“Soon I’m going to use my mouth on you,doce. I would now, but I can’t bend.” Balta’s lips moved against the skin of his throat, stinging kisses pressed there.
“Baltazar!” His spine bowed impossibly, his balls emptying themselves in harsh spurts. His hips thrust restlessly, randomly slamming into Balta’s hand.
“Oh.” A long moan filled the air, Balta sounding delighted, adding to his pleasure. Such an amazing thing to be here, in the day, doing this.
He slumped back, blinking at Balta. How was he supposed to ride, after this? After being melted.
Balta laughed, and it rang out like pure joy. “Such a very good day.”
“I… There is still very much more day left.”
“There is!” Balta patted his cock. “Think what we can get up to!”
Oh,Deus.
Save him.
