“Okay,” Luca breathed into Emerson’s neck after a fewminutes of rocking their hips against each other, dicks rubbing against each other’s stomachs. “Fuck, you feel so good. I’m going to start before I get too distracted.”
Emerson squeezed Luca’s ass in both hands before Luca rolled off of him.
He shifted to his side, propping his head on a hand and giving Luca space as Luca propped a pillow underneath himself. As Luca lubed up his toy and shifted fully to his back. Emerson looked down at him in fascination as Luca spread his legs, the hand that wasn’t holding the toy, also lubed up, moving down between them.
“Maybe I can start,” Luca said, fingers circling himself, “and you can take over? With the toy, I mean.”
Emerson’s mouth was dry.
“Yeah,” he croaked out. “That sounds good.”
“Okay.” Luca took a long, slow breath as he moved the toy between his legs. His eyes fluttered shut, those out-of-this-world lashes so beautiful against his cheeks that Emerson couldn’t tear his own eyes away from them, even as he knew he should be studying what Luca was doing with his hands. Until the toy whirred to life, and Luca’s breath hitched.
It was so sexy, so vulnerable, that hitch in his breath, the way Luca lay there exposed below him, that Emerson couldn’t help himself. Instead of paying attention to what the toy was doing, he leaned down and kissed him again, wet and searching, his left hand wrapping softly around Luca’s dick.
Luca moaned into his mouth until he broke away to laugh, breathless.
“Fuck,” he said, “That’s—” His back arched off the bed as the toy continued to whir, his eyes slamming shut again. “I won’t be able to last if you—I think you should take over now.” Another laugh escaped him, and Emerson was so suddenly in the moment, so full of Luca’s panting smiles and eyelashes and arching back that it felt natural to move betweenLuca’s legs, to take control of the wand’s handle from Luca’s hands.
“Should I move it?” he asked, adjusting the grip of it in his palm. He hadn’t realized how deeply Luca had already pushed it.
“Yeah.” Luca folded his arms over his forehead. “Slowly at first, but I’ll tell you if it doesn’t feel good.”
And so Emerson did, easing the toy almost all the way out and then back in, and again, experimenting with the angle, until Luca’s back shot off the bed again, a raw sound coming out of his open mouth, and Emerson knew he’d hit the right one. The possibilities of what Emerson could do felt limitless, made him almost giddy. He could lean forward and suck Luca off while his hand kept fucking him with the toy; he could crawl his free hand up Luca’s stomach until he made Luca suck on his fingers. He could kiss the insides of Luca’s thighs, his knees. He could lean down and let his mouth join the toy, his tongue giving attention to Luca’s rim while the toy did its deeper work.
But when Luca said, voice hoarse, “Maybe click the button one more time,” and Emerson did, watching the way Luca’s eyes rolled in the back of his head when the vibration whirred an octave higher, he knew that this first time, his duty was just to watch and learn.
“Okay,” Luca said, barely thirty seconds into Emerson fucking him on the higher speed, “I’m ready for you. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.”
Holding in a laugh—of affection, of joy—Emerson pushed the toy in to the hilt, kept it there for a second more before slowly drawing it out. After pressing the power button until the toy turned quiet, he returned it to the bedside table. His hands shook as he reached for a condom and the lube, not because he was nervous anymore—at least, not as nervous ashe had been—but because he was so turned on he could barely think.
“Before you get going on that,” Luca said, still breathless in that way that drove Emerson wild, “Can you grab me another pillow? Unless there’s another position you were dreaming of.”
Emerson released an unhinged breath, half laugh, half wheeze, as he grabbed another pillow for Luca’s back.
“Literally any position with you is more than my imagination could ever handle. Unless there’s one you prefer?”
“This is fucking fine.” Luca adjusted himself on top of the pillows, the muscles of his stomach flexing as he did. “Want to see you as you fuck me.”
Emerson’s hands shook harder than ever as he fumbled to get the condom over himself. As he covered himself in probably too much lube.
He was finally ready, lining himself up, when Luca said, “Feels good on our sides, too, though, I think. You behind me. For next time.”
Emerson almost laughed at that—let’s see if I can get through the first time—but then another wave of warmth went through him.Next time. And he held in the self-deprecating thought, and he pushed in.
“You okay?” he asked, once he was able to take a full breath, the overwhelming sensation of having his dick inside Luca battling, barely, raggedly, with his brain’s concern over the look on Luca’s face. But Luca reached up, gripped Emerson’s arms as he nodded.
“Yeah. Good,” he gasped. “Keep going.”
So Emerson did, and slowly Luca’s expression relaxed, his head tipping back against Emerson’s pillow. “Keep going,” he murmured again. It took Emerson a while to figure out the best position for the rest of his body, where to put his hands, how far he could lever his chest down toward Luca’s, where hetruly wanted to be. When he finally settled into a position that felt okay, he worked on his rhythm, on angling himself in what he hoped was the same direction that had made Luca’s eyes roll in the back of his head with the toy.
“Still okay?” he asked after a few minutes of Luca not saying anything.
“Yeah,” Luca assured him. “Good.” But he added a second later, “You can go a little harder.”
So Emerson braced himself, and he did. Every part of this had felt good to Emerson, but now Luca started to make those noises he’d been making before, that Emerson had been craving, that let Emerson know he was doing an okay job. Which was good, the best, but now Emerson was rutting into him at such a rate that he didn’t know how long he could last.
“Luca,” he got out, his lungs hungry for air. “I don’t know—this feels too good for me.”
