It twitched and got a little longer.
Did that make Rooster a groweranda shower?
He glanced up at Rooster, hand hovering, and he nodded permission, so Emmett wrapped his fingers around the massive shaft and stroked a few times.Rooster groaned above him, startling in the quiet of the room, but Emmett wanted more of those sounds, wanted to drag every ounce of pleasure out of his daddy that he could. His cock was so warm, the soft skin of his shaft tantalizing in a way he’d never experienced before. How would it feel in his mouth? How much would fit?
He doubted he’d be able to get even half in there, but his mouth watered as he gave the base a little squeeze and licked his lips.
“Fuck, the way you’re looking at me…” Rooster trailed off, and then his hands were grabbing at him. One cupped the side of Emmett’s face and tilted it up, the other wrapping around his throat. “You look hungry for my cock, little boy.”
Emmett was about to melt into a puddle of goo, a rush of heat flooding his body and making the edges of his brain wobbly. “I am. I… I want to taste you, Daddy.”
Rooster hummed, the corners of his mouth tipping up and the fingers around his throat giving the barest squeeze. Not anywhere near what it would take to cut off his air, just a subtle but powerful reminder of his control over Emmett.
Control he was more than happy to hand over.
Shivering, Emmett let his eyes fall shut, sinking into the feelings swirling through him. He wasn’t sure he’d ever been so happy or content in his life. No, that wasn’t true. Heknewhe never had been. Growing up, he’d been isolated from his family; the oddball, the weirdo, the quiet one. The chubby one.
It wasn’t until he’d moved in with Roni that he’d started feeling comfortable in his own body and with his own wants and needs. Her easy acceptance of him had felt like the greatest gift he’d ever receive. And while he’d always love her, he’d been wrong about that.
“Ask me nicely,” Rooster rumbled, his lips brushing against Emmett’s ear.
He couldn’t stop himself from smiling, a thrill running through him and awakening all the sensitive spots on his body. His onesie was still hanging on him, and the soft fabric began to tease at his skin every time he squirmed.
“Can I please taste you, Daddy?” he whispered, ignoring how red his face must have been.
“Just like that,” Rooster said, voice deep with arousal and approval. “Fuck, little boy, that’s perfect. I love how sweet you are.”
His lips landed on Emmett’s, kissing him a little more roughly than before, those long, callused fingers still wrapped around the front of his neck and holding him exactly where he wanted him. Emmett lost himself in the taste and feel of his daddy, whimpering uncontrollably and arching against him.
Rooster ripped his lips away and took a step back, his wide, furry chest heaving. He watched Emmett with possessive eyes as he pushed his pants and briefs down the rest of the way, stepping out of them and his socks.
Emmett barely had time to enjoy the view of his muscular thighs and thick shoulders before Rooster was on him again, lips moving over his and then across his jaw and down his neck as his hands pushed the edges of Emmett’s unzipped pajamas off his shoulders. The onesie was loose enough that it fell all the way to the ground without any more help than that.
His hands wereeverywherethe second Emmett was naked, their mouths sealing together once more. Which was probably a good thing, his brain getting swamped inyes, please, moreinstead of worrying about Rooster seeing him without clothes for the first time.
He slipped his arms around Rooster’s shoulders, going up on his toes to make it easier to reach and then moaning into his mouth when those wandering hands grabbed his butt cheeks and squeezed. Despite his mind-melting orgasm fifteen minutesbefore, his dick was already trying to rally. He barely noticed though, his whole focus on the taste of Rooster’s tongue and how warm his hands were as they skimmed back up over his hips.
“You didn’t actually answer,” Emmett mumbled, arching his head back and digging his fingers into Rooster’s shoulders when he got a rough bite to his throat. “Can I?”
Rooster grunted but didn’t release his hold or raise his head, seeming intent on leaving a mark on the base of his neck. Hopefully, it’d be low enough he could cover it with a collared shirt, or he’d never hear the end of it from some of his feistier residents at work.
“Daddy?”
“Yeah, baby?” Rooster raised his head, and Emmett’s chest got a little tight at how gorgeous he looked. His long hair was messy, like Emmett had been running his fingers through it, but he didn’t remember doing that, and his lips were darker, a little swollen, his eyes half-lidded and hazy.
Emmett had to wet his lips before he could speak. “You, uh, you didn’t say whether I could taste you or not.”
His nostrils flared as he sucked in a deep breath. “Sorry, baby. The little sounds you make every time I kiss you are distracting as hell, but yeah, of course you can. Is that all you want to do? We don’t have to do anything else if you?—”
“No, that’s not all I want,” he said quickly, forcing himself to hold Rooster’s gaze.
“Yeah?” Rooster slid one of his hands back onto his butt, a smile curving his lips as he petted the sensitive skin of his crease. “You want Daddy inside you?”
He swallowed and nodded. “Yes, please.”
Rooster pressed a quick kiss to his mouth and then moved over to the head of the bed and grabbed a pillow. Before Emmett could figure out what he was doing—or how embarrassed he should be over the fact that hemade noises every time Rooster kissed him?—his daddy sat on the edge of the bed and put the pillow on the floor between his feet.
“Come here, little boy,” Rooster said, crooking a finger and then pointing down at it.
