A/N: Sorry this chapter has been a while in coming, I've been busy with my new WIP which is called Meant to Be. Please check it out if you haven't looked yet. It's Seth/Riley AU, already six chapters in. It's going to be a long one.

This story on the other hand, is nearly over. This is the last proper chapter, but there will be an Epilogue and a few outtakes to follow, so you don't have to say goodbye to these boys just yet.

The following weekend we're lying in bed having a lazy Sunday morning together. I've just finished sucking Riley's cock, and I'm lying between his thighs lapping at his balls while he wriggles and gasps, when his phone rings from the nightstand.

I push myself up and crawl over to look. "It's your mom," I inform him.

"Can you pass it?" he's still breathless, spread out on his back on the wrinkled sheets. I pout, because I haven't come yet and my dick's impatient. "I'll be quick, I promise," he grins at me.

I huff, but I pass him the phone and collapse back on the bed beside him and close my eyes. I can taste his cum in my mouth. I chase the flavor around my mouth with my tongue and swallow again.

"Hey, Mom... yeah I'm good thanks... you?" He pauses and I can hear the tinny scratch of her voice as she chats to him. "Emmett?" My ears prick up. "Yeah, he's fine too."

My eyes fly open as I feel Riley's free hand close around my dick. It's started to soften but he has me hard again in a few strokes. I try to bat his hand away, but he's determined so I give in and let him get on with it. He rolls onto his side and switches his phone into his left hand, leaving his right hand free to work on my cock. I bite my lip and try to stay quiet, but he makes it difficult when he twists his wrist just right.

"I think next weekend will be okay," Riley's saying. I'm barely taking his words in now. My focus has narrowed to the repetitive movement of his hand on my cock and the slow build of tension that it's causing. I spread my legs a little and bring a hand down to cup my balls and squeeze. "I'll ask him now," Riley says. "Hold on for a moment."

He pulls his phone away from his face and looks down at my cock, then back up at my face. He grins at me, licking his lips.

"Mom wants to know if we can go and visit next weekend?" He raises his eyebrows, his hand moving faster over my dick.

"Uh... yeah, sure." My voice is a little hoarse. I'd agree to anything at this point as long as he doesn't fucking stop. But I really do want to meet Riley's parents anyway.

"Good," he smiles, then removes his hand making me huff with frustration. He crawls down the bed to lick the pre-cum away from the tip of my cock, I gasp, my hips bucking up reflexively.

"Riley," I hiss. "Your mom's waiting."

He pulls back and grabs the phone, curling his fingers around my dick again but staying down at eye level with it. "Yeah, that's fine. We'll drive over on Saturday." His voice is light, his eyes intent, watching as the shiny red tip of my cock emerges from his fist with each stroke.

I twist my fingers into the sheets with the effort of keeping quiet and still. I'm so fucking close now.

"Okay, Mom." He slows and runs his thumb teasingly over the head and around the rim. I lift my head and glare at him as he grins innocently. "I have to go now, I'll call you again before Saturday to confirm times." There's another long pause. Riley's mom is clearly a talker. I bite my lip and try and remember to breathe while he carries on torturing me with gentle touches. "Yeah, he's looking forward to meeting you too, Mom." Riley smirks, catching my eye. "Okay, I love you too, Mom. Bye."

"Fucking finally!" I growl, grabbing his hair roughly and pushing his lips towards my aching cock.

He chuckles and drops his phone, letting me man-handle him until I have him where I want him - kneeling over me with his lips wrapped around my dick. It's only a matter of minutes before I'm arching and bucking up, emptying into his mouth as he hums and swallows, holding my hips steady with a firm grip.

He crawls up and kisses me, deliberately letting me taste my cum where it lingers on his tongue. I pull him down on top of me and grip his ass, grinding up against him, still half-hard and deliciously sensitive.

"So," I say when I finally let him go. "I'm gonna get to meet your folks next weekend huh?"

