Chapter 17
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
MILES
After the morning Cosimo needed to be brought down from his mood, things returned back to normal. He stayed in bondage for most of that day, let out a few times to piss and eat, but mostly he was under Emmett’s total control.
By dinner, he was exhausted. He had showered, dressed, managed a half a sandwich, then kissed Emmett thoroughly on the mouth, laid a chaste kiss on Miles’s jaw, and put himself to bed.
The next day, it was like nothing had happened at all. Emmett worked from his office, Cosimo went to the hospital, and Miles was feeling a little turned around.
At least, until after dinner.
Until Emmett gave him a look, then drew him into the bedroom by the hand. Cosimo was in there waiting for them, blindfolded, but he wasn’t wearing earplugs or a gag this time. Miles hovered in the doorway, waiting.
“My love,” Emmett said quietly, “I need you to tell Miles what you want from him. He’s not going to be comfortable until you communicate.”
Cosimo let out a short breath, then said, “I want to make you feel good tonight. I’d like you to be part of this with us.”
Miles’s heart jumped in his chest as he looked over at Emmett with wide eyes.
“You can say no, sweetness.”
Biting his lip, Miles shook his head. “Yes, Daddy. I want this. I want him to make me feel good.”
“Good boy,” Emmett murmured, making Miles’s dick kick in his pants. He drew him all the way into the room and shut the door before grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head. “Pants next,” he ordered.
Miles obeyed, taking his clothes off piece by piece until he was entirely naked. He felt a little exposed, especially when Emmett ran an appreciative hand down his front, then cupped his dick and balls in his palm. “Is this for me, sweetness?”
Miles swallowed heavily. “For both of you.”
Emmett groaned and tipped Miles’s chin up and gave him a thorough, messy kiss. “When we’re done here, I’d like you to stay. In bed with us, I mean,” he clarified. “It doesn’t need to be all the time, but I’d like to hold you when we’re done here tonight.”
Miles swallowed heavily, looked over at Cosmo who was nodding, then bit his lip. “Yeah,” he finally whispered. “Okay.”
“Ah, my good, perfect boy. Go sit on the bed.Back against the headboard.”Emmett’s voice was pitched lower and a little scratchy like he was fighting off a cold.
Miles scrambled to obey.While he was doing that, Emmett had stripped down to briefs, showing off his soft abs.
Miles’s own dick sat fat and throbbing against his lower stomach, and in spite of the warm room, his skin was covered in goosebumps.
Emmett smiled at him.“You really are a good boy.You know that, right?”
Miles flushed and shrugged.
“Don’t worry.You’ll know it soon enough.
”Emmett turned back to Cosimo, then circled him, drawing the tips of his fingers over his shoulders.
The larger man shuddered and grunted low in his chest.“Don’t disappoint me now,” Emmett said, tapping Cosimo’s lips.
“Though I wouldn’t be surprised if you do.
You’ve been a drooling, hungry mess since I came up with this idea. ”
Cosimo made an aborted noise, but otherwise, he was silent.
Emmett sighed.“I have a very pretty, very horny boy on the bed.He’s been wanting time with you for days now, but I had to deny him because you were too much of a disobedient little shit and didn’t tell him what you wanted.
But if you can be good right now, I’ll let you taste his dick.
”Emmett looked up at Miles and lifted his hand to sign,‘Okay?’
Miles opened his mouth to answer, then snapped it shut again and nodded his fist.‘Yes.’But not just yes. Hell yes.Fuck yes.God yes.Please, please yes .His dick twitched harder at the thought of Cosimo taking him into his mouth.
Emmett smiled, obviously pleased as he led Cosimo toward him. He climbed up on the bed without an issue, then positioned himself right in front of Miles like he could see him.
Then without warning, Emmett reached out and grabbed Cosimo by the hair and wrenched his head back.His throat looked like it was straining with how far Emmett was tilting him back.
“What do you say to our boy?”
“Sorry,” Cosimo rasped.
“Do better,” Emmett barked.“You’ve already been more pathetic than I’ve seen you in a while.Don’t make it worse.”
Cosimo cleared his throat, then instead of speaking, he lifted his fist to his chest and circled it.‘I’m sorry.’ He switched back to speech. “I should have told you how much I wanted you. How much I wanted this. Please let me make it up to you.”
