Page 67 of Tender
“Yes…?”
“Daddy. Yes, Daddy,” Miles got out as Emmett began to rub him faster.
Shit, maybe he could do this. He could make time. Turning Miles and pressing him against the open door, Emmett got his zipper down and his cock out. “You think you can come without making a mess, sweetness?”
Miles swallowed heavily. “I’m…I don’t…”
“Hmm. Do you need help?”
“I think so.”
“Ask me, baby. Ask me for help very nicely.” He traced a touch over Miles’s lips.
“Please, Daddy. Please help me not make a mess. I want to come so badly, but I don’t want to mess up any of the nice things you bought me.”
Emmett groaned as he dropped to his knees, his dick throbbing in his too loose pajama pants. But this wasn’t about him. He didn’t want this to be about him. He’d already come enough in his life for a dozen men, and what he wanted more than that was to give the people he cared about—the people he loved or could love—everything.
Including this.
Opening his mouth, he fit the head of Miles’s cock just past his teeth, curling his tongue around it. He stared up, unable to take his eyes off Miles’s face as he took a breath, then swallowed him all the way down to the hilt.
“Oh my god oh my god,” Miles babbled. His head thudded back, and his eyes closed, his hips pushing forward just slightly. His fingers were flexing like he didn’t know what to do with them, so Emmett released his thighs and guided those hands to his hair. “Like this, Daddy?” Miles asked plaintively.
Emmett hummed and Miles’s dick kicked along his tongue, letting out a small stream of salty precome. He pulled back all the way, kissing the head, then down the shaft.
“I’m not going to last. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I want to be good, but I’m so close?—”
Emmett squeezed him hard enough to get him to stop babbling. “You are being good. You’re being so fucking good right now. So perfect. Look how hard you are for me. Look at you holding my hair and pressing yourself against the door like such a good fucking boy.”
Miles’s dick thickened even more.
“You are exactly what I want, baby. You are everything. And you can come whenever you’re ready to let go.”
Emmett had a feeling that would be in seconds, and he was proven right when the moment he slid his mouth all the way back on Miles’s dick, he shuddered and cried out and came. Hot ropes hit the back of his tongue, and Emmett swallowed them all down, pulling off only when Miles started to whimper from the overstimulation.
He kissed the man’s dick before using his sleep shirt to wipe him clean, then he tucked him back into his boxers and zipped him up before climbing back to his feet. The room swayed a little from all the blood that had rushed to his lower half, but it only took a moment for him to right himself.
“Do you need…can I…” Miles mumbled, reaching for Emmett. “Daddy, let me help you.”
Emmett shook his head as he tipped Miles’s chin up and laid a kiss on his lips. “This was all I needed, precious. You’re enough for me.”
Miles shuddered in his grasp, then took a breath and looked up at him. “Am I?”
“Yes.” He could see the doubt in the younger man’s eyes. He could see the fear of wanting, the fear of having, because having also meant the possibility of losing everything. But Emmett wasn’t going to give up on this. “Now, let’s get me dressed so we can start the day. I’m sorry I forgot before, but it will not happen again.”
Miles opened his mouth like he was going to argue, then seemed to change his mind. He nodded instead, then surged in to steal a kiss, and with a small laugh, broke away to do what he was told.
The audiologist went as well as Emmett had expected. He’d done this more times than he could count. It felt like he’d spent half of Selene’s early life sitting in an office waiting room, or just outside a sound booth, or in some small office with uncomfortable chairs and bizarre objects and plaster ear figurines scattered across various tables.
He remembered feeling waves of disappointment when the first appointments hadn’t gone like he’d expected. He’d gotten himself all psyched up about how the surgery was going to open a whole new world for Selene.
Then they’d turned them on, and she’d screamed. She’d thrown them across the room. She hated every second of it. She acted like she was in pain, and when she finally agreed to wear them, she could only tolerate them for short periods.
All of the specialists insisted that he force her—that he not give her the option to take them off. That if she really was going to learn how to hear, she’d have to learn to get through the discomfort of it all first. It was that lack of fairytale experience that made him realize maybe he’d been listening to all the wrong people.
Yes, she liked them now. She had no regrets. She was not denied access to sign or to the Deaf community. She’d rejected all of those things on her own in her quest to be whatever her version of normal was.
But offices like this did not hold happy memories for him.