"Yeah," his smile is wide, excited. "Yeah, you are."

XOXOXOX

Riley's parents live a couple of hours away in a rural area. Public transportation isn't an option so we decide to take my car because it's more reliable than Riley's old truck.

We were out late with friends the night before, so we leave after lunch because Riley wanted to sleep in. That's fine by me. Although I'm kinda excited about meeting his parents, I'm nervous too, so I'm happy for this first visit to be a short one.

Riley sprawls out in the passenger seat, fidgeting and fiddling with my iPod. He talks incessantly, telling me stuff about his family and his childhood. As usual he's utterly incapable of keeping his hands to himself, holding my hand when I don't need it for driving and squeezing my thigh the rest of the time. I tell him off when he reaches for my dick and tries to make me get hard. Driving with a boner is no fun and I don't want to be limping and adjusting myself when I get out of the car to be introduced to his parents.

Riley directs me when we pull off the freeway, making sure I don't miss the turn. We drive through a small town, then through some woodland before we finally pull up outside a ramshackle farmhouse on the edge of the trees, surrounded by a few acres of land.

"This is cool," I say. "It must have been fun growing up here."

"It had its moments," he turns and grins. "I loved it when I was really young, it was great for climbing trees and making forts... but when I was a teenager I wished I lived in town closer to my friends. Mom and Dad got fed up with having to drive me everywhere until I was old enough to use the car. Rachel would sometimes let me tag along with her though."

Rachel, Riley's sister, is a couple of years older than him. I won't get to meet her this weekend; she's a teacher and lives in California. Riley wants us to fly there to visit her sometime though; he's always been pretty close to her.

Riley leans over and kisses me, squeezing my thigh again before turning to open the door. "Let's go," he says.

I pop the trunk so we can grab our bags, and just as I slam it closed the front door of the house bursts open and a woman comes bursting out and down the steps in a blur of movement.

"Darling," she throws herself at Riley, wrapping her arms around him and hugging him enthusiastically.

"Hey, Mom," Riley hugs her back and kisses both cheeks before pulling back to grin at her.

She looks like him, slender with delicate features and dark eyes. They have the same complexion, but her hair is colored a dark red.

She turns to me and smiles warmly.

"Mom," Riley smiles, a rare flush on his cheeks. "This is Emmett."

I smile and offer her my hand, "it's lovely to meet you, Mrs Biers."

She ignores my hand and pulls me into a hug too, kissing my cheek lightly as she insists. "Please, dear. Call me Charlotte. It's great to meet you at last, although Riley's talked about you so much that I feel like I know you already." She releases me and studies me for a moment, smiling. "Come in and meet Peter, he's shut away somewhere grading papers. I'm sure he'll be glad to be dragged away from them for a while."

We grab our bags and follow Charlotte up the steps and through the front door. I stand in the hallway and look around. The house is old, lived-in, cluttered with stuff. It feels welcoming - if a little chaotic - very different from what I grew up with. My mom has always been a bit of a neat freak. Here I get the impression that tidiness isn't a quality that's considered very important.

I'm interrupted from my musings by the sound of claws clattering on the floorboards and am nearly knocked off my feet when a huge, wolf-like dog launches itself at me. It stands on its hind legs, trying to reach my face to lick, tail wagging so hard that its whole body wiggles with it.

"Billy, down!" Riley laughs. "Sorry, I forgot to warn you about him."

"That's okay," I pat the giant dog on the head and push him down gently until all four paws are on the floor again. "He's cute." Billy promptly sticks his nose in my crotch, making me chuckle and push him away again.

"Quit it, Billy." Riley's tone makes the dog back off, looking sheepish. "That's not for you!"

Riley's mom giggles as I blush furiously. I haven't been in the door five minutes and my boyfriend is already embarrassing me in front of his parents. Knowing Riley, I'd better get used to it.

