“Look at you,doce. So pretty. All for me.”
“Balta.” Joa’s moan was sweet like candy and he could hear his name in that voice for years.
He kissed Joa again, speeding the motion of his hand. He had to know what other noises Joa had in him. Joa groaned for him, fingers finding his nipple, circling it. His breath caught, his cock jumping. That simple touch nearly had him going off like a rocket. Then Joa pinched, tugged.
Balta felt it start at the base of his spine, moving up hard from his balls. He came fast, not prepared for it at all, not even undressed. It would have been embarrassing but for the need in Joa’s eyes.
Joa grunted, lips pressing against him, tongue slipping in to taste him, again and again as seed poured over his fingers, Joa’s orgasm answering his own. The scent caught him off guard, strong and male and delicious. Oh,deus,help him, there was no going back now.
Of course, now was the tricky part—to stop the worry and blustering and oddity.
Balta waited until Joa opened his mouth before taking one final kiss, forestalling any sort of protest. It was too perfect to ruin.
