Instead of picking a cartoon, he pulled up one of his favorite old Christmas movies and relaxed against the couch. It wasn’t too long before he noticed his boy wasn’t falling asleep like he thought he would. Every few minutes, he’d fidget, his legs seeming the most restless as they moved around on the cushion between Rooster’s own.
Finally, Rooster located the remote and muted the movie. Wrapping his arms around Emmie more tightly, he murmured into his ear, “What’s wrong, my little wiggle worm?”
Emmie whined a little, then arched his back as he grabbed one of Rooster’s hands and led it between his legs. “Aches, Daddy.”
Rooster gave his warm, hard cock a gentle squeeze over his fuzzy pajamas and smiled at the way Emmie’s breath caught in his throat. He was suddenly so grateful he’d asked about how Emmett felt about sex when he was Emmie, even though his boy’s face had gotten so red at the question Rooster had been a little worried.
“Poor, baby. You want Daddy to help you feel better?”
Emmie nodded quickly, turning and pressing a sweet little kiss under Rooster’s chin. “Please, Daddy.”
“Such a good boy, asking so nicely,” he praised, squeezing Emmie again and learning the shape of his boy. He ran his fingers up Emmie’s short, fat length and over the ridge of his head over and over until Emmie was moaning, head thrashing on Rooster’s chest.
“Daddy,” he whimpered, gripping at Rooster’s jean-clad thighs and arching into the light touch.
“My good boy,” Rooster said, very aware of his own arousal the more Emmie wiggled against him, rubbing his plump bottom over Rooster’s cock.
Giving in to his boy’s insistent begging, he reached up and found the tab of the zipper on his onesie, slowly easing it down his chest and belly. He paused, though, when he trailed his hand down the smooth skin he’d exposed, and Emmie tensed just the tiniest bit against him.
“Color?” He waited, not moving forward but not retreating either.
Emmie was panting a little, but he took a deep breath and said quietly, “Green. I just…”
“What, baby?” On a hunch, Rooster flexed his fingers just the tiniest bit into the softness of his stomach, and Emmie made a tiny sound. “Are you worried about something right now?”
Emmie didn’t say anything right away, and then slowly, he relaxed once more, becoming pliant in Rooster’s arms again. “No, Daddy,” he whispered.
“Good.” Gently, he rubbed a small circle on Emmie’s rounded tummy. “Because you’re too sexy to be worrying about anything. Just relax and let me take care of you, little boy.”
Shivering, Emmie tipped his head back and turned his face into Rooster’s neck, but he could still feel the warmth of his blush on his throat. That was okay though. Being a little self-conscious of his body was natural this first time, but he knew his boy would grow more comfortable and learn to accept that Rooster truly did find him fucking delicious.
He shifted so he could wrap his left arm around Emmie’s chest, his hand lightly gripping his opposite shoulder, while his right slipped inside the downy onesie and then under the band of Emmie’s underwear to find his hardness. He hummed, nuzzling into the side of Emmie’s face as he let his fingers explore his hot, silky cock, paying special attention to that spot just beneath his head that made Emmie jolt every time he rubbed it.
“Mm, my sweet little boy has the perfect little cock for me to play with.”
He teased and murmured praises until Emmie was practically thrashing against him, his dick dripping with precome. As he finally wrapped his whole hand around him, he shifted his other one to cup Emmie’s exposed throat, not squeezing, just holding. The noise he made as his cock flexed in Rooster’s grip nearly fried his brain.
Rooster watched his hand move under the onesie as he started to jack Emmie, his sweetly submissive boy trembling and twitching his way closer and closer to the edge of release. His whimpers were embedding themselves in Rooster’s ears, and he was sure he’d hear them long after the night was over.
A part of him wanted to draw it out longer, to see how high he could drive his boy before he burst into a million pieces, but having his squirming form rubbing against his cock was making him crazy, and he didn’t think he’d last much longer. Emmie’s underwear was a bit restrictive as he sped up his hand, not allowing a large range of motion, but there was just enough room to work his boy’s sensitive head a few times before going back to his thick shaft and stroking him hard and fast.
Emmie’s breath caught in his throat, and he froze, his hands digging into Rooster’s thighs with just a bite of pain. Then he jolted and cried out, his cock erupting in Rooster’s hand as he kept working him, wanting every last drop of come he could get.
Eventually, Emmie groaned and relaxed once more, flapping one hand at Rooster to get him to release his overly sensitive dick. As he pulled his hand free, Emmie yawned right in his ear.
He chuckled and wiped his wet hand on his jeans, wrapping Emmie into a tight hug. “Ready for bed, baby?”
“What about you, Daddy?” he slurred, but something in his voice had changed, and Rooster knew Emmett was resurfacing as his boy came down from his orgasm. “Want to make you feel good too.”
Nuzzling into the side of Emmett’s face, he murmured, “You can make me feel good in bed.”
That got Emmett moving, even if his limbs looked a little uncoordinated as he pushed himself up from the couch. He hesitated next to the coffee table, looking down at toys scattered around as Rooster shut off the TV.
“Leave them. It’s late.”
Emmett nodded and headed back toward Rooster’s room as he checked the locks and shut off the lights. He found Emmett waiting patiently at the end of the bed, onesie still unzipped. Before they got back to the fun stuff, Rooster double-checked what time Emmett needed to be up so he’d have time to eat breakfast before running home to get dressed for work. He set the alarm on his phone, sent Emmett to go and grab his where he’d left it in the living room and the charger from his bag, and then plugged both of them in, one on each side of the bed.
Emmett had a small smile on his face when Rooster finished, eyes on where his phone was charging on the side of the bed farthest from the door.
