“I want to be yours,” Emmett said against his lips, sending his heart into a frenzy, “Forever.”
There was nothing he wanted more.
He slammed their mouths together, hand on the back of Emmett’s head as he slipped his tongue between his lips, showing Emmett with his mouth and hands just how much he wanted him. How much heneededhim.
Emmett pulled back, and Wilder grinned as he watched him wrinkle his nose.
“You really do smell.”
He huffed out a laugh and held up a hand.
“Want to come shower with me?”
Emmett didn’t respond. He just grabbed Wilder’s hand and pulled him toward their bedroom. They were both naked by the time he reached into the shower to turn on the water. He looked over his shoulder, grinning when he found Emmett leaning back against the sink, eyes locked on his ass.
Emmett’s gaze rose to meet his, and Wilder’s knees nearly buckled when red didn’t tint Emmett’s cheeks, and instead, his lips tilted into a wry smile.
He waggled his brows at him. “Like what you see?”
Emmett chuckled and said, “Obviously.”
He stepped in front of Emmett, intent on pulling him into the shower with him, but Emmett scratching behind his ear made him still. He reached for Emmett’s hand, pressing a kiss to his fingers.
“Do you want them off?”
Emmett arched a brow at him. “I don’t plan on getting them wet.”
“I meant after the shower.” He leaned in, running his nose along the line of Emmett’s jaw, his voice coming out low and husky. “You’re louder without them.”
He could hear Emmett swallow, and when he pulled back, he wasn’t the least bit surprised to find him blushing furiously.
Without sound, Emmett had no volume control. It didn’t matter if Emmett was loud or quiet; he ate that shit up either way. He fucking loved every single sound he got out of his man.
He removed Emmett’s receivers and put them safely next to the sink, then dragged Emmett with him into the shower and under the hot water.
He took great care to wash Emmett’s hair and body, that vanilla scent filling the air around them and making him smile to himself. He pressed his nose into the crook of Emmett’s neck, breathing in deeply, hands sliding across Emmett’s wet skin.
Emmett groaned and dropped his head back against Wilder’s shoulder, and he took full advantage, lips and teeth moving down the side of his neck. Emmett whispered his name and rocked back against him, drawing a hiss out of him when his cock slid against soft, wet skin.
He needed to see Emmett come apart. He needed to see his face as he worked to make him as loud as possible.
He put his hands on Emmett’s hips and turned him around, pressing him against the shower wall. Emmett hissed when the cold tiles touched his back, eyes darkening as he looked up at Wilder.
He caught Emmett’s lips in a claiming kiss, teeth nipping, tongues swirling in a dance he never wanted to end.
He reached between them, the soap on his hand working in their favor as he wrapped his fingers around Emmett’s hard length, stroking slowly.
“Wilder,” Emmett groaned, nails digging into his shoulders.
Emmett dropped his gaze while Wilder watched his face, loving that flush of his skin, that glistening bottom lip caught between his teeth.
He surged down, claiming that lip for himself, sucking it into his mouth to Emmett’s breathy moan.
He felt Emmett’s hand slide down his chest, and then slick fingers wrapped around his cock, brushing over the piercings and drawing a gasp out of him. He rolled his hips, thrusting into Emmett’s fist, groaning when Emmett tightened his grip.
“Fuck, Em,” he whimpered, knowing Emmett would feel his lips moving against his mouth.
They stroked each other’s cocks, their gasps and moans echoing against the tile walls, those wanton sounds and Emmett’s fingers expertly working his cock, had him teetering right on the edge, but he needed Emmett to go over it with him.
