“Come ’ere,” he said softly, snagging Emmett’s arms as soon as he was close enough and reeling him in so he was flush against Rooster’s chest. “Color?”
“Green,” Emmett said, just as quietly. His hands landed on Rooster’s sides as he smiled up at him, but he didn’t try and undo his pants or take off his pj’s. He just waited, completely at ease with Rooster deciding what would happen.
His sweet fucking boy. He’d give him the damn world if he could.
One thing he could give him was something they both wanted right then.
“Take off my clothes, little boy.”
7
Insides quaking, Emmett sucked in a breath and let his eyes trail down his daddy’s big, strong body. He’d shifted out of his little headspace not long after he orgasmed, but he didn’t mind.
The evening had been better than he could have ever imagined, and now he was going to get to make Rooster come too.
He couldn’t even remember why he’d been nervous about being Emmie in front of him. It had felt like the most natural thing in the world, letting go of everything big and scary and just letting himself play and laugh and get pampered by his daddy.
He wanted to ask when they could do it again, but he had something more pressing to do at the moment. He was a little surprised his fingers were steady as he started tugging Rooster’s shirt up his torso, moaning at the sight of his hairy abs and chest.
Leaning in, he nuzzled his face in the hollow between Rooster’s thick pecs and breathed him in for a second. He was tempted tolet go of the hem of his shirt and let it fall over his head and just live against that warm, fuzzy chest forever.
Taking over, Rooster finished tugging his shirt off with a chuckle. “You okay down there, baby?”
“Got distracted,” he mumbled, rubbing his cheek harder and shivering.
“So fucking cute.” Guiding Emmett’s head back, Rooster stared down at him, eyes roving over his face, then leaned down. “Kiss me, little boy. Then do as Daddy said.”
A full-blown shudder racked his body, but Emmett still pushed up onto his toes to close the distance between their faces and seal their mouths together. They’d kissed a lot since that night in the parking lot. Like,a lot. And every time, Emmett was a little shocked at how good it felt. How easily he fell into the feelings of being wanted and cared for, not giving the outside world a single thought.
Kissing Rooster was almost like being little, wiping his brain of all thoughts except how to get closer, more, harder.
The first touch of his daddy’s slick tongue against his own had his knees going weak, but strong arms wrapped around him, holding him steady and not letting him fall. Never letting him fall.
“Daddy,” he moaned, the skin on his neck prickling deliciously from Rooster’s beard as he kissed his way down Emmett’s throat. “Supposed to…Oh…Supposed to be making you feel good.”
“Just looking at you makes me feel good,” Rooster whispered against his damp skin, making him shiver again. “Touching youis like a shot of happiness right into my veins. And making you squirm and whimper in my arms? That’s my favorite thing in the world, baby.”
Heart beating heavily, Emmett let the words sink beneath his skin, absorbing into the achy, empty spots he’d lived with his whole life. “Being in your arms is my favorite thing too.”
Rooster lifted his head and smiled at him, so gently and full of understanding, Emmett’s eyes prickled hotly. “My sweet little boy.”
“I’ve never…” He glanced at the bed to his left. “Um, I mean, I’ve donesomestuff, but not, you know,that. But I want to,” he rushed to add, grimacing at his rambling. “With, uh, you. I want to with you.”
Rooster looked like he was trying not to laugh, and Emmett really couldn’t blame him. It wasn’t like they hadn’t talked about his experience—or lack thereof—before now. During their last date, Rooster had spoon-fed him the most delicious fudge brownie and peppered him with questions about what he’d done, what he liked, what he was interested in trying—while bigandwhile little.
But his brain was misfiring for some reason, and he felt the need to tell him again, like it might make a difference in what happened next.
“I want to with you too,” Rooster finally said, humor thick in his voice. “And it’s okay to be nervous. We’re going to go slow.”
Slow would be good. Not even because hewasa little nervous—not a lot, but some—but because he wanted to remember every moment forever. To imprint it on his brain and in his soul.
“Yes, Daddy,” he whispered, reaching for the button on Rooster’s jeans and popping it open. And then he dragged the zipper down a centimeter at a time. He’d felt what was behind the material before, but seeing it was going to be different.
His heart beat faster, palms a little sweaty, as he grabbed the waist of the jeans and underwear underneath and tugged them both down at once.
The half-hard cock that flopped out stole the breath from his lungs.
It was… big. Like, really big. Thick in a way that made his butt clench just looking at it. He was probably only five inches long, but his girth wasimpressive. Under his avid gaze, it stiffened more and lengthened. His eyes felt like they might pop out, they were so wide, his fingers reaching out without his permission to trace the silky skin.
