet on the mattress, hands finding Emmett’s hips, digging in as he looked his fill of the man, gaze running over that gorgeous body. He was all curves and supple skin.Perfect.Emmett was fucking perfect. He loved that he could grab Emmett by the hips and not feel bones. There was something to hold onto, and he did, jerking Emmett back onto his cock while he thrust up into Emmett’s tight heat.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he gasped out. “So fucking good.”
Emmett moaned in response, the sound sending a delicious shiver through him. He wanted to hear it again and again. He’d never tire of hearing Emmett’s sounds as he let go. It was raw. It was so fucking real. That’s what Em was to him: real. There was nothing fake about him. No hidden agenda. No secrets. Emmett was unapologetically himself, and he loved him for it.
“Wilder,” Emmett gasped, his voice a breathless rasp.
He watched as Emmett threw his head back, a moan ripping from his throat as he came, spilling onto Wilder’s chest.
“Fuck, Em,” he groaned, holding tighter onto Emmett’s hips as he drove his cock deep inside him over and over, Emmett’swanton sounds pushing him straight over the edge and into blissful oblivion.
Pleasure burst through his body, leaving him gasping for breath as his hips stilled, his pulse tripping when Emmett pressed his face into the crook of his neck.
He wrapped his arms around Emmett, keeping the smaller man against him, fingers slipping into Emmett’s hair.
“That’s why I wanted to hear you,” Emmett said in a near-whisper, lifting his head just enough to meet Wilder’s gaze.
“What?”
Emmett smiled softly and pressed a kiss to the corner of Wilder’s mouth, sending a flurry of butterflies through his stomach.
“I don’t think anyone’s ever said my name like that before,” Emmett said.
“Like what?”
He knew. He fucking knew, but he wanted to hear it from Emmett.
Emmett shook his head, red tinting his cheeks before he hid his face in Wilder’s shoulder. He couldn’t have that.
He rolled Emmett underneath him, hand still buried in his hair to tug his head back a little. Just enough to make Emmett meet his gaze.
“Like you’re divine? Like I can’t get enough of you? Of your body?”
Emmett stared into his eyes for a bit, as if he was looking for something. If it were signs of deceit, he sure as fuck wouldn’t find any.
Emmett swallowed, the movement of his Adam’s apple drawing Wilder’s attention to his throat. Mmm… he needed to bite that, too. Later.
“Yes,” Emmett finally answered with a rasp in his voice that made Wilder snap his gaze up. Those blues were watching him closely, a softness to them he wanted to see more of.
His lips rose in one corner before he pressed a kiss to Emmett’s mouth, drawing a quiet moan out of him. He kept kissing Emmett, feeling fingertips running over his body, across muscles and hair. Through the come on his chest. He kissed Emmett until they were both in need of air, and then he kissed him a little more, just because he could.
He pulled back, gasping for breath, and took a long look at the disheveled man under him before he lay down next to him with a quiet sigh. Everything felt… perfect. He knew nothing was truly perfect, but it was as if being with Emmett made that okay, too.
“I vote for a shower,” Emmett mumbled before turning his face into his pillow.
“Nap first.” He reached for the covers, pulling them up over Emmett. “Shower later.”
He ran his fingers down Emmett’s back, making circles on pale skin until Emmett shivered and looked up over his shoulder at him with a raised brow.
