“Damn right, I do.”
“You got me too much,” Emmett said sometime later, sitting on the floor in front of Rooster’s tree with all his opened gifts around him. He ran his fingers over a large stuffed dragon that would be perfect for snuggling when Rooster was on shift. His boy had complained recently that one of the worst parts when Rooster worked a twenty-four-hour shift was sleeping by himself. Hopefully, the enormous thing helped. “I thought we agreed on a limit.”
Rooster smirked as he sipped at his lukewarm cocoa. It was his second cup, Emmett’s second one going down just as fast as the first and putting just as big a smile on his face. “No, you proposed a limit, and I agreed you shouldn’t spend more than that on me.”
Emmett’s brows furrowed as he squinted up at him. “I don’t think that’s what happened.”
He shrugged. “It’s a daddy’s prerogative to spoil his little boy. Especially when they’re as good and sweet as you are.”
Cheeks flushing a cute pink, Emmett pushed to his feet and carefully stepped over his new dragon, giving it a pat on the head on his way past. Rooster finished his cocoa and set his mug aside, recognizing the look on his boy’s face. Arousal began to build in him, shivering down his spine and settling in his balls.
When Emmett reached the couch and grabbed his hand to tug him up, he let himself be pulled. He needed the closeness as much as Emmett did after what had happened at his parents’. Erik had texted him a little while ago, saying he was sorry if Emmett had taken his words the wrong way.
Rooster had blocked him without responding or saying anything to Emmett.
As soon as he was standing, Emmett raised up onto his toes and found his mouth with his sweet, eager lips, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and holding on tight. The neediness wasn’t surprising after the shit with his family and then their declarations of love and Rooster going asmidgeoverboard with presents.
His boy was overwhelmed and needed him.
And fuck if that didn’t make him hard in an instant.
Emmett whined a little when Rooster insisted on checking the doors and turning off the lights before going back to his bedroom, but he gently shushed him and kept their hands clasped together. As soon as they were inside, Emmett pulled free, though, and started tugging his clothes off.
He was nearly frantic as he ripped off his socks. “Need you, Daddy.”
“You have me,” Rooster reminded him, pulling off his own clothes at a slower pace. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Once they were free of clothes, Emmett climbed up onto the bed, sexy ass swaying in the air and making Rooster groan in appreciation. He threw a sweet, embarrassed look over his shoulder. “Like this, Daddy?”
It was Rooster’s favorite position since it let him watch Emmett’s cheeks jiggle and wave with every thrust, but his boy needed intimacy, not just a great orgasm. Shaking his head, he twisted his finger as he grabbed the lube from the bedside table. “On your back, little boy.”
As he wedged between his spread thighs a moment later and Emmett stared up at him with a worshipful face tinged withvulnerability, he knew it was the right decision. He started with his boy’s sweet lips, kissing him over and over until he was moaning and squirming beneath him, fingers digging into his back as he tried to thrust up against him every once in a while, but Rooster’s grip on his hip stopped him.
When he broke away to drag in some much-needed air, Emmett chased his mouth, gasping and begging for more in a raspy voice that reached inside Rooster and squeezed his heart. God, he would give anything to his boy.
He peppered kisses over his cheeks and chin, nudging his head back with his nose so he could lay a bruising kiss to his throat. By the time Emmett went back to work next week, it’d be faded enough not to get him in trouble, but Rooster couldn’t resist marking him in a visible way when it would just be them and the club tomorrow.
Slowly, he made his way down Emmett’s body, licking and nibbling on every spot he’d learned made his boy suck in a breath or shudder beneath him. Pressing a kiss to his soft belly, he reached back up and snagged one of the plump decorative pillows that had mysteriously appeared on his bed the last few weeks.
“Lift your hips,” he murmured against Emmett’s skin. He shoved the pillow beneath Emmett as soon as he arched up, then sat up, running his hands down the inside of his boy’s thick thighs and giving them a squeeze. “Fuck, you’re so damn sexy.”
Emmett made a soft noise, his cheeks darkening as he bit his lip.
Smiling, Rooster slid his hands up farther, petting Emmett’s perineum with the pad of his thumb. “What do you say when Daddy gives you a compliment, baby?”
A dollop of precum blossomed at the end of Emmett’s short, fat cock, and he squirmed, his breath catching. “Thank you, Daddy.”
He hummed, pressing harder as he slid his thumb down to Emmett’s tight hole. “You’re welcome, little boy.”
As he pressed against Emmett’s opening, his boy gasped in the most beautiful way, his thighs spreading as far as they could go as he gripped at the bedding beneath him. Fuck. He’d never get tired of the sight. Emmett couldn’t see it, but to Rooster, he really was breathtakingly perfect. Every soft, round inch of him.
He grabbed the lube and wet his fingers, circling the furled opening with his middle finger as he leaned over Emmett once more and braced himself with his other fist on the bed next to Emmett’s shoulder. His loose hair fell around them, the length so long now that it almost touched the pillow behind Emmett’s head. Emmett reached up with a smile and ran his fingers through it before clasping his fingers together behind Rooster’s neck.
Staring down into Emmett’s sweet face, he slowly breached his hole, pressing in with a single finger in one steady motion. He watched, enraptured, as Emmett’s mouth fell open and his head tipped back. The low moan he let out when Rooster pulled his finger partway out again before pushing in a little farther was downrightfilthy.
His sweet little boy loved being opened nice and slow on Rooster’s fingers, so that’s what he did. He spent several minutes thrusting a single finger inside his tight heat and watching the flush move down Emmett’s cheeks to his throat before he carefully worked in a second digit.
“Daddy,” Emmett gasped, sliding his hands down to Rooster’s biceps and clutching at him as he rocked back against his hand, trying to take his fingers faster.
