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“I’m sorry,” Renzo said softly.
Emil’s eyes widened. “You’re saying sorry to me? I was the monster.”
Renzo’s eyes cut to the side, and then he shrugged. “I’m petty. If I had a way to fuck my ex over and ruin his reputation at work, I would. I wouldn’t even hesitate, and I wouldn’t lose sleep over it. Maybe you weren’t the best person in the world, but you didn’t fuck Victor’s partner.”
Emil couldn’t argue there. Hewasn’tthe best person, but there were lines he could never cross. And, he supposed, his most heinous crime aside from keeping Charlie’s secret was letting people think the worst of him. There were rumors upon rumors about things he’d never actually done, and he never bothered to correct them. The less people knew who he truly was, the better.
Or so he thought.
It was a lonely existence, but it was better than someone looking at him with pity, thanks to his past. It was better than anyone knowing what he’d gone through and the life he’d lived before sixteen. It wasn’t his fault, but he couldn’t stop feeling humiliated about what he’d gone through, no matter how hard he tried.
A touch on his jaw brought him back to Earth, and Renzo was staring at him with heavy-lidded eyes. “What is it?”
“Complicated feelings,” Emil said. He tried not to think about how much time had already passed. “Will you kiss me?”
“If I kiss you, I’m not going to want to stop.”
Emil laughed. “That’s not exactly going to discourage me, sweetheart.”
Renzo pinked in his cheeks again and slapped Emil on the chest. “It’s going to lead to other things, and you have a plane waiting.”
“There’s a private jet with Oliver and Victor waiting. And I think they’ll forgive me for being late, considering they’ll know exactly why.”
“Oh God,” Renzo breathed, but when Emil urged him down and pushed his tongue past Renzo’s lips, his argument was lost to a quiet, needy moan.
* * *
This was one way to break in a new sofa.
Emil buried his face against the cushions, the fabric rough against his chin, but he didn’t care. He could barely feel it. Every sensation was eclipsed by Renzo’s warm tongue breaching the ring of muscle in his ass. Emil’s thighs were shaking, his knees unstable beneath him as they sank into thick cotton stuffing, but he couldn’t move.
Renzo’s hands were more than steady as he held Emil in place by the hips, and after what felt like forever, he laid a sloppy kiss to his hole, then pulled away.
“Please,” Emil whined. It had only been a few minutes, but it felt like Renzo had been teasing him for hours. He was past the point of begging, and now he just wondered if this delicious torment was going to be his reality for the rest of his life.
“Don’t be so dramatic,” Renzo said, laying a gentle bite to Emil’s hip.
He hadn’t realized he’d babbled all of that aloud, but he was too needy and desperate to be embarrassed. He pushed up higher on his knees and glanced over his shoulder to find Renzo perched on the edge of the coffee table, his hand slowly stroking his own cock. Emil throbbed and leaked all over his cushions.
“You’re so beautiful,” Renzo whispered. He stood up, then grabbed Emil by the back of his hair and forced his face to turn back toward the window. The blinds were down almost all the way, apart from a small sliver, and Emil could make out people across the street walking along the sidewalk.
He felt a rush of something at the thought of being seen.
“Oh, baby, you like that, don’t you?” Renzo murmured. “I can tell exactly what you’re thinking.”
Emil let out a trembling breath, which ended on a whine. “Fuck me. God, please just fuck me.”
Instead of answering with words, two slick fingers slipped inside him, and Emil’s eyes slammed shut. He buried his face in the sofa cushion to cover the sound of his groan. Renzo just laughed as he fucked him that way, pressing his body weight down on Emil until his legs threatened to give out.
“So loose for me now,” Renzo murmured, and Emil moaned, rough and overwhelmed. “You like that, don’t you? Being sloppy and open.”
Emil was pretty sure his entire body was going to catch fire—or at the very least give up the fucking ghost if Renzo didn’t fuck him soon. “Renzo. Come on. Please fuck me. Please…”
“Okay, baby. I’ve got you.” Renzo ran a soothing hand up Emil’s spine, but the sensation was almost too much. He shivered, and Renzo quickly grabbed him by the hips to angle his ass up and then thrust in, bottoming out in a single slide.
Emil let out an animal noise, burying it in the sofa cushions, and his body started to tremble as he began to fuck his hips backward. He heard Renzo grunt, almost startled, but it only took a second for his lover to get with the program. Emil felt a rush of relief right before the pleasure started to eclipse everything else. His skin was hot, and he felt sweat dripping down his temples as he lost himself to the sensation of being so, so full.
“Yeah,” Renzo breathed out, his voice ragged. His hips snapped forward, sending Emil crashing into the cushion. “Yeah. Look at you fucking take it. Look at you split open on my cock.”