Footsteps on the stairs make me look up to see a man descending. He's not as obviously like Riley as Charlotte is. His longish hair is sandy colored and his eyes are blue behind silver framed spectacles. But when he smiles I can see the resemblance in the warmth and width of his grin.

He pulls Riley into a quick hug of greeting, then turns to me.

"Hi, Emmett," he shakes my hand and claps me on the shoulder warmly. "I'm Peter. Welcome to the madhouse."

I return his shake with a firm grip and we exchange pleasantries until Charlotte intervenes.

"Riley, why don't you and Emmett take your things up to your room."

"Yeah, that's cool," Riley grins as I feel my face heat again, but I smile too. Their easy acceptance of us as a couple makes me feel pretty good. "Come on, Em." He grabs his bag and leads the way up the creaky wooden staircase.

Every spare bit of wall on the upstairs landing is lined with bookcases. They're all full, many with horizontal stacks of books piled up in front of the vertical rows behind. They're jumbled and dusty in places and a quick glance shows me an eclectic mixture of titles; from classics to thrillers, romance to biographies.

"Wow!" I say, pausing to look around me. "Who's the reader in the family?"

"All of them really," Riley replies. "I'm the exception. I mean - obviously I read, but I'm not passionate about it like the rest of them. Dad teaches literature in high school and Mom majored in English and American Lit too, although she's a therapist now; so reading is a hobby rather than part of her job. Rachel's always read a lot too."

"It looks like a library," I chuckle.

"Yeah, Dad's always trying to persuade Mom to streamline the collection but she can never bring herself to give books away, just in case she ever wants to re-read them. Anyway…" he says. "Let me show you where we are."

He turns left at the top of the stairs and pushes open the first door. "So, this is my room… our room," he corrects himself with a smile. He puts his bag down on the floor and I do the same. "The bathroom that we'll use is just next door. Mom and Dad are on the other side of the house, with Rachel's old room and Mom and Dad's office between us. They have their own bathroom so the one here is all ours."

"Cool."

I look around, taking in the details of Riley's childhood room. Like the rest of his family home it's full of stuff. A double bed fills the center of the room, with a wardrobe in one corner and a chest of drawers beside it. Shelves are filled with books and old toys from when he was a kid. A pin board over his desk is covered with old photos, some of which show Riley at various times in his life – a skinny child on a beach, a gawky teen mucking around with other kids in a park somewhere, an older teenage Riley looking emo with dyed black hair and wearing something that looks suspiciously like eyeliner. In all of them he's grinning widely, instantly recognizable to me.

Riley draws my attention back to him by putting his arms around me from behind and leaning his chin on my shoulder. "It's a mess, I know. I take after my mom in not being very good at getting rid of things."

"I like it," I say. "It makes it easier to imagine what you were like when you were younger."

He puts his hands on my waist and turns me to face him. We're almost exactly the same height.

"I wonder what we'd have thought of each other if we'd met in high school," he muses.

"You'd have thought I was a dumb jock," I shrug, grinning. "Mostly because I was."

"You'd have thought I was a weird emo," he grins back. "You'd never have wanted to associate with me."

"Well I'm glad we met when I was old enough to appreciate you then." I grab his ass and pull him in close, kissing his lips softly, parting them with my tongue.

"Mmm," he kisses me back, his fingers curling into my belt loops. "Me too."

XOXOXOX

We spend most of the afternoon outdoors. It's a fairly mild spring day and the sun's out.

Riley shows me around. We feed the chickens in the back yard and walk around the small bit of land that belongs to his parents. They're quite self-sufficient, growing a lot of their own produce. It's very different to my parent's house in the suburbs and their neatly manicured garden.

We take Billy for a walk in the woods and Riley shows me his favorite tree to climb when he was a kid. We sit high in the branches, exhilarated, admiring the view while Billy barks and stands on his hind legs scratching at the trunk, impatient for us to come down.

