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“Ready for me?” Emil asked.
Renzo swallowed against a dry throat. “I feel like I’ve been ready my entire life.” He meant that in a thousand different ways, and maybe Emil realized that because he cupped his hand around the back of Renzo’s neck and dragged him close—their mouths parted, panting against each other as Emil positioned his cock and then slowly sank inside.
Renzo felt like the entire world was shrinking down to the points he and Emil were touching. The press of soft, spit-slick lips, hands somewhere between cruel and tender, and the thick cock stretching Renzo to the point he didn’t know if he wanted to scream or beg. Or maybe both.
He clenched down around Emil as he gave another thrust, and Emil bowed his head forward, groaning so deep Renzo could feel the rumble of it along his skin. “More,” Emil demanded.
Renzo clenched again as Emil began to thrust harder, deeper, pushing his thighs up higher until they burned. Renzo gripped the sheets as tightly as he could for leverage, and when Emil thrust again, Renzo met him with the same force.
The sound of skin against skin was so wildly erotic Renzo was pretty sure he was going to shoot his load without more touch than the friction of Emil’s body against him. He forced his eyes open, and he immediately met Emil’s gaze. His eyes were red, feverish, searching Renzo’s face like he was afraid of what he might find there.
So Renzo kissed him. He was half out of his mind with the way Emil’s angle was nailing his prostate, but the only thing that mattered right then was making sure Emil knew that he was perfect. That everything he’d done up to that moment was better than Renzo thought possible.
“Okay?” Emil whispered.
“There are no words for how okay I am,” Renzo managed with a strained laugh. He let go of the sheets and curled his fingers into the back of Emil’s soft hair. “You’re amazing.”
“That’s my line,” Emil grunted as his cock thickened. Fuck, he was close too. “I never want to stop. I want to just move in here and let my dick live in your ass.”
Renzo burst into laughter, Emil chuckling along with him, and the motion made the pleasure so much fucking better. God, had he ever done this during sex? He knew the answer, and he hated it, but it also felt strange and almost special that the first time sex was truly good was with this man.
Emil pulled back and leaned in, nuzzling Renzo’s jaw with his nose. “Going to come?”
“Yeah,” Renzo muttered. He released his other hand and managed to slide it in between their bodies. “Fuck me hard, lovely. Please.”
Emil’s eyes slammed shut as he nodded, and then he gripped the sheets beside Renzo’s head and did exactly as he was told. His hips pulled back and slammed forward, sending the headboard crashing into the wall. Renzo’s back arched, and Emil managed to get a hand under him, changing the angle again, and somehow, it was even better.
He tried to form words likeGod, andfuck, andplease, but the only thing he could manage was a stuttered moan as he finally curled his fingers around himself. And in a single stroke, on the edge of a shattered breath, he let go.
His vision whited out as he spurted between them, soaking his own chest hair, come smearing against Emil’s heated skin as Emil pinned him back to the bed with his entire body. Renzo lost time as he gave in to pleasure and sensation, and somewhere in the crashing waves, he felt Emil thicken, heard him gasp, and felt the heat of his orgasm as it exploded into the condom.
Time didn’t stop, but it felt like it stuttered through a few seconds before Renzo came back to himself, and he took a breath, pinned by the weight of Emil’s lax body. His arms felt like he’d chopped a thousand cords of wood, but he managed to lift one hand and drag fingers down Emil’s spine.
“Tell me I didn’t kill you,” Renzo managed after a beat, his voice ragged and hoarse.
Emil chuckled. “Not dead.” The words were muffled with his face buried in Renzo’s shoulder, and pressed to his naked skin like that, Renzo could feel the curve of his smile. “Give me a second and I’ll move.”
“I’ll give you however many seconds you need.” He didn’t entirely mean that. He had no idea how long they’d gone, and he still had to pick up his brother. He felt a small curl of resentment—not really directed at anyone—because he wished he could have time to just be.
Emil eventually took a breath as his cock softened, and he reached between Renzo’s legs and pinched the condom in place as he pulled out. Renzo grimaced at all the sensations now decorating his skin, but he was still too wrecked to do more than lie there as Emil tied the condom off and dropped it into the little bin beside the bed.
“I need to remember to take that out. My sister found one of my used condoms one time, and she served it to me on my breakfast plate,” Renzo told him.
Emil blinked in horror, then burst into laughter. “I hope I can meet her one day.”
Renzo hoped that too, but that thought was more frightening than most. “She’s…unique.”
Emil grinned as he flopped back down next to Renzo and propped his head up on his arm. He reached out, tracing a light touch over Renzo’s hip. “Was that with your ex?”
Renzo frowned, and then he rolled his eyes a little. “Oh, God no. My ex and I never hooked up here. I, uh…I just…” Renzo flushed deeply, but in that moment, it seemed almost impossible to lie. “I like jerking off with them sometimes. It feels good.”
Emil’s grin softened, and he reached up, tracing a touch around Renzo’s puffy, sore lips. “I’ve never tried it, but maybe I should.”
Renzo went hot all over at the image of Emil jerking off in his place—maybe even with Renzo’s name whispered as he let go. “You’ll have to let me know how it goes.”
“Maybe I’ll call you,” Emil said, playful, but Renzo could hear a touch of something else—honesty and vulnerability. “Make you listen to me while I do it.”
Renzo shuddered. “Yeah. Yes.”
