Page 53 of Tender
“How, um.”Miles stopped, biting his lower lip as he tried to find the right words.“How do I say yes?”
Emmett grinned, a crooked little smile, and he raised his fist.‘Yes.’
Miles rolled his eyes, and Emmett laughed again.
“There’s also, yes.Or sì.Cosimo’s parents are from Italy—from Milan.He spoke Italian before he spoke English which means you two can talk about me behind my back.”
Oh hell, why was that so hot?Miles swallowed heavily.“That’s not what I mean.Do I just…say yes, and then you start telling me what to do, or?—”
“Ah.”Emmett gave a very soft sigh.“May I hug you?”
Miles blinked, surprised by the question.“Y…es.”
Wrapping his arms tightly around Miles’s body, Emmett pulled him flush against him.After a long moment, his muscles started to relax.He went boneless after three breaths.After four, Emmett was able to swing Miles’s legs around so his back was resting against Emmett’s chest.
“Today, I need to focus on Cosimo.”He spoke right against Miles’s neck.“Not all day.Not yet.It’ll get intense, and I don’t want to scare you off, but I’d also like you to see it soon. What we do together. I want you to pay attention to his face.His body language.Learn to read him, see how he doesn’t always like it—but he needs it.”Emmet turned his face, then attached his teeth to the side of Miles’s neck, making him jolt.He soothed the bite with the press of his tongue, trailing off in several careful kisses.
“I,” Miles said, trailing off.His voice trembled in the back of his throat.
“Am I going too far?”
Miles couldn’t help the smallest laugh.“Not far enough.”
He couldn’t reconcile that he hadn’t known this man for long.He couldn’t get his mind to wrap itself around the fact that just weeks ago, Emmett and Cosimo were his girlfriend’s dads.That he only knewofthem.
They’d been gorgeous and happy and untouchable.
And when he finally did meet them, they stood for something Miles didn’t think he’d ever be allowed to witness, let alone have.
And now here he was.
A word danced on the tip of his tongue, five letters, two syllables, started with a D.He wasn’t sure how Emmett would feel about him using it yet, though.
“Precious thing,” Emmett murmured.“How far do you want me to go?”
“I don’t know.”He felt overwhelmed.Overstimulated, but somehow not stimulated enough.He moved his hips restlessly, and he felt a hard bulge against his backside.He shifted again, brows furrowed.The rumble in his throat told him he’d made an involuntary noise of curiosity.
And the way Emmett let out a small laugh and took Miles’s restless hips told Miles he’d heard it and understood. “It’s a packer.”
Ah.Miles nodded, then relaxed backward, but there was still tension in him.He didn’t know what came next.He knew he wanted to feel pleasure, but he didn’t know how to ask.He didn’t know how to voice it.What words to use.
Help me, he wanted to beg.Figure it out and don’t wait for my permission.
Emmett eased his mouth away from Miles’s neck, then his hand crept up into his hair.It circled the place where his left implant sat.He had a cowlick there from it.His hair was longer and always covered it, but it never sat quite right.
“I’d like to take these off.”
Miles stiffened.He loved silence.When he was safe, he loved complete deafness.But those moments in his life where he was able to have it outside of sleep were few and far between.
“Trust me?” Emmett asked.
He shouldn’t, but…
“I do.”
Emmett held him a little tighter.“Alright, sweetness,” he said, and Miles could feel the curve of his smile against the back of his shoulder when Miles shuddered. “I’m going to take these off you and put them in your hand.Then I’m going to put my hand down your pants, and I’m going to make you come.I have a feeling it won’t take long.”
Miles let out a ragged laugh, because it was true.“I’m sorry.”
