Luca stayed there a moment more, thumb circling on Emerson’s neck, watching his face as Emerson settled himself more fully. He knew Emerson could likely feel his own erection, pressed against his ass; Luca held back groans at every shift of Emerson’s body.
Only when he felt Emerson was truly comfortable did Luca lower his mouth to Emerson’s skin once more. But this time, his lips focused on that glorious ass. His hands ran up Emerson’s thighs, curved around his hips as he kissed and licked, trying to gauge Emerson’s comfort level with Luca being all up in here. Emerson was relatively quiet at first, much quieter than he had been during the massage; the slight hitches of his breath were the only things Luca had to go on. But those hitches deepened, lengthened with each of Luca’s experiments: stretching Emerson’s cheeks farther apart with his thumbs; bringing his mouth slowly closer; cupping his balls. When he dared to run his tongue over Emerson’s perineum, Emerson’s body jolted in tandem with a sharp inhale.
“Okay?” Luca asked, lips skating over the peach fuzz at the bottom of Emerson’s ass.
“Yeah,” Emerson answered, followed by a barely audiblefuck.
Luca decided to get to work then.
Letting go of Emerson’s balls, he used both hands to hold open Emerson’s cheeks, placing a sloppy kiss on his hole before darting out his tongue. Emerson reacted then, one of those moans Luca had been missing. Luca worked him in gentle circles, taking occasional breaks to kiss his ass cheeks before going back in, applying a bit more pressure with his tongue, more low moans to vibrate against him each time.
“Fuck,” Emerson breathed. “Fuck, that feels good.”
The praise glowed in Luca’s chest, renewed his determination to get Emerson off this way. Emerson pushedhis ass against Luca’s face; Luca could hear his hands scrambling against the sheets. Could feel Emerson’s body softening, opening beneath his tongue. Luca himself was often stimulated enough with just this, just a gentle rimming with his own hand on his cock, but he decided to see if Emerson might like more.
Maneuvering one hand back to Emerson’s balls, Luca rolled his tongue at Emerson’s entrance and pushed.
Emerson let him in.
Slowly at first, but Emerson’s reactions—more scrambling against his pillows, gasps, a steady muttering offucks—were more than enough for Luca to keep going, until his tongue was truly fucking Emerson’s hole. Emerson’s hand had moved to his dick, bumping into Luca’s fingers that still fondled his balls with every stroke. Like all sexual acts, it was a weird, messy, chaotic coordination that made Luca equally worked up even if his own dick wasn’t being touched. Emerson grew louder with each passing second; Luca wished he could see him better, that he could reach up and stick his thumb in Emerson’s open mouth.
“Fuck,” Emerson said. “I’m gonna?—”
Luca stayed where he was, dick twitching as Emerson came.
“Oh my god,” Emerson breathed. “Fuck.” Luca smiled, cheeks curving against Emerson’s ass as he felt a few aftershocks shudder through Emerson’s body. His hands moved to rub Emerson’s thighs, his lower back, as his mouth peppered a few last kisses along his butt.
“Oh my god,” Emerson said. “Was that embarrassing?”
Luca laughed against his skin. “What?”
“I came so hard. I—” Emerson shoved his face into his pillow. “God, that was so good.”
Luca finally removed himself from Emerson’s ass, stretching upright with a wince. The way he’d had to bend tomake that work without toppling off the bed hadn’t been great. Worth every second, though. His wince quickly turned into a laugh when Emerson collapsed beneath him, knees giving out.
“Oh, fuck.” Emerson was back to sounding drunk again. “Oh god that’s so gross. I just fell all over my own stuff. I’m gonna have to wash the comforter. I don’t fucking care.”
Luca laughed again. He leaned down, shoving his nose between Emerson’s shoulder blades.
“Your ownstuff?”
“All the words are too gross. Feels gross, too, but. Don’t care.”
Luca settled himself at Emerson’s side. He kissed Emerson’s lightly freckled shoulder.
“It’s not gross, Emerson. That was hot.”
Emerson was quiet then. Luca settled against the pillow, one hand running lightly up and down Emerson’s back. The real world crept back into Luca’s senses: the murmuring sounds of the farm outside, the hums and creaks of the house. The steady cadence of their own breaths.
“Luca,” Emerson eventually said. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this relaxed in my whole life.”
Luca’s smile stretched so wide that it almost felt weird. He buried another kiss in Emerson’s shoulder.
“Mission accomplished then.”
Emerson turned his head. He’d been faced away toward the other side of the bed, but now his eyes found Luca’s, mere inches apart. The blue-green of his irises seemed especially bright in the lamplight. They were steady. Calm. Happy. All the wrinkles of Emerson’s face that surrounded them were so handsome.
Luca’s blood pressure had been normalizing, but his heart thumped against his chest now.
