“Fuck,” Wilder hissed, his breath hot against Emmett’s lips. “Come with me.”
Wilder tugged him forward, and he followed, excitement churning in his stomach when he realized where Wilder was taking him. There was no one around when they reached Wilder’s bedroom. No one to see Wilder open the door and pull him inside.
The second the door closed behind them, his back was pressed against it, Wilder’s mouth driving him crazy with need. Hands slid up under his shirt, Wilder muttering something about his blue eyes between the kisses he pressed to the side of Emmett’s neck, along his jaw.
He wrapped his hands in Wilder’s shirt, tugging on it. Wilder moved back just far enough to reach behind his head and pull his shirt off, revealing droolworthy muscles and tanned skin, inch by delicious inch. His hands were on Wilder’s chest before he dropped the shirt to the floor. He brushed his fingertips over dips and curly brown hair, loving the mix of soft and coarse sensations, the hardness of Wilder’s muscles as they flexed under his touch.
Fingers wrapped around his wrists, tugging his hands away and pressing them against the door above Emmett’s head, Wilder’s gaze an endless pit of lust and that same desperate need he felt down to his bones.
“You’ll have to be quiet,” Wilder said, teeth nipping at Emmett’s earlobe.
He nodded, nails digging into the palms of his hands.
Wilder pulled back, dark eyes meeting Emmett’s gaze for a second before Wilder dropped to his knees, and he had to bite his knuckles to keep the noises threatening to leave his mouth from giving them away. The last thing he wanted was to get caught. He might just die if he had Wilder on his knees in front of him and they had to stop.
He flattened his hands against the door by his hips, afraid of what he might do if he got his hands on Wilder. He wouldn’t be staying silent, that was for sure.
“Don’t stop,” he gasped out.
Wilder’s eyes gleamed. “Wasn’t planning on it.”
He opened his mouth, choking on his words when Wilder pulled down the zipper of his pants before popping open the button. The first brush of Wilder’s fingers against his cock had him whimpering, and when Wilder pulled his cock out of his briefs, he slapped a hand over his mouth.
Wilder’s low chuckle filled his ears. The sound was soft and just the right kind of enticing. He needed more of it. Hell, he just needed more of Wilder. Whatever Wilder was willing to give him, he’d take because he wanted it all and knew he couldn’t have it.
A hand trailing up his thigh brought his attention back to the man on his knees before him, and he wasn’t surprised to see a wry smile on Wilder’s lips when he looked down at him. Wilder leaned in, pressing his lips to Emmett’s hip bone, the featherlight touch causing a shiver that was quickly followed by a moan.
“Wilder,” he groaned.
“Shh. I’m the only one who gets to hear you,” Wilder said, voice a deep rasp, eyes darker than the night.
Emmett nodded, pressing his lips together to keep quiet. Not that he thought he’d succeed. Not with Wilder on his knees,looking up at him as if he were the most gorgeous thing he’d ever seen. Not with?
He swallowed a groan as Wilder closed his lips around his cock, the wet heat taking his breath away. He dropped his head back against the door, biting his lip so hard the coppery tang of blood filled his mouth. He didn’t care because he needed this. Needed Wilder. More than he needed air.
Wilder’s mouth was heavenly. The heat? That tight squeeze? It was indescribable. He wasn’t going to last long when Wilder knew exactly how to push him over the edge.
Wilder slid his hands into Emmett’s pants, tugging them down to sit around his thighs, so he could grab him by the ass, jerking his hips forward and his dick down Wilder’s throat. All he could do was hold the fuck on, nails digging into the wood of the door and likely leaving scratch marks behind. He knew Wilder wouldn’t mind. Wilder would love that he’d made him do that. That he could drive him so fucking crazy that he lost what scraps were left of his fractured control.
Wilder moaned around him, and he looked down, nearly choking on a whimper. Wilder had pulled his cock out, stroking slowly while he worked his mouth on Emmett. He got a glimpse of those piercings, and his cock twitched in Wilder’s mouth. He could barely keep his eyes open as his orgasm barreled into him, pleasure building and exploding through his body. He filled Wilder’s mouth with his come, the man sucking him dry with an appreciative hum that left him trembling.
He dug his fingers into the door, leaning on it, the only thing keeping his knees from buckling under him.
“Get up,” he said, his voice breathy.
Wilder cursed under his breath but stood, hands landing on either side of Emmett, boxing him in against the door. Emmett didn’t waste a second, reaching between them to wrap his handaround Wilder’s cock, fingers running over the piercings as he stroked him.
“Fuck. Em,” Wilder gasped out, pupils blown wide as he stared down at him.
“Kiss me,” he breathed.
Wilder’s mouth crashed down on his, teeth dragging across his bottom lip. He moved his hand faster, Wilder thrusting into his fist as he started to curse.
“I want to be yours,” he whispered, the words tumbling past his lips without permission.
Wilder buried his face in Emmett’s neck, breathing in deeply before he shuddered against him with a quiet shout, hot come covering Emmett’s chest and hand. For a moment, he thought he heard Wilder whisper,“Mine,”but he knew it was only wishful thinking. As much as he wanted Wilder to be his, to be Wilder’s, he knew he wouldn’t get to have him.
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