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Emil’s lips didn’t leave his as he pulled the jeans down, laughing into the kiss as Renzo wriggled back and forth until they hit the ground. A moment later, he swallowed down Renzo’s heavy moan when his hand dove into the slit of his boxers and pulled out his impossibly hard, aching cock.
“Yes,” Emil coaxed as he began to stroke him. “Yeah. God, I love you like this. Do you know how responsive you are?”
Renzo blushed, his blood searing hot as it rose to the surface of his skin. He’d never been called that before. His ex once described him as a cold fish, and he wondered now if Emil was just different or if John had been lying the entire time.
“Renzo?”
He blinked and looked up to find Emil hovering over him a few inches, his brow furrowed again.
“Is something wrong? Feels like I lost you for a second.”
“Never,” Renzo promised. He shoved all thoughts of his ex away as he curled one hand around the back of Emil’s neck and tugged him down. Their lips met, a little more frenzied this time, and it was far too easy to get lost in the sensation of being devoured as Emil slung a leg over his thighs and straddled him.
His boxers were silky and had to be expensive, and the sensation they created as his dick dragged against them was almost too much. “I need…something.”
“Anything,” Emil promised.
Renzo pulled at the elastic and let it snap against Emil’s waist. “Off. Please. I need to get fucked. I need you to just…to please…” He was losing his words.
Emil just nodded, like he could read all the lines of silence, and he quickly sat back, pulling and tugging until they were both naked, spread out on the cool sheets with the comforter bunched up above their heads.
Renzo squirmed until Emil seized his wrists, and the second he pinned them above Renzo’s head, he went completely still. It was like Emil had hit a button on his body, draining the will to move—but in the best way. The only thing left was the subtle twitch in his hips and the way his chest heaved with every breath.
“Better?” Emil asked.
Renzo nodded, his eyes still a little wide and wild. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“Nothing,” Emil said immediately, then leaned down and captured his mouth in a searing kiss. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you. You’re so fucking responsive. So perfect.”
Renzo’s eyes slipped closed, and he groaned loudly because the truth tripping off Emil’s tongue was too raw and too real. He wasn’t sure he could take it because he wasn’t sure he’d believe it the moment Emil was gone again. But there was no place for those thoughts right then.
“Need you,” he murmured.
“You have me.” That was also honest, almost like a promise that was too soon for him to make. But Renzo hoarded those three words behind the beat of his heart. Emil kissed him again, moving from his lips to his jaw to his neck.
As Renzo lost himself to the sensation of Emil’s tender mouth, he heard the snick of the lube cap opening and then two fingers toying with his hole. Renzo’s body twitched and tensed, but Emil remained more patient with him than anyone had ever been.
He toyed with him—played with him, a soft push against the taut ring of muscle until Renzo breathed and relaxed and let him inside. Emil groaned when he slipped in to the first knuckle, then let out a shuddering exhale as Renzo’s body allowed him to push deeper.
“So fucking tight. God, you’re so fucking tight, baby.”
The shift in their power balance was odd and profound, Renzo realized. The first night, he’d been the bossy one, and Emil had been nervous and petrified. But now, Renzo lay not only helpless and bound by Emil’s powerful hands, but he liked it. He wanted to let Emil drag every inch of pleasure from his skin like he had no other choice but to submit to him.
“Tell me you’re okay,” Emil whispered.
Renzo realized he’d tensed up again, and he quickly nodded, taking breaths until his body melted against his lover’s. “This is new for me.”
Emil pulled back to look at him, his mouth puffy and red and so soft. Renzo wished he had use of his hands to touch it, but he was also grateful he didn’t. “It’s new for me too. And if it’s too much…”
“It isn’t. I think I…I think I need this. I’ve never just let myself go like this. It’s a little scary, but I trust you.”
Something cracked in Emil’s face. His eyes went a little watery, and then he surged in and took Renzo’s mouth in a kiss that made his toes curl. “You’re amazing. I can’t get over how amazing you are.” Emil started pumping his fingers faster, deeper, searching until they hit that spot inside him that made Renzo’s back arch, his lips parted on a soft cry. “That’s it. Fuck. Look at you, Jesus,” Emil babbled, his voice strained like he was the one getting fucked.
“Need you inside me. Fucking please, please get inside me,” Renzo begged. He pulled his hands from Emil’s grasp and curled them both into his hair, tugging hard, forcing him into a biting kiss.
Emil nodded frantically, his body trembling just a little as he pawed around for the condom, using his knees to shove Renzo’s legs further apart. Renzo fell back against the mattress, gripping the sheets above his head as Emil settled into the wide V between his thighs, and he closed his eyes because if he watched Emil slip inside him, he’d lose it.
He was already too close to the edge, and he wanted to savor this. He had no idea what would come after, and if he only had this one moment to be selfish, he needed it to last.
