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He palmed himself in an attempt to tuck, but Renzo turned too quickly, and his eyes cut down before moving back to Emil’s face. His cheeks were dotted with color, and his lips parted on an inaudible gasp.
“For me?”
Emil nodded. “Of course it’s for you. I…there’s no one else.” And he wasn’t sure there could be, which was what terrified him about their agreement. It was for the best, yes, but what kind of ruin would be left behind if Renzo decided he was done?
Renzo licked his lips, then offered his hands, and Emil took them. They were very warm from the water and very soft. The pads of his fingers were wrinkled just slightly, and they felt strange and delicious as they stroked over Emil’s skin.
“You really like when I touch you, don’t you?” Renzo whispered.
Emil nodded. He had no words to describe how it felt whenever Renzo put hands on him. The moments had been few and far between, but Emil craved them like a man starving. He shuddered and tugged until Renzo was in his space, and then he leaned in and nuzzled his nose against the edge of Emil’s jaw.
“Kiss me,” Renzo whispered.
Emil moved like the words were a command, taking soft lips against his own, and then a warm tongue slick and sweet from the cocoa overwhelmed his senses. He groaned as softly as he could manage as Renzo’s fingers dug into his hips and slotted a thigh between his.
“We need to take this to my room,” Renzo murmured. He pushed one hand into Emil’s hair and scraped nails over his scalp. “This isn’t the Christmas surprise I want to give Matty.”
Emil snorted a laugh, nodding as Renzo captured him in another kiss. They broke apart moments later, both panting slightly, and Renzo knocked their foreheads together as Emil attempted to catch his breath. “I can’t believe I’m here.”
“I know. Me too,” Renzo said.
Emil wanted to believe that was a good thing, but that quiet, cruel voice told him that maybe it was nothing more than pity driving Renzo’s offer to keep him for the holidays. After all, he was pathetic.
He quickly shoved that aside and let Renzo link their hands as he tugged him toward the stairs.
They crept up as quietly as they could manage, and Renzo closed his door softly before twisting the lock. The room was dimly lit by a light in the closet, and the blinds were drawn. It felt for a moment that they’d slipped into a bubble, and the rest of the world didn’t matter.
Life, trauma, the holidays, family, friends—they all sat outside, waiting to creep in with the morning. But for now, Emil could have this. He could have Renzo’s lips and tongue and teeth. He could have his hands, and his warm body, and his hard, gorgeous cock.
“What are you thinking about?” Renzo asked quietly as he moved closer.
Emil didn’t really want to share what was in his head. It sounded insane and needy, which wasn’t how he wanted Renzo to think about him. So instead of spilling his guts, he dragged his hand down Renzo’s chest, then cupped him through his fleece pajamas. “This.”
“Oh?” Renzo asked, his eyes alight with humor. He rocked his hips forward, his dick pulsing with need. “Is that all?”
“God no,” Emil blurted. He used his free hand to drag Renzo closer by the hip, then slipped his fingers under his shirt and flicked his nipple, making Renzo hiss through his teeth. “This too. Want to get my mouth on it.”
Renzo’s eyes slipped closed. “Not stopping you.”
Emil thrust Renzo’s shirt up, then dipped his head low, laving at it with his tongue before pulling on the little peak with a careful bite. Renzo groaned, and Emil heard him slap his hand over his mouth to control the noise. It did something to him, the idea that he was pushing Renzo toward the edge of his control.
“More,” Renzo said.
Emil moved to the other side as he let Renzo’s dick go so he could pull his shirt the rest of the way off, and he dragged his fingers down Renzo’s naked back before thrusting them past the elastic waistband of his pajamas, cupping his firm, round ass.
“You are so hot,” Emil said behind a groan.
Renzo shuddered and thrust his hips forward, his dick brushing along Emil’s stomach. “So are you. You’re so fucking needy. I love the way you pull me close—the way you put your mouth on me like you can’t keep away.”
“I can’t,” Emil admitted. He realized he was going to make himself too vulnerable in a moment if he wasn’t careful, but he was struggling to care. Not when Renzo was carefully stripping him down and walking him toward the bed.
He hit the mattress and fell back with a dull thud, the scent of fresh laundry soap rushing around him. The sheets and blankets had obviously been cleaned, thanks to the way they’d soiled them the last time he was there, and that made him all hot around the collar.
“You’re blushing,” Renzo said. He lifted himself up and straddled Emil’s thighs, scooting forward so their dicks were aligned. He took them both in one hand, his palm a little rough and calloused from the work he did around his sister’s—and it felt strange and so good. “Wanna tell me what you’re thinking about?”
“Just what we did last time,” Emil told him. “And how I can’t believe I’m here right now.”
Renzo bit his lip as he looked down at Emil, and then he reached out with his free hand and traced a touch over his lips before pushing the digit past his teeth and along his tongue. Emil sucked like his life depended on it, and Renzo pushed until just before his gag reflex was triggered.
