On his back. On his side. On his belly. Mouth. Lube. Fingers. Dildo.

Brendan slept sprawled across the bed, but Emmett didn't begrudge him the space. He'd been so fucking beautiful, so fucking wanton and responsive and wild. He'd thrashed on the bed with Emmett's tongue in his ass. He'd pulled his legs to his chest so Emmett could work slick fingers into him, shaking a little more with each one, crying out harshly when the fourth went in.

He'd groaned long and loud when Emmett started fucking him with the dildo. He'd panted and made short, sharp noises while Emmett watched him take it, inch by inch. Emmett had to look, had to see Brendan's body stretch to accommodate his fingers then the slick green silicone that stretched him wide.

Brendan had turned onto his side and curled his body into a ball. Emmett had shortened his strokes, using just the broad head of the dildo, working it in and out as fast as he could. Brendan pulled so hard at the sheets that the bottom one popped off and his fingers gripped the edge of the mattress.

Emmett pushed Brendan over onto his stomach and settled between his legs. "Knees up," he said, and Brendan obeyed, lifting up enough to fold his knees under his belly. Emmett pulled back and tried out a few angles until Brendan gave a broken whimper into the pillow.

"That's it," Emmett said, still watching the dildo slide in and out. "That's it. I'm gonna make you come like this, Brendan." He pushed the dildo in as hard as he could. "Just...like...this."

Brendan bucked backward to meet the thrusts, then moaned into the pillow as he started to come. Emmett pulled the dildo out fast, causing Brendan to make a noise of another sort, then lined his cock up and slammed inside. He wanted to feel the last spasms of Brendan's orgasm. Brendan's ass clenched against him, and Emmett fucked him through it, fucked him after it, came, and then pulled out and fell beside Brendan where he had collapsed down onto the bed.

When he caught his breath, Emmett took the dildo to the bathroom and put it in the sink, then took a wet cloth out to Brendan. Brendan didn't even move while Emmett cleaned him up. Emmett cleaned himself up, then took the cloth to the bathroom. When he came back, Brendan was sleeping, sprawled across the bed.

Emmett didn't begrudge him the space.