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“I am,” Emil admitted.
“Do you wish it was me?”
Emil gave a small laugh. “Yeah. I do.”
“Then it is,” Renzo told him.
He swallowed heavily, scared because he’d never done anything like this before, and he didn’t want to fuck it up. He wanted Emil too much, and although they’d only slept together once and seen each other twice, Renzo knew the man was precious to him.
“Too much?” Renzo asked into the prolonged silence.
Emil cleared his throat. “No. But you need to tell me what to do.”
Renzo let out a small laugh. “Really? You had no trouble bossing me around before.” He gripped his dick a little tighter and gave it a single stroke.
“Trust me, I wasn’t,” Emil said, “I just wanted you to feel good.”
“Oh, I felt amazing, sweetheart,” Renzo told him very quietly. “You were the best I’ve ever had, and I promise I’m not just saying that.”
Emil’s voice was tight and almost suspicious when he spoke again. “You don’t need to lie. My ego isn’t that fragile.”
“Hmm.” Renzo winced and fell silent for a beat. He wasn’t surprised at all that Emil didn’t believe him. It was likely the man got very few complaints, but it wasn’t likely he got very many compliments either. And Renzo knew all too well what that was like.
“I don’t think your ego is fragile, but the rest of you might be,” he finally said. “Coming from a man who was gaslit and dicked around by his ex, trust me when I say I’d rather hurt your feelings than lie to you. I’ve thought about you every goddamn night since you left.”
Emil grunted softly again, his breath coming in quiet pants.
“Fuck, I can hear you.” Renzo’s hand sped up on his own dick, and he knew he wasn’t going to last long. Being in his room—in his bed—where he’d had Emil last, Renzo couldn’t help but remember what it felt like to have him pulsing around his cock. Emil grunted again, like maybe he was thinking the same thing.
“Slow down,” Renzo ordered.
Emil whined, but he gave a soft “Mhm.”
“Good. You’re really, really fucking good for me, do you know that?”
Emil groaned. “Am I?”
“Yes, gorgeous. You are.” Renzo opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling, releasing his dick to gently cup his balls. He rolled them in his fingers, enjoying the softer, easier waves of pleasure from it. “You like that, don’t you, sunshine? You like me telling you how good you are. Gets you off, doesn’t it?”
“God,” Emil gasped. “Please let me go faster.”
“Mm, no,” Renzo said. God, he wanted to see him. It took all of his self-control not to beg for FaceTime so he could watch the man fall apart. “In fact, let go of your dick.”
Emil whined.
“Don’t argue,” Renzo said sternly. “Let your dick go now.”
It was almost like he could hear Emil’s hand releasing himself as he grunted with the effort to obey.
Renzo grinned. “Perfect. Fuck, you are perfect. Reach below your balls and touch your hole. Tell me how it feels.”
“This is embarrassing,” Emil complained, but the way his breath hitched, Renzo could tell he was doing it.
“It shouldn’t be. No one’s watching. The only thing happening right now is that I’m listening to you and getting off to how fucking hot you are.”
“Fuck,” Emil hissed. He let out a trembling breath. “I…it’s dry.”
“Lick your finger and play with yourself,” Renzo ordered. He squeezed his balls a little tighter to keep himself under better control, then gripped his dick and rubbed his thumb around the head. It was so sensitive he could barely keep back his moan.
