Page 79 of Tender
He kept it slow, drawing it out. Waiting. Miles didn’t keep them on the edge for too long though. Cosimo had known the moment he kissed him and confessed, Miles was going to cut whatever call he had to make short.
He heard the door open, then heard the soft intake of breath.
Cosimo smiled. Emmett hadn’t noticed yet. He was too busy getting railed, lost in the pleasure of it. Looking over his shoulder, Cosimo jerked his head. “He’s waiting for you.”
Emmett’s eyes flew open, sitting up a little, and his mouth curled into a grin when he saw who was in the room. “I need you, sweet thing. I need your cock.”
Miles palmed himself, and his ears turned red as he used his other hand to tug at his shirt. It didn’t take long before his clothes joined Cosimo’s, and he pressed one knee to the bed, staring at the place where Cosimo was inside Emmett.
“How, um…where…”
“My ass,” Emmett said. “I need to feel you both. My loves. I need this.”
Cosimo met Miles’s gaze. “Take the lube. He’s already stretched. Just slick yourself up and push inside him.” He shifted Emmett onto his side, giving Miles easy access as he hooked Emmett’s leg up over the crook of his arm.
Emmett cried out softly when Miles took his lube-covered dick and pressed it against his hole. “Oh god, like that. Please, baby. I need it. I need it so fucking much.”
“Daddy,” Miles murmured as he took Emmett by the hip and gave a single, hard thrust. There was a moment of obvious resistance, and then he slipped inside with a gasp. Emmett’s back arched, then he sagged forward against Cosimo’s chest.
Meeting Miles’s gaze, Cosimo nodded. “With me, okay? Let’s take him to heaven.”
Miles reached for Cosimo, threading their fingers together, and they matched rhythm. Emmett couldn’t do more than make noise and allow himself to be taken. He was lost to it—the sheer ecstasy—in ways Cosimo had never seen before.
And it was so fucking gorgeous, it took everything in him not to spill right there. But he was going to wait until Emmett was past the point of no return. He was going to hold out until he was sure his husband felt, with every atom in the universe, that he was loved.
“Please, please, please,” Emmett began to beg. He was trembling, his hole tensing around Cosimo’s fat dick. He was going to come. Hard.
Harder than he ever had in his life.
Reaching down, Cosimo took Emmett by the chin and met his gaze. “It’s time to let go, amore.” Then he kissed him hard and thorough. When he let go, Emmett’s head tipped back and Miles met Cosimo’s gaze before attaching his lips to Emmett’s.
It was awkward and messy, full of tongue and spit, but it didn’t matter. Their hips matched rhythm again, and in a single, desperate gasp, Emmett came. He cried out, his entire body trembling and tensing with the force of his orgasm, and both Cosimo and Miles fucked him through it.
It was only when Cosimo noticed it was too much that he laid a hand on Miles’s arm. The younger man slowed, his face red, his lungs gasping for air.
“Did you come?”
Miles shook his head.
Emmett blinked, his eyes red and a little dazed. “Fuck him. Fuck our precious darling. Please.”
Miles groaned as he slipped out of Emmett’s ass and was drawn over his body and into Cosimo’s arms.
“Is that what you want?” Cosimo asked. He was still so fucking close. It wasn’t going to take long.
“I want it,” Miles whined.
Cosimo felt something touch his hand—the lube bottle. Emmett was curled around Miles’s back and grinning at him. He slicked up his fingers again, then pushed two into Miles’s ass and pumped them until he felt him relax.
His dick was still slick with lube and Emmett’s come, so he positioned himself against Miles, leg up the way Emmett’s had been, and he gave a thrust. His hips were probably getting too old for this, but he’d ride the pain for as many years as he needed until his lovers were satisfied.
Being inside the younger man was different. New. There were no real words for the way it felt when Miles sobbed and began to bounce on his cock. Emmett moaned softly as he began to kiss along the backs of Miles’s shoulder, and his hand reached around, knuckles grazing Cosimo’s stomach before curling his fingers around Miles’s dick.
“Come, sweet thing. Come for us.”
“Daddy,” Miles whimpered. “Cosimo. Please. I can’t…”
“What do you need?” Emmett urged.
