It took ages, but Rooster just kept petting him and telling him how good he was doing and how perfect he was, and they eventually got to where Rooster’s pelvis was pressed against his butt, his dick fully inside him.
It sort of felt like he was going to split in half, his breaths labored and quick. He was so stretched out he had a feeling he’d never fully close up again back there, but when Rooster leaned over him, plastering his front to Emmett’s back, and whispered in his ear, “I knew you could do it. You were made for me, Emmett,” all of the work was worth it.
They stayed like that for a while, Emmett’s whole lower half thrumming with tension and Rooster pressing worshipful kisses into his neck and shoulders. He was almost fully relaxed again when Rooster eased his hips back a little, dragging his length partway out.
Emmett gasped. That had feltwaybetter than going in.
Except, when Rooster pushed in again, it was easier than it had been the first time, most of the pain gone and leaving behind an achy feeling of wonder and bliss. Then he did it again, pulling out even farther before plunging back in, and Emmett moaned.
He totally got the fuss now.
Rooster kept a slow pace, checking in with him frequently, and it felt good—heck, it felt amazing—but it soon wasn’t enough. Every gentle movement of Rooster’s thick length pressed him against Emmett’s prostate and tugged at his sensitive rim. But he needed more.
Whimpering, he turned to look over his shoulder. “Daddy?”
Rooster’s big body blocked out most of the room, his full concentration on where he was working himself in and out of Emmett. When he said his name though, Rooster stopped moving and looked up at him, running a hand through his long hair to push it out of his face. It was somehow the sexiest thing Emmett had ever seen.
“What’s wrong?”
He shook his head and swallowed. “Nothing. I need it faster though. Please?”
Rooster raised his brows and shifted one of his hands until Emmett felt a finger trace around his stretched opening. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. It feels so good,” Emmett assured him. “I just need more.”
Humming, Rooster skimmed his hands up Emmett’s sides and started urging him up onto his knees. “Come here. Give me a kiss, baby.”
He craned around, more than happy to seal their mouths together. Rooster slid a hand up his throat and cupped his jaw, holding him right where he wanted him, then pulled out partway before slamming back in. Emmett gasped against his lips, nodding and moaning and reaching back to touch wherever he could.
There wasn’t a lot of room for a large range of motion, but Rooster made every thrust count, picking up his speed and the intensity until Emmett couldn’t concentrate on the kiss and was just panting against Rooster’s mouth.
“This what my little boy needed?” Rooster said, breathless. He gave one of Emmett’s nipples a hard tweak and sucked on the skin of his shoulder. “God, you sound like…”
Emmett never found out what he sounded like. He’d barely been aware he was making continuous noises as he held on for dear life. Rooster’s dick was going to punch his soul right out of his body, he was sure of it.
Rooster ground against him, panting in his ear, and pushed him forward again. He caught himself on his forearms, letting his head drop between them. Rooster pulled almost all the way out and then drove back in, knocking the breath from his lungs in a low grunt.
“Fuck, yes. That’s it,” Rooster groaned and did it again. “I’m going to watch your ass jiggle from how hard I’m fucking you for the rest of our lives, baby.”
The words tripped some wire in him, and he couldn’t stop himself from reaching down and wrapping a hand around his painfully hard dick.
“Hell, yeah. Make yourself come on my cock. Daddy’s perfect little boy.”
“Oh, oh.” Emmett moaned, stroking himself fast. “Oh my goodness!”
The headboard slammed against the wall, and Rooster’s hands were holding his hips so tightly he was sure he’d have bruises in the morning. And he wanted that, almost as much as he wanted to come. He wanted to be able to look at them and press a finger to the impression from Rooster’s fingers and remember how good he felt.
And how Rooster wanted to watch his butt for the rest of their lives.
“Daddy. Daddy, I…” he babbled, not sure what he was going to say, but it didn’t matter. His balls drew up and exploded, shooting come out of him for the second time that night. This time though, he squeezed down on a massive intrusion inside him, and it made everything more intense, his orgasm rippling out from his stretched hole all the way to his fingertips.
He gasped, worried he was going to pass out from the ferocity.
“Fuck,” Rooster snarled, hips barely moving, and Emmett felt it, the liquid heat of his release filling him up, so deep he wasn’t sure how he couldn’t taste it.
He collapsed onto the mattress, and Rooster followed him down, keeping them connected. His hair fell into Emmett’s face, enveloping him in the scent of his shampoo and sex.
“That was…” He still couldn’t catch his breath, and he didn’t really have words for how good it had been anyway.
