Page 61 of Tender
“No, I know.”Miles’s voice was a little weak, but he hoped his tone sounded honest because he was telling the truth.He could tell from the way Cosimo was kneeling, from the way he held his back and his arms, that he was where he wanted to be.
Emmett sighed and leaned in to take a kiss which Miles gave happily.Their tongues pressed together, and Emmett let out a soft hum before breaking away.“For now, we’re not going to address him, okay?He can’t hear anything right now. I’ve put noise cancelling ear molds in his ears.His job right now is to kneel and follow my touch commands. Are you sure you’re okay watching this?”
Miles shivered.There was something hot in him, something that wanted to play.He wanted to hear Emmett’s low, commanding voice telling him what to do.
“What are you thinking?” Emmett asked.
Miles shook his head, but Emmett reached for his hand and squeezed hard enough to tell him it was a warning.
“Be a good boy.When I ask a question, I expect an honest answer, even if it’s embarrassing.”
Miles shuddered, but he nodded and finally took his eyes off Cosimo.“I was wondering what it would be like to…be with him. I mean, we were together all weekend, and it was nice, but it wasn’t like this.”
“You mean play with him?” Emmett asked.
Miles nodded again.“You telling me what to do with him.”
Emmett moaned very softly and yanked Miles close.“That can be arranged.Not today.Cosimo got really fucking mouthy with me, and he’s going to be punished for it until tomorrow, so no coming.Which reminds me…”He trailed off and reached for his phone.When he tapped something on the screen, Cosimo gave a sudden jolt, then a soft groan hidden behind the gag.
Miles didn’t need to ask what it was.
He started to sweat, his cock getting hard, and Emmett took notice.He smiled, then rubbed the heel of his palm over it.“Would you like him to warm your cock for you while I finish breakfast?”
Fuck.Yes, he did.But he also didn’t think he was ready for that until he got to talk to Cosimo and hear from him exactly what he was comfortable with. They still hadn’t even kissed, and though Cosimo was open about wanting Miles, he didn’t say how. Or when. This didn’t sound fair to decide when he was like this.
“I think tomorrow would be better. After we can talk,” he said.
Emmett didn’t seem disappointed.He let Miles go with a soft pat to his aching dick, then pointed to the kitchen table.“Set that for me, precious.”He froze.“Should I not callyou that right now? I don’t know what you’re comfortable with when we’re in this space.”
“I like it,” Miles said in a rush.“I think I just need some time for me, you know?To feel where I belong in all this?”
Emmett frowned, but he nodded and went back to the pancakes he was flipping.“The most important thing we can do here is communicate.This will never work if we can’t say what we want, what we need, and what we don’t.I’m great at reading people, but it’s always going to be a work in progress, and I couldn’t live with myself if I ever pushed you to a place that hurt you.”
He stopped and gave Cosimo a short, sharp kick.Cosimo scrambled to the side, still not looking up, and he resumed his position.
He was more tense now, and Miles could see the effort it was taking for him not to move.In the new position, Miles could also see between his legs.His cock was trapped in the smallest cock cage he’d ever seen.
His dick twitched again.
“How do you know if he needs to get out?” he couldn’t help but ask.
Emmett raised a brow at him.“Safe words.Or safe gestures when he’s gagged.I’d have him demonstrate, but I don’t want him out of his headspace right now.”
“Do I get one?” Miles asked.
Emmett tipped the vegetables onto a roasting pan.“Yes. Nothing else will happen until we establish more than one. For now, just say red if you need me to stop.”
Miles smiled to himself.He felt strange—everything was so surreal.How was it that just a few weeks ago he was in the apartment with Selene wondering if that’s what the rest of his life was going to look like.
Now he was standing in the kitchen of the two men who raised her, watching one of her fathers kneel in the corner as his prostate was tormented while the other controlled the vibe tormenting him.
There were tears on Cosimo’s face, and he looked like he wasn’t going to be able to take much more.
And fuck, Miles liked it.
“Does she know?”
Emmett froze, then looked over his shoulder.“Selene?”
