The door clicked shut behind him, and he could hear the sound of the shower running, hear Balta bellowing some ridiculous song. He chuckled, shook his head. Balta was… The most amazing man, ever. Crazed, but amazing.
He stripped off his boots and socks, his shirt, and headed into the bathroom. “Como vai?”
The shower curtain swung open, water spraying out and steam billowing. “Oi! Namorado.Are you joining me?” Balta grinned, smile lines etched into his cheeks.
“I am.” He grinned back, hands going to his belt. