Rooster was moving around the bed, stroking himself and running his eyes over Emmett’s body. “Perfect.” He grabbed the lube from his bedside table and then hesitated before pulling out a condom. “I’m negative, but I’ll get tested again before we go without.”
Emmett pushed out his lower lip and sat up, resting his butt on his feet. “Do we have to wait? I trust you.”
Rooster watched him for a second. Emmett could practically hear his brain arguing with itself, the EMT in him no doubt pushing to be completely safe. But Emmett really did trust him with this. He trusted him with Emmie and his body. He knew Rooster would never put him in danger.
“I know you do. Are you sure?” Rooster finally asked, watching him closely.
“I’m sure, but if you’d rather we wait, I understand. I didn’t mean to pressure you.”
Rooster dropped the wrapper back into the drawer and climbed up next to him. “You didn’t. I want to feel you without anythingbetween us too. To fill you up with my come and leave my mark on your insides.”
Shivering, Emmett wrapped his arms around Rooster’s shoulders and tugged him closer, silently asking for a kiss and immediately getting one. One kiss turned to two, then three. Then they just streamed together, their mouths locked and hands grabbing and smoothing and squeezing everywhere they could. Emmett ended up on his back, Rooster settled between his legs and lazily thrusting against him. The silky hardness moving against his own erection was heavenly.
Emmett finally had to turn his face away, gasping and sucking in air to soothe his burning lungs. Rooster grunted and licked down his neck, finding Emmett’s hands and threading their fingers together. The connection of their palms felt like their souls were touching too, making his eyes burn.
“I want to fuck you like this, but it’ll be easier for you from behind,” Rooster muttered against his skin, moving down his chest and sucking on one of his nipples.
Emmett’s hands jerked in his hold, instinctively wanting to hold him in place, the gentle tug of his lips driving him crazy. No one had ever touched his nipples like that, not even him. He’d had no idea they were so sensitive.
“Baby? Is that okay?” Rooster asked, then moved over and took his other nipple into his mouth, biting at the tip and laving his tongue over it.
Emmett arched against him, not sure what they were talking about. The low hum of his arousal had been ratcheted up to a buzz that was distracting as all get out. “What?”
“Next time, we’ll do it face-to-face, but this first time, you should turn over. It’ll be an easier angle.”
All Emmett could do was pant in response, the words not making sense in his lust-fueled brain.
Rooster lifted his head and quirked an eyebrow at him. “You with me?”
He shook his head. “That feels so good.”
Extending his tongue, Rooster watched him as he used the tip to toy with one of the tight points. “This does?”
He whimpered and squirmed, wanting his whole mouth back on him. “Yes, Daddy. So good.”
“That’s good to know, but it’s time to flip over, little boy. I need to get that sexy ass ready for my cock.”
Emmett almost choked on his own spit, eyes going wide. Rooster sat up and scooted back to give him space but then bent forward and swirled his tongue over Emmett’s dripping erection. He hissed and shoved his hips up without thought, trying to get more of that wet heat, then flopped back down when Rooster got out of reach.
“Mm, delicious.” He grinned at Emmett and tapped his thighs. “Show me that ass, baby.”
It took a lot of effort, but he managed to twist around and lie on his stomach. Big, warm hands smoothed up the back of his thighs, the skin so sensitive he sucked in a breath and let it back out shakily.
“God, I could stare at this ass all day,” Rooster said, cupping the bottom of his cheeks. “It’s so round and lush.”
Emmett buried his flaming face into the pillows that smelled like Rooster. No one had ever touched or looked at him the way Rooster did, like every inch was perfect just as it was. He made a high-pitched squeaking sound when Rooster slapped the outside curve of his cheeks, making them clap together.
“Fuck,” Rooster groaned and did it again.
And again.
“I’m gonna eat myself some cake before we get to the main event,” Rooster said, voice like gravel under truck tires.
Emmett started to lift his head, brows furrowed. What did that mean? He was going to go out to the kitchen to get a slice of— “Ohhhh!”
Emmett. Emmett was the cake.
“Daddy,” he whined, pushing his butt back and shuddering as Rooster’s tongue dragged up the center of him and twirled over his hole. If he’d thought his dick was sensitive… Maybe it was because it was such a new and unexpected sensation, but it was like his brain was melting out of his ears it felt so good.