I'm closer to the trunk so I scramble down ahead of Riley. I'm still about eight feet up when I feel a branch snap under my feet. I only have one hand on the tree and it's not enough for me to regain my balance. I tumble with a yelp, scraping my hands as I scrabble for purchase to no avail. I land on my back at the foot of the tree, knocking all the wind out of my body, leaving me breathless.

"Shit!" Riley shouts, alarmed. He leaps nimbly down beside me, his face distressed. "Are you okay?" I still don't have enough air to speak, my head spinning from the shock of the fall. "Fuck, Emmett!" Riley looks really scared now. "Don't try and move. I'll go get help."

"No," I croak out, reaching out my hand to grab his sleeve.

He still looks worried, my effort at speaking obviously not reassuring him much. So I try and sit up but he holds me down, hands on both shoulders. "No, keep still, you might have a spinal injury or something... fuck!"

I gasp in a breath and try again. "Riley," my voice comes out stronger this time. "I'm okay, stop freaking out. I just winded myself."

He stares down at me, his hands still on my shoulders, pinning me down. "You really fucking scared me for a minute there, you realize?" His eyes are wild, face flushed.

"I'm sorry," I say. "But really, I'm fine."

And then I pull him down on top of me, and the breath is knocked out of me for the second time in as many minutes. But this time it's by the weight of Riley's body so I'm not complaining. He kisses me hard, with an edge of desperation that I've never felt before. I hold him tightly and kiss him back, until he pulls away and we both gasp for breath. His eyes are bright, intense, and I realize that he's fighting back tears.

"Hey," I say, putting a hand up, stroking his cheek. "It's okay."

"Sorry," he mutters, embarrassed. "I just panicked there for a moment. I really thought you'd done something horrible to yourself."

I pull him down into a hug and he tucks his face into my neck, his breathing uneven and shuddery. Then he mutters something against my skin, his lips tickling, the words indistinct.

"Huh?" I ask. "What did you say?"

He lifts his head and looks at me again and there's determination in his face as he repeats himself, clearly this time.

"I think I'm in love with you." His words take my breath away yet again. It's really not a good day for my oxygen levels. I stare at him, my heart pounding, but there's a smile creeping across my face that I have no control over. "Actually..." he continues, filling the silence, "I know I am. I've known for a while. And something about you being an idiot and nearly killing yourself falling out of a tree made me want to mention it."

"An idiot, huh?" I quirk my eyebrows.

He gazes back, his face taut and strangely vulnerable, and I realize that he's waiting for me to respond.

I think about how Riley makes me feel, about how our apartment feels like home now because he's there, about how I've been starting to hope that we might have a future together.

It's kind of a no-brainer really.

"I love you too," I say simply.

And then, because I'm not really very good at talking about this stuff, I just grab him and kiss him again. He seems to be okay with it.

We're rudely interrupted a few minutes later by a bored Billy trying to join in. That's a lot more wet slobbery tongue than is required; so we pull apart, laughing and push Billy away while Riley wipes dog-spit off his cheek.

"Eww," I grimace, glad that Billy mostly missed my face with his attentions.

"Just be glad he didn't start trying to hump us," Riley laughs.

We walk back to the house hand in hand, and I feel ridiculously fucking happy. Every time we catch each other's eye we grin like fools.

XOXOXOX

The rest of the afternoon passes in a happy blur of smiles and sneaky touches. Riley's dad is still shut away with the essays he has to grade, so we help Riley's mom in the kitchen for a while. Then Riley starts raiding the cupboards looking for snacks and is getting in her way, so she shoos us out with some cookies. We eat them in the living room while we watch TV.

The living room is like the rest of the house, a little tatty and cluttered but homely. The couch is fabric covered, threadbare in places but squishy and comfortable. I sit at one end and Riley sits next to me, leaning in close, pulling my arm around him. I somehow know that his parents wouldn't feel uncomfortable seeing us like this, so I let him scooch close and enjoy the warm weight of him against me.

