Page 28 of Habibi: Always and Forever

Cosimo took in a deep breath, then let it out and reached for Emmett. He swayed back into his husband’s orbit, letting Cosimo draw him close again. “Decide for me, Sir. Decide where I would fit best.”

Emmett closed his eyes and let his chest touch his husband’s. “Here. You fit best right here, in my arms. But,” he added when Cosimo took a breath to correct him, “I know what you mean. Give me at least half an hour.”

“Anything for you.” Cosimo sealed that little vow with a kiss.

* * *

O ver the last several months, all three men discovered that Miles actually did have a knack for cooking.

He’d just never been given the right tools or the right instruction.

Several weeks after he was properly moved in, Emmett let him loose in the kitchen to experiment all he wanted.

Miles eventually confessed it was a lot easier without someone standing over him mocking every choice he made.

Emmett knew that was about his daughter. He knew so much of Miles’s trauma had come from her making him feel small. And while she was working on herself and was starting to look like an entirely different person, he couldn’t help feeling the backlash of the hurt she’d caused.

They didn’t think about that much, though. She took a job in communications in London, and they FaceTimed her every weekend. She was happy. She’d met someone. She was living in a little flat and getting by entirely on her own.

And she seemed, for the first time in her life, content.

So was Emmett. So was Cosimo.

And best of all, so was Miles.

Dinner was relatively silent. Voice off and mostly still hands. Miles was subdued, even after being showered in compliments, so Emmett sent him and Cosimo off to shower while he finished cleaning up the kitchen.

They were waiting for him in the bedroom when he was done.

Miles had his processors on, and he was spread eagle, hands high above his head clutching the sheets. Cosimo stretched alongside him, gripping him. Stroking him. He kept a pace that wouldn’t get Miles off right away.

“Look at you two. My favorite people in the entire world,” Emmett said, closing the door behind him. He pulled his shirt off, then shimmied out of his pants, then his boxer briefs which hit the floor with a dull thud.

His dick was fat and throbbing with need.

“Do you like him this way, Sir?” Cosimo asked.

Emmett pressed a knee to the bed and stroked a touch down Cosimo’s jaw. “Yes, I do. You don’t get much right,” a lie Cosimo ate up like it was the truth he needed to hear, “but you did a good job here.”

Cosimo flushed. Emmett had also learned over the long months of their relationship shift that Cosimo didn’t hate all compliments. He liked knowing he was doing a good job with Miles.

“Daddy,” Miles whined sweetly.

Emmett hummed as he looked at his precious lover, then at his husband. He set his other knee on the bed and crawled forward until he was hovering over Miles’s body. “What would you like tonight?”

“I don’t know,” Miles said very softly. “I…I feel…”

Emmett waited for him to find his words. He knew Miles was hoping he’d fill in for him, but he wasn’t going to. Not this time.

“I don’t like being a disappointment.”

Emmett leaned in and kissed the side of his neck. “No one does. Luckily for you, no one in this room is disappointed.”

Miles groaned and tilted his body like he was trying to feel more of Emmett’s soft kisses. “I just…I don’t understand why I can be so good at learning except when it comes to this.”

“Because you’re putting too much pressure on yourself,” Emmett said. “You know so much. You know enough. You don’t need to be at the top of the class for this.”

“But—”

“No,” Cosimo cut in, squeezing Miles’s dick hard enough to get him to be quiet.

He glanced at Emmett for permission, and Emmett gave it with a short nod.

“This was for you. This was so you could feel safe and not get lost when you wanted to be deaf in the house. And deaf in public. Deaf anywhere you needed to be. You don’t need to be the best at everything. ”

Miles opened his eyes and looked over at Cosimo, then at Emmett. “It’s harder than I expected it to be.”

“I know. We went through it too.” Emmett cupped his jaw and met his gaze, holding it. “That’s not the real issue, is it?”

Miles swallowed heavily and nodded.

Emmett took pity on him. “We’re never going to fall out of love with you because you weren’t successful enough at something. We love you as you are. The man you are now, and every version of you that will come in the future. You’re ours.”

“I know.” Miles whispered so low, Emmett mostly understood through the curve of his lips.

Glancing over at Cosimo, Emmett nodded, and his husband let their lover’s dick go, rolling over to pull open the bedside drawer. Miles groaned in protest, but he didn’t move as Cosimo dug around, then rolled back with the box in his palm.

Emmett wasn’t sure how to do this—how to make it even between them. How to make sure that Cosimo was just as much a part of this as he was. He sat back, then gently urged Miles to sit up. “We have something to give you.”

