Page 78 of Tender
With one last kiss, Cosimo pulled himself away. He didn’t want to, though. Looking down at Miles on the bed, he realized this was it. This was his—his life. His marriage. His family. Things with Selene would probably be repaired in some capacity or another, and that mattered. This was different, but no less important.
“I’m going to build you an office at the house so you don’t have to keep coming out here,” he declared.
“Wait—”
He held up a hand and shook his head, glowering until Miles settled back down against the headboard. “Nope. Building you an office. I want you close.”
“Alright,” Miles said from behind a sigh.
Cosimo shot him a dark grin, then turned on his heel and left.
The walk back to the house felt shorter. It was like one moment his feet were touching the pool deck and the next he was standing in front of his bedroom. He thought about telling Emmett about Selene, but he decided against it when he walked inside the room to find Emmett on the bed, halfway sitting up, a toy against his dick.
He was grunting softly and writhing, and Cosimo lost all sense of reason as he walked over, dropped to his knees, then yanked Emmett toward the edge of the bed by his calves. Emmett grunted as his feet hit the floor and the toy dislodged, but Cosimo simply batted it out of the way as he spread the man’s legs farther and nosed along his slit.
“You really are such a little cock-slut,” Emmett said, breathless.
“Only for you. And for him,” Cosimo said. He fit his tongue over the whole dick, suckling gently the way he knew his husband liked. His fingers gathered slick left behind from lube on the toy, then slipped one into Emmett’s ass, pumping gently.
“Oh my god, oh fuck, I’m…ah,” Emmett gasped. His thighs were trembling the way they did right before he was about to come.
“How many orgasms can you give me?” Cosimo asked. “Because Miles is going to be on his way here soon, and I know he’ll want a few.”
“At least two more,” Emmett said, his voice hoarse. “But you don’t get to fucking tease me. Make me come right now or I’m going to cage you for a goddamn week.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Cosimo said, letting his laughter vibrate against Emmett’s dick. It throbbed as ittouched his lips, and he opened them, closing a bite down and pumping his finger harder into Emmett’s ass.
He gasped and his hips arched, and after a second of his entire body going fully tense, he came. He cried out with a soft shudder, rocking his hips against Cosimo’s face until the muscles in his stomach unclenched.
He lowered down to the bed as Cosimo removed his finger, then slid up his body. It was strange for him to be fully clothed and Emmett to be naked. It was usually the other way around.
“You look gorgeous like this,” he murmured.
Emmett looked up at him and touched his jaw. “No Sir today?”
Cosimo felt a brief pang, like maybe he was failing at his role. Then he realized it was an honest question. He shook his head. “Is that alright?”
“It’s always alright,” Emmett said. “Anything you want is always alright.” He hesitated. “Should I not?—”
“No,” Cosimo said, cutting him off with a kiss. He knew what his husband was going to ask. “I fucking adore the way you talk to me. I love being your cock slut. Your bitch. Your…”
“Everything,” Emmett finished for him. That was not what Cosimo had been about to say, but he liked that even better. “The both of you are.” He shifted, then lifted his legs to press his knees against Cosimo’s hips. “Fuck me up front. Please. I want to feel you.”
Cosimo groaned and fumbled with his clothes until he was fully naked. He urged Emmett to sit back against the pillows, then lifted one of his legs, pressing it as high as his aging joints could bend. He stared down for a moment, basking in the gorgeous lines of his husband’s body.
His folds, his dick, his asshole. The thick black hair, the softening stomach, and the scars under his pecs. He waseverything that Cosimo had fallen in love with, aged like the finest wine.
“I’m so in love with you,” he murmured.
Emmett sighed as Cosimo pushed the tip of his dick against his front hole and held it there. “Something happened. Something changed.”
Cosimo swallowed thickly, then said, “I’m in love with Miles.”
Emmett sucked in a breath. “Oh. You—does he know?”
“Mm.” He pushed in an inch, and Emmett moaned softly. “He knows. He’s waiting to hear you say it too.”
“I will. I do.” Emmett let out a long string of incomprehensible babble as Cosimo pushed in fully, fucking him hard and fast for a long, eternal moment. Then he slowed with a heavy, thick roll of his hips, making Emmett grunt and lift halfway up off the mattress. “I love you too. I love you so fucking much.”
