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“Please.”
“Yeah.”
Emmett resisted Lincoln’s attempt to change positions. “Like this. Want to see your face.”
“You can see my face if you ride me. Might be easier for your first time.”
He grabbed Lincoln’s wrist and squeezed. “But then I’d be holding you down.”
Lincoln’s expression went from must-fuck-now to how-did-I-get-so-lucky in one long blink of his blue, blue eyes. “I’ll be fine, I promise.”
Emmett searched his face for any hint of braggadocio and saw none. He pressed a gentle kiss to Lincoln’s mouth. “Okay.”
The shift in positions turned into a small wrestling match, because Emmett didn’t want to stop touching his boyfriend. Stroking and tickling and nibbling on any inch of skin his mouth found. They teased and laughed, and they eventually ended up with Lincoln on his back, Emmett sitting on his thighs.
Emmett clasped their cocks together in both of his hands, lightly jacking them together. Lincoln’s chest and face were delightfully flushed, and he’d long ago lost the ability to breathe in any way besides a pant. He was so wanton and desperate andhis.
Lincoln rolled the condom on, then smeared lube over it. He pumped more lube onto his fingers. Emmett lifted up without direction so Lincoln could press those slick fingers back inside of him. He pushed deeper, rubbing against Emmett’s prostate, setting his entire body on fire. He cried out, slapping both palms flat against Lincoln’s chest so he didn’t fall over. He fucked himself on Lincoln’s fingers, until Lincoln stopped him with a hand on his hip.
“Need to be inside you, babe,” Lincoln said. “Ready?”
“So much yes.”
Lincoln held his hips to keep him balanced while Emmett knee-walked forward. Heart slamming in his chest, nerves humming with delight, Emmett reached behind to claspLincoln’s slick cock. Lined him up with his entrance. Steadily lowered himself.
The blunt pressure took his breath away. The initial burn of penetration made him want to scream. He held his breath, taking more of Lincoln on shallow thrusts, working him inside of his body. Beneath him Lincoln trembled with the force of his restraint, waiting while Emmett took his time, until his ass finally met Lincoln’s hips.
“Holy crap,” Emmett said. “Oh my. So full.”
“You feel so fucking good, Em. Not gonna last long.”
“S’okay.” Neither was he.
Emmett didn’t set a perfect pace. He didn’t fuck like a porn star. He rose and lowered himself as best he could, the slide of a cock in and out of his ass waking up something deep inside of him he’d yet to truly acknowledge. Something wonderful and perfect and so fulfilling he wanted to weep.
His true self rose up and Emmett embraced him with open arms.
“Yes!” Emmett’s orgasm hit without warning, striking hot and hard, and he trembled all the way through Lincoln guiding him onto his side. Latex snapped. Lincoln curled up behind him like he’d done so many times, then thrust his cock between Emmett’s closed thighs. A few strokes covered Emmett’s balls in Lincoln’s release.
Aftershocks danced down Emmett’s spine. His entire body had turned to jelly, so he let Lincoln manhandle him around into a full-body embrace. Arms around each other, legs tangled, bodies sweaty and sated.
Lincoln nuzzled his cheek. “You okay?”
“I’m perfect.”
“Yes, you are. Modest, too.”
Emmett chuckled. “I loved that. I can’t believe I waited so long.”
“You had to be ready. Here.” He kissed Emmett’s forehead. “And here.” Then his chest, right over his heart.
“I know. And we are totally doing it again, as soon as possible.”
“Hah. Wait for the endorphins to fade away, and then say it again when your ass starts to feel it.”
Emmett clenched, enjoying the slight ache in his backside. “Won’t change my mind.”
Lincoln squeezed his ass cheek. “I think I’ve created a monster.”
