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“Harder,” he begged. Cosimo obliged. “Faster,” he added. They both sped up. Emmett’s hand flying over his dick, Cosimo pumping his needy cock into Miles’s hole. It was sloppy and messy and the best sex Cosimo had ever had in his life.
That realization hit him seconds before the orgasm did. His vision went white, and his breath fled his lungs. The world began to swim as he let go. He was floating, flying, falling. He was only barely aware of hot ropes of come hitting him in the stomach as Miles let go, and then everything became a fuzzy white blur, his ears buzzing as he was finally able to breathe again.
He came to with Miles boneless against him, his cock already slipping out and falling against Miles’s thigh. Emmett was still pressed against him, and as his hearing returned to normal, he caught the softest, barest whispers falling from Emmett’s lips.
“Love you. Love you so fucking much.”
Miles twitched, then let his head fall back against Emmett’s shoulder. “Tell me again. I couldn’t hear you.”
There was a tense moment, then Emmett curled a hand over Miles’s come-slick stomach and held it there. “I love you, Miles. I am in love with you.”
“I love you too,” Miles said. He reached for Cosimo’s hand, pushing it on top of Emmett’s. He felt suddenly grounded as Miles’s stomach slowly rose and fell with his breath. “I’m in love with you both.”
This was the moment Cosimo had been waiting for all these years, with all those men in the past. This was the moment where before, it had all gone wrong, now was absolutely right.
They were whole men separate. They were fine when it was just him and Emmett. They could have lived like that the rest of their lives and never known that there was a piece missing.
Except now they had it. They had him.
And it was absolutely, completely, and utterly perfect.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
MILES
Miles thoughthe was stealing a moment alone in the kitchen the next morning, but just as he put the coffee pot back down, warm arms circled his waist.He immediately recognized Emmett’s touch.He thought he’d left the couple dozing in bed, and his processors were in the pocket of his pajama pants, so he hadn’t heard Emmett come in.
Leaning back, he closed his eyes and basked for a moment before he felt a gentle tap on his wrist.He reluctantly pulled back and let Emmett guide him into a turn.
“Morning.”
Miles would never get tired of watching Emmett’s plush lips.“Morning.”His voice felt thick in his mouth.
Cocking his head to the side, Emmett cradled his cheek.“When you’re ready, Mo and I would like to talk.”He signed along a few words, and Miles didn’t hate that he was recognizing more and more.
It occurred to him—hitting him almost like a sack of bricks in the gut—that he could have that if he wanted.If they wanted to keep him, he could have a home where he turned off his ears, and turned off his voice, and let his hands speak.
“Give me five minutes.”
Emmett nodded, then held him by the chin to take a morning kiss before he turned and walked out.Miles appreciated that more than he could say.Part of him wanted to follow Emmett directly into the bedroom, but he needed a moment.
His phone buzzed, and he knew who it was.He’d texted Oliver before starting his coffee because he needed someone to talk to about all this.Padding to the back door, he slipped outside and sat.The air smelled like ocean, and he wondered if his lovers could hear the waves from the house.
Kicking his feet up, Miles sipped his coffee before finally adding sound to his morning by putting on his processors.He took a moment to listen to the breeze move the wind chimes, and to the creak of palm trees that sat at the edge of the property.
When he felt settled, he picked up his phone and saw Oliver’s message waiting:FaceTime me when you’re free.
Miles hit the button and waited.It only took a moment to see Oliver’s face, and Miles was overwhelmed by just how happy he looked.His friend had always been beautiful—strikingly so.It had terrified Miles when they were younger because boys who looked like Oliver got hurt.
But Oliver had kept himself safe when no one else would, and he’d used his looks to get himself ahead.Miles had never been as brave as his friend.But he wanted to be.Which was why he was calling.
He made sure the captions were on before giving his friend a quick wave of hello.
“I missed your face,” Oliver said. “I also got the ear cuffs, and first of all, how fucking dare you!”
Miles’s eyes widened. “Do you not like them?”
Oliver scoffed. “Babe, they’re the nicest things I have ever gotten. I know that must have been hell on your savings.”
