Vítor
"Nhh, more, fuck, please, Vítor."
I loved nothing more than to unravel the amazing man under me, especially when all it took was a cleverly placed finger.
"What do you want, baby?"
"You, Vítor, I want you inside me." His eyes burned with need, and his words were begging to the point of demanding. His hands roamed gently over my body to whichever part he could reach when I was like this, pinning his body to the bed with my own.
He was sufficiently stretched for me, so I wiped my hands clean on my discarded shirt and guided my already-lubed cock toward his hole, knowing we were both on the brink.
So much had changed in the month since we'd got Afonso back, I sometimes had to pinch myself just to check this was really my life.
Things had been hard for Tiago and his brother at first. After the initial relief of finding his brother, he kept panicking that he'd disappear again, and no amount of reassuring him that Afonso didn't have a reason to run would work.
Once the two brothers had had time to catch up and talk properly, Tiago's worry that Afonso would run was replaced with guilt for what he went through in the last eight years.
I could tell Afonso wasn't faring any better in that respect, so I'd suggested they see a counselor separately to deal with their trauma.
Tiago had resisted initially, but he'd known both he and his brother needed help so they could move forward and rebuild their relationship.
Afonso had been more or less a prisoner for the last eight years, even though he truly believed it had been his choice to stay in the mansion and work for the man we now knew was responsible for thousands of illegal images containing minors. In reality, he'd been a vulnerable teenager who'd escaped one abuser to go straight into the hands of another, more perverse one.
It had been a shock when we went out after he came back home and he'd had a panic attack. As much as we could be there for him, a therapist was better placed to help him deal with what happened to him.
They'd had a few sessions separately and then their counselor had suggested they have a joint session.
I'd driven them and had waited outside because I'd known it was going to be a tough one, but even I'd underestimated how much it would have taken out of the brothers. I'd felt powerless to do anything to alleviate Tiago's heartache. I'd hoped it would get better, but in the meantime, all I could do was give him whatever he'd needed, when he'd needed it, whether it was what he'd asked for or not.
And that's what I was doing now.
"Jesus, baby, you feel so good. So tight," I said through gritted teeth.
"More, faster."
Fuck if I didn't want to pound his ass from here to Porto, but I was holding on by a thread and the tight warmth of his channel was too good.
My lack of response must have tested his patience because he pushed me away so hard I landed on my back with my head to the foot of the bed. Before I could react, he straddled me and impaled himself on my cock.
We both groaned. I felt that I was buried so deep inside him I'd need a map to find my way out. Not that I ever wanted to stop this feeling or be more than an inch apart from Tiago.
He leaned down to kiss me, increasing the speed of his thrusts, which I was powerless to slow down because what he was doing felt so good, I couldn't muster the words or the actions to do anything about it. When he massaged my balls and ran a finger down toward my hole, I came so hard the movement of my hips raised him up. That was enough to start off his orgasm. Rope after rope of cum spilled from his cock, landing on my chest. Tiago was a work of art when he came. It was probably one of the few times he really let go and showed me exactly who he was.
Before he could come down from his high, and while I was still inside him, I pulled him down for a kiss and asked him the question I'd been meaning to ask for a few weeks now.
"Move in with me."
He chuckled. "I already live with you."
"I mean permanently. Don't go back to your apartment."
His landlord had recently been in touch to say that the work to the building would be complete on time and they were only doing a few final maintenance repairs. Tiago would be able to move back within two weeks, which wasn't something I was looking forward to.
"How about Afonso?"
"How about him?"
"I can't ask him to move out."