Billy tries to sneak onto the couch next to Riley - if sneaking is a word you can use for a hundred pound furry monster - stealthy he isn't. Riley pushes him off with a gentle shove and a "no, Billy, you know the rules." Billy stretches out on the rug with his back to us, clearly sulking.

"You've hurt his feelings now," I remark.

"He never learns," Riley shakes his head in amusement. "He's convinced that he's human."

Riley's parents join us in the living room eventually, with cups of tea and weekend papers and sit on the other couch together. Riley goes to the kitchen to get sodas for us since I'm not really a tea-drinker. When he returns he sits close to me again and our knees touch, although I don't put my arm back around him for now.

Peter's doing a cryptic crossword with occasional help from Charlotte who's mostly reading but can't resist looking over his shoulder every now and again. He grumbles at her for interfering but obviously doesn't really mind. I get the feeling that this is a weekend ritual that they both enjoy. They're relaxed together, their love for each other visible in the way they look at each other and in little touches. I can see why Riley's so tactile; they're obviously a family who are comfortable with physical affection.

I find my arm creeping around Riley again, feeling bold as I pull him a little closer. He snuggles in, and turns to brush a fleeting kiss on my cheek before turning back to the TV.

Dinner is similarly relaxed. Charlotte has roasted a chicken and we eat at the kitchen table, the conversation flowing freely. They ask me about my family, my plans for the future. I tell them honestly, that I'm not really sure what I want to do after college. I'm keeping my options open at the moment.

What I don't say, but am thinking, is that whatever I do - I want to be with Riley. We haven't talked about what will happen after college yet, but after today I'm pretty confident that he'll want to work out a way that we can continue living together. So, if Riley gets a job after college, I'll go wherever he ends up while I work out what I want to do with my life.

After dinner Riley and I insist on washing up and clearing away, sending his parents through to the living room to chill. I wash and he dries and puts stuff away. He gropes my ass every time he passes behind me, his touch getting progressively more teasing as his fingers skim the curve of my butt, slipping down low to where he knows I'm really sensitive.

"Stop it, you fucker. You're making me hard," I complain.

"Oh shut up, you love it." He flicks my ass with the dish towel.

"You're such a tease," I tell him. "If I wasn't wearing soaking wet rubber gloves I'd get you back."

"Oh really," he presses up close behind me now, grinding into my ass, showing me that I'm not the only one who's enjoying this little episode. "Wet rubber gloves sound quite interesting to me; just think of the sound they'd make on my ass if you spanked me."

Sweet Baby Jesus, he's trying to kill me.

"Shut the fuck up," I growl at him. "I'm not spanking you in your parents' house."

"Spoilsport," he finally pulls away. "Save that for another day then."

XOXOXOX

For the rest of the evening all I can think about is getting Riley upstairs and naked underneath me - or on top of me. That would do fine too, just as long as I'm inside him.

He teases me as usual.

He's a master at it. The more he knows me the easier he seems to find it. He knows exactly how to look at me to drive me wild; exactly which subtle, chaste touches make me achingly hard with the promise of a different type of contact as soon as we're alone.

We're back in our earlier position on the couch, playing Trivial Pursuit with his parents. My dick is hard nearly constantly. Just when I think I'm getting a reprieve and it starts to soften, Riley flashes me a knowing look, or brushes his hand over my knee as he reaches for a card to ask a question and I'm lost again because I know that he's thinking about sex - about having sex with me, and about all the things he wants to do to me later, or have me do to him. I feel a thrill run through me at the thought.

Fucking finally, we pack up the game. Charlotte and Peter get to their feet first.

"Well, good night boys," Peter says amiably, stretching his shoulders and yawning.

"Yes, sleep well," Charlotte smiles at us both.

"Good night, thanks for dinner," I grin at them both, trying to look cool.