Emmett looked over to Miles.“Is that enough?”
Miles wasn’t sure what answer he was meant to give.Of course it was enough, because Cosimo hadn’t done anything wrong.At least, not to him.‘I don’t know,’ he signed.
Emmett’s face softened.‘It’s okay.’He released his hold on Cosimo, sending him sagging forward, and he turned, pressing his knee onto the bed.
He crept close to Miles, then took him by the chin.
“You get to decide right now what’s right for you.
For me, his apology is enough.But you need to tell him your answer. ”
Miles swallowed heavily, then pitched his voice louder.“It’s enough.”
Cosimo let out a quiet sob.
But instead of going back to him, Emmett straddled Miles’s thighs, then rose to his knees.“Take my briefs off, baby.”
Miles’s fingers trembled as he did, tugging them down as far as he could manage.Emmett had thin, light brown curls over his mound, the lips swollen and split around a small cock.Miles took it all in, wanting to lean forward and taste.
He licked his lips.
“Go ahead,” Emmett murmured, just loud enough for Miles to hear.
Grabbing the backs of Emmett’s thighs, Miles opened his mouth and sucked the cock between his teeth.
He didn’t bite down—he knew better than that.
He just allowed himself to taste the heady musk of his gorgeous man.
The cock twitched, fat and throbbing with Emmett’s pulse, and Miles gave another hard suck, making Emmett moan.
“Fuck, baby.Your mouth feels so good.”
In front of them, on the floor where he was kneeling, Cosimo grunted again.
Emmett smiled as he stroked fingers down Miles’s cheek.“He likes hearing me get off.He’s not going to come,” he said, making his voice louder.“Not tonight.But if he’s good and sits there like I asked, he’ll get to suck your dick.”
Miles hummed in anticipation, making Emmett suck in a breath.His hips gave a gentle thrust, and Miles laved at his cock with his tongue.
“Touch me,” Emmett said.
Miles’s fingers began to explore the inside of Emmett’s thighs, up and up until he found his hole.It was warm and a little wet, and Miles was able to slip two fingers inside, pumping with the rhythm of his mouth.
Emmett gasped, urging Miles to keep going, tangling his fingers in his hair to control the rhythm.“That’s it, baby.Take Daddy’s cock.God, you’re so good at this.So perfect.”
Miles’s own dick kicked, and he knew he’d shoot off if Emmett so much as grazed him, so he pushed his own hips back as he began to finger Emmett in earnest.He circled his tongue around his Daddy’s cock, licking, sucking, drawing out the pleasure as best he knew how.
Emmett’s moans were like a symphony, and Miles wanted to get lost in the notes.It felt like no time at all, and yet a lingering forever, before Emmett’s thrusts sped up, and then he spasmed around Miles’s fingers, gushing hot and thick over his knuckles.
“Fuck.”Emmett’s voice was thready and weak.He reached above Miles’s head, pressing his hand to the headboard to steady himself, and Miles fingered him through the aftershocks until the pulsing slowed.
Miles pulled his fingers out, and Emmett caught him by the wrist.“Save that.”
Unsure what he meant, Miles remained stock still as Emmett climbed from the bed, kicked his briefs to the corner of the room, then grabbed Cosimo by the hair.He dragged him to the edge of the bed, then gestured for Miles to reach his hand out.
And then it made sense.
Emmett tightened his grip on Cosimo and leaned in.“Open.”
Cosimo obeyed, sticking out his tongue, and Miles stared at it before he touched it with the two fingers that had been inside Emmett.Cosimo licked them clean, groaning softly.
“Good,” Emmett said.Not ‘good boy’, like he said to Miles.Somehow, that settled him.“Now, get on the bed and make him come.”
Miles started to reach for Cosimo when the man began to search, but Emmett shook his head sternly, and Miles quickly dropped his hands to his sides.
‘Good boy,’ Emmett signed, mouthing the words. He didn’t use the sign for ‘boy’ though. It was something else, fingers drawn from the chin. Miles made a mental note to ask later. Right then, it didn’t matter
He was too busy preening under all of Emmett’s attention and praise.
