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He had no idea what to do with himself, or what he was going to do once he’d worn out his welcome, but a least he had some time.If anything, he could call Oliver and see if he could stay for the summer.He’d get a job somewhere—anywhere—and then pray he could find housing because he only had one more year to go.
Just one more year.
And then the rest of his life ahead of him.
CHAPTER SIX
COSIMO
“He didn’t come to dinner.”
Cosimo sighed softly, trying not to be annoyed with his husband, but he couldn’t help it. It had only been twenty-four hours and asking Miles to be social wasn’t fair. Emmett had been second guessing himself all evening about whether or not to bring Miles into the house to stay with them, or to find him an apartment, then throw money at him until he had stable income.
“You need to give him time.” Cosimo, who had just finished up dishes, turned to face Emmett. Emmett looked imposing and gorgeous—an older version of the man Cosimo had fallen head over heels for. “He just ended a relationship—an abusive relationship.”
Emmett flinched. It was the truth, but Cosimo knew it was painful to hear about their daughter. “I know.”
“From what we know, he has no savings, no place to stay, he gave up his car for Selene, and he has no family. This is probably a lot for him.”
Emmett swallowed thickly. “What if it’s me? What if I bullied him into doing something he didn’t want to?”
Pushing away from the sink, Cosimo took Emmett by both hands and walked him down the hall and into their bedroom. He didn’t do this often. For all that he didn’t like to be comforted or doted upon, he also didn’t like doting on other people.
But it didn’t feel like a chore when his husband needed it, and right then, it was clear he needed it. Bustling him into the bed, Cosimo took off the man’s house shoes, then his shirt, then his pants. He slipped a careful hand beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs and pulled the packer from the little holding pocket and dropped it into the nightstand drawer.
Emmett sighed and stretched, nearly naked and on display. Cosimo loved him like this. He loved all of his soft edges that were growing even softer with age. Even at the peak testosterone he was taking, Emmett had never grown much hair, but what was there on his chest was now sprinkled with grey.
Cosimo ran his fingers through it gently before leaning in to kiss his pecs. He kissed around the surgery scars, then down his sternum, stopping just below his belly button where the elastic of his underwear was digging into his skin.
“Can I help distract you, Sir?” He hadn’t expected to use the honorific tonight. The one discussion they’d had, Cosimo had realized he wasn’t going to be okay going into their full time dynamic for this vacation.
Moments, maybe. If they could sneak them in without disturbing Miles, but they would need to be careful. Luckily, this whole thing was distracting enough that at least tonight, he didn’t need much. To service his beloved. To maybe be edged afterword, then stroked damn-near blind in the shower.
He shuddered as he kissed Emmett’s stomach again.
Fingers pushed into his hair, then Emmett’s soft, growling whisper, “Put your tongue on me.”
Cosimo wasted no time pulling the last bit of fabric covering his husband’s body, flinging it to the side as he situated himself between Emmett’s spread legs. The mattress was soft beneath him—just firm enough to keep from hurting his knees.
“Tell me what you need, Sir.”
“Suck me,” Emmett said. He pushed up on his elbows because he loved watching, and Cosimo loved being watched.
Licking his lips, he carefully spread Emmett’s legs farther, pushing them up toward his chest a little. He was fully exposed that way—his dick standing out stiff and proud, fat and so red with all the blood pooling downward.
He wasn’t very wet, but that was normal. Cosimo sucked on his fingers, then pushed two into his front hole to the first knuckle before leaning down and letting Emmett’s dick rest along his tongue. He firmed the muscle, then rolled it over the nub.
Emmett gasped and fucked his hips forward, gripping Cosimo tightly by the hair. “God look at you. My little cock slut. You’re fucking drooling.”
Cosimo shuddered, going hot all over. He rocked his hips down, stopping only when Emmett tugged on his hair so hard his eyes began to water.
“Did I fucking say you could get yourself off? After all this bullshit, you think your dick deserves that?”
Moaning softly, he doubled his efforts, and it wasn’t long before he felt Emmett twitching around his fingers. He sucked harder, rolled his tongue faster, spread his fingers just enough—just the way Emmett liked.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I’m coming.”
Cosimo kept going until Emmett groaned and shoved him away, flopping back against the pillows as he fought to catch his breath. He was hard as hell still, but he didn’t do more thanpalm his dick before sliding up Emmett’s body and resting his head on his pec.