It feels really weird that I'm about to take their son to bed, under their roof. It somehow makes me feel like an odd combination of awkward teenager and proper fully-fledged adult all at the same time. It's very confusing.

We let them go up ahead of us and the atmosphere thickens as soon as the door closes behind them. All the tension that's been building between us is just below the surface now. Riley turns towards me to kiss me, clambering across until he's in my lap. I love it when he straddles me like this. It's so intimate, as close as we can be without me being inside him.

We kiss until we're breathless and my heart feels like it's going to burst. Something feels different tonight. The memory of the words we spoke to each other in the woods earlier is there, making our kisses that much sweeter, that much more intense.

I feel him growing hard against me and my erection is back in full force now as he hums into my mouth, his fingers in my hair, scratching lightly at my scalp the way I like.

I can't wait any longer.

I pull away from his lips, kissing down his neck, licking and sucking at his skin. "Take me to bed," I murmur. "I want you."

He pulls my face up and licks his lips before kissing me again, lightly this time. His dark eyes bore into mine. "I want you too, so fucking much."

He slides off my lap and takes my hand, pulling me up, taking me with him.

XOXOXOX

I'm sitting in Riley's bed, waiting for him to finish in the bathroom. I'm already naked, I didn't see the point in keeping any clothes on.

I feel strangely nervous now that the mood has been temporarily broken. We've had such an amazing day together. It feels like a huge milestone in our relationship and now I want so badly for this to be perfect. It feels like a first time, even though we've been together countless times before.

The room is dimly lit, there's just a small lamp on by the side of the bed. I wait, listening to the sounds of water running through the pipes, the flush of the toilet, the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing and Riley's feet on the landing outside.

I feel as nervous as a virgin, I need to get a grip.

The door creaks open and Riley slips in quietly. He's dressed only in a t-shirt and black boxer briefs and my heart flips when he smiles at me.

He crosses the room towards me.

"You're overdressed," I grin, gesturing to my naked torso.

"Eager," he nods approvingly. "I like that in a man."

He strips his t-shirt off in one smooth movement, revealing his body, lean and slender. He moves to get into bed with me.

"Uh uh," I stop him, pointing at his underwear. "Those need to come off too."

"You're bossy tonight," he smirks.

"Pot, kettle," I reply as I wait, watching him.

Always the tease, he turns his back on me and shimmies slowly out of the black boxers. He slips them gradually over the cheeks of his ass, revealing it to me inch by perfect inch. He bends, quite unnecessarily, to untangle them from his feet flashing me just a glimpse of his balls and the deep cleft of his ass before he straightens up and looks at me over his shoulder - checking that my eyes are still on him.

Like they'd be anywhere else.

"Turn around." My voice is hoarse, my nerves forgotten, my dick hard in my hand under the sheets where I can't resist touching myself.

And he does.

His body is golden in the light from the lamp, smooth, mostly hairless apart from the trimmed curls at his groin and the happy trail which I love to follow with my lips. My eyes drop to his erection where it bobs, hard and flushed, pointing at me.

I reach for him and he moves to meet me. I palm his cock as he crawls over me and presses his lips to mine. Gentle at first, then more demanding. I open up, seeking his tongue and tasting him. I grasp his hips, pulling him closer and we both moan as our cocks brush together. Riley deepens the kiss, rocking his hips against mine, making me hot and desperate.

"Oh, God," I break away from his lips to bite his shoulders, nipping and licking and tasting the slight salt of his skin. I go lower, catching one of his nipples between my teeth and tugging gently, making him hiss and clutch my hair, grinding harder against me.

"I want you so much, Em." His voice is rough, needy. "I want you inside me."

I can never get enough of being inside him. We've tried it the other way around now, but both of us are happiest with me topping. Riley loves to be filled and I'm happy doing the filling.

"How do you want to do it?" I ask, licking at his nipple again.