Miles frowned. “I don’t need anything. You spoil me enough.”

Cosimo rolled his eyes. “Not according to your Daddy. But this is different. Trust us?”

Miles’s frown deepened. “Always, but?—”

Emmett pressed a finger to his lips and held it there for a long beat.

When Miles was settled, he reached over and grabbed Cosimo’s wrist. “We love you. We want to spend the rest of our lives with you. Legally, the world hasn’t caught up to what we need—the three of us,” he added. “But we can at least have this.”

“What—” Miles started, then his words died, and his breath stuttered in his chest because Cosimo opened his palm and then flipped the lid on the box open. Miles’s eyes immediately went watery. “You’re not serious.”

“We’ve never been more serious,” Cosimo said quietly. He sounded…different. Unlike himself. He sounded like the Cosimo who had proposed to Emmett. His voice was shaking just the same as it had all those years ago, and Emmett kind of wanted to cry because that in itself was proof this was it.

This was right.

This was theirs.

“Well, obviously I’m going to say yes,” Miles said with a loud sniff.

Emmett grinned. “Say it in all the languages you know.”

Miles groaned, then lifted his fist and signed, “Yes.” He dropped his hand. “Sì. Ja. Nai. Oui. Ita vero!” With that, he flung himself into their arms, and Emmett quickly kissed him long and deep and lush as Cosimo took his hand and slipped the ring on.

It was a perfect fit. They were a perfect fit.

Miles pulled away, turning his head to kiss Cosimo as Emmett picked up his hand and laid his lips over the ring. It looked good on him. He never wanted him to take it off.

“I need you,” Miles gasped. “Show me that it’s okay. That I’m allowed to fail sometimes. That this is all we need.”

“Yes,” Emmett said softly. He laid Miles against his chest and twisted to lean against the headboard. He was turned on, but he was going to get so much more satisfaction in this moment by making Miles come.

Urging his legs apart, he slipped his hand beneath them and began to toy with his hole.

“I’m going to finger you, and Cosimo is going to suck you. Be a good boy, okay? Try and hold off as long as you can.”

“Okay,” Miles said, his voice weak and thready. He wasn’t going to last, but Emmett didn’t care.

Cosimo leaned over and snatched the lube, coating Emmett’s fingers before tossing it aside and immediately taking Miles into his mouth. He swallowed him down to the root, nose pushing through dark hair as Emmett slipped two fingers inside.

It was an awkward angle, but they’d done this more times than he could count. He knew how to make it work, how to make Miles squirm and beg. So he did. It was seconds before Miles’s hips were fucking forward against Cosimo’s face, and his ass was squeezing around Emmett’s fingers.

“That’s it,” Emmett said. “My precious, perfect, gorgeous man. You are ours. You will always be ours. We are never letting you go.”

Miles cried out softly, his back arching, and Emmett saw it the moment he released with the way Cosimo began to swallow him down. “Oh god oh god, love you love you love you ,” Miles sobbed as he came and came and came.

He went boneless not long after that, and they kissed him until his breathing evened out, and he rolled to the side, looking down at his ring as Cosimo crawled up to Emmett and kissed him thoroughly. The taste of Miles on his tongue was heady and addicting.

“Fuck him,” Miles said to Cosimo softly. “Fuck my Daddy while I watch. Please.”

Emmett grinned over Cosimo’s shoulder. “Oh, my sweet thing. How could we say no?”

* * *

E mmett woke sometime in the middle of the night, deliciously sore from Cosimo’s cock, heart full from both of his lovers, and sated in ways he didn’t realize were possible. Cosimo was curled around his back, snoring softly, but in front of him, Miles was awake.

He was staring at his ring, running his fingers over the rough crusted onyx in the center.

Emmett waved at him and Miles looked up. “You like it?” he signed.

Miles smiled and nodded. He brought a fist up to his lips, kissed it, and pulled it forward. The meaning of that sign was all Emmett needed to know.

He curled his middle and ring finger toward his palm. “I love you. I love you forever.”

Miles’s lips softened into a grin. He let his hand fall down against the pillow, the ring stark against his skin. Shifting closer, he lifted his head, and Emmett kissed him slowly. Deeply. For as long as he could before they both had to breathe.

After a beat, Miles rolled into his arms, and Emmett curled around him. Cosimo grunted and shifted, his hand reaching out, searching in his sleep and eventually going still when his fingers grazed Miles’s arm. Even far from conscious, it was like Cosimo knew.

This was it.

This was their forever.

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T o read Emmett, Cosimo, and Miles’s full happily ever after, grab Tender: The Beginning of Always book four.