He spread his thighs as Cosimo crept closer, and it wasn’t long before a warm, soft hand was gripping his cock, guiding it to the man’s hot mouth.
He got to work instantly, sucking Miles all the way to the back of his throat.
Miles’s head hit the wall, his eyes rolling back, and a noise he hadn’t realized he could make escaped his chest.
“He’s good at that, isn’t he?” Emmett cooed.Miles felt the bed shift as his Daddy sat.“I mean, he should be.He’s a fucking cock-slut.He’d probably suck a dildo to sleep if I let him.”
Cosimo shuddered and groaned as he began to bob his head, almost like he was trying to rip Miles’s orgasm from his body.
Emmett touched Miles’s chin.“Look at me, baby.”
Miles did.“Daddy,” he whispered.
Pride filled Emmett’s eyes.“We are so lucky to have you.I can’t believe we found you.”
Miles wanted that to be true.So badly.He needed it to be true. He licked at his dry lips as his hips began to move, and Emmett continued to hold his gaze, even as Cosimo began to lick around his slit.
“You ready to come, sweetness?”
“Y-yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Daddy,” Miles gasped.“Yes, Daddy.I’m ready to come.”
Emmett reached down and pinched his nipple.Hard.And then Miles’s vision went white.He was coming before he was aware of it, and when some of his sight returned, he saw Emmett holding Cosimo by the head, forcing him to take all of Miles’s dick as he shot his load.
Cosimo made a soft choking sound, but he didn’t protest.He swallowed it all down, and only when Miles was breathing steady did Emmett let him pull off.There was a moment of tension, one Miles didn’t know how to break.He didn’t know what happened next.
The room was utterly silent.
Then Emmett’s entire body went soft, and he pulled Cosimo into his arms.The pair of them hit the bed, Cosimo’s larger body cradled in Emmett’s arms.He was speaking far too quietly for Miles to understand, but he peered over the edge and watched as Emmett laid a careful graze over his torso, the side of his neck, over his cock.
“…with me?”Emmett’s voice was getting a little louder.
Cosimo cleared his throat and spoke once more in his raspy voice.“I’m here.”
“Ready for the blindfold to come off?”
Cosimo didn’t say anything for a long time, then he asked, “Does he look like he regrets it?”
Miles startled when he realized Cosimo was asking about him.Emmett met his gaze, then grinned. “No. He looks eager to see you. And for you to see him.”
After several small, careful breaths, Cosimo nodded, and Emmett carefully worked the mask off his eyes.It fell to the side, and Cosimo took several long moments before he blinked.For a while, he didn’t look up.Then, his lashes fluttered, and Miles found himself staring into dark, earthy eyes.
“Hi,” Miles said.
Cosimo snorted a laugh, though his lips didn’t turn up into a smile.“You’re sweet.”
Miles had no idea what to do with that compliment.“Thank you.Um.For that.”
Cosimo stared at him, then looked at Emmett.“He’s absolutely yours.”
Emmett’s grin was a little softer, not quite sad but something like it.
He stroked tender but firmer touches over Cosimo’s body until he was fully relaxed, then he eased him up.
“He’s ours. Now, get comfortable.I’m going to get you a protein bar and water.
You can take a bath after I’m happy that you’ve hydrated enough. ”
Cosimo grumbled, but it wasn’t really in argument.He clambered toward the pillows with shaking limbs, and Miles scrambled to the side to give him room.With a scoff, Cosimo stared at him, then rolled his eyes and reached out, dragging Miles close.
He hadn’t realized how much he’d needed that.Cosimo was almost feverishly warm, sweaty and a little sticky, and his embrace was perfect.
“Thank you,” Cosimo rumbled, his voice sending little tingles across Miles’s skin.
“I didn’t do anything.”
“You did.”But he didn’t clarify.He just traced a touch over Miles’s lips, then the shells of his ears, over his eyelids, and down his nose.
The moment was strangely tense and relaxed, but Miles didn’t think it should be any other way.They were basking.They were learning each other.They were building a moment that Miles hadn’t been able to have before now.
More questions burned in his chest, but he wasn’t going to ruin this.
Not yet.
Not before he knew whether or not they wanted to keep him.