"Just like this, face to face. I wanna see you," he whispers, pulling my chin up so that he can kiss me again. "We need lube..." He makes to pull away and climb off me, but I stop him with a firm grip on his hips.

"Here," I reach under the pillow and pull out the lube and condom that I put there earlier.

"Such a boy scout," he teases but his eyes are soft and full of love. I can put a name to it now, but I know that I've seen it there for a long time.

I squirt some lube on my fingers and reach around, opening him up as he carries on kissing me and sliding his cock against mine. When he's ready he grabs the condom and rolls it onto me, pumping me slowly as he makes me slick. Then he positions himself carefully and I hold the base of my cock as he slides himself down, an inch at a time, until his ass is flush with my hips. His eyes are on mine the whole time and I forget to breathe, biting my lip as I hold his gaze.

Once he's taken all of me inside him he pauses for a moment, leaning forward again to meld our lips together as I feel him clench around me, adjusting, stretching. I'm overwhelmed by the sensations of Riley surrounding me, consuming me, his tongue in my mouth, my cock in his arse. We carry on kissing, hot, slow, sweet as he starts to rock gently, lifting his hips, sliding gently in a sinuous rhythm.

His hands are everywhere, stroking, touching, clutching. Mine stay on his hips, not guiding his movements - Riley's in control here - but anchoring me. I feel as though I'm drowning, losing myself. The grip of my fingers on his hips, the feeling of him moving under my hands keeps me in the present. I want to moan aloud, to tell him again that I love him again. But it seems even more important that I carry on kissing him, so I do.

As he speeds up his movements I feel the tension building, the heat growing. Riley pulls away from my lips and kisses my cheek and jaw, gasping and whimpering, and I know that he's close. His hands are twisted in my hair, the pain-pleasure sharp and welcome. I move one hand to his cock and he hums his approval as I start to stroke him and push up with my hips in time with his downward thrusts.

"Oh fuck, yes... fuck... Emmett," he mutters, his lips against my neck as his body moves furiously now.

I just moan in response, kissing all the bits of him I can reach with my lips as his cock slips through my fist, wet and slick and oh-so-hard. When he comes, it's fierce and uncontrolled. His body bucks and shudders against me as he spills between us, his groans muffled as he buries his face in my shoulder. He stills, our bodies locked together and the feeling of him clenching around me pulls me over too.

"Riley... fuck," I grip his hips and make him move, thrusting up into him as he rides me through my orgasm. Finally stilling, we slump, our foreheads pressed together, panting breaths mingling as we chuckle - exhilarated, exhausted.

"I love you," I whisper.

He answers me with a kiss, slow and sweet, and I don't need to hear him say the words again to know that he feels the same.

After a quick clean up we slip under the covers together. We put on underwear but nothing else. I love the feeling of his bare skin against mine and I hold him close, his back to my chest, curling myself around him and kissing the bumps of his spine.

"I'm so fucking happy right now," I murmur, breathing in the musk of his skin.

He reaches for my hand that's curled around his hip and links our fingers together, pulling it to rest on his stomach. "Me too," his voice is warm, sleep-soft.

"Just think," I say, squeezing his fingers. "If you hadn't been desperate enough to win twenty bucks, then maybe none of this would ever have happened."

"The corset," he chuckles. "Yeah I sometimes forget that that's what started all of this."

"Mmhmm," I kiss his shoulder, my spent cock flickering with interest at the memory of him in pink lace. "You haven't worn it for a while."

"Well maybe we can remedy that soon," he purrs, wriggling his ass against my crotch.

I smile to myself as I feel his fingers slowly relax in mine.

"I'll hold you to that."

A/N: Before you all yell at me – I will write Emmett's first time bottoming, but it will be posted as an outtake. I couldn't make it fit in the story, which is why you haven't read about it yet. The Epilogue will be posted before that though.

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Sorry for long assed A/N, kudos to anyone who's still reading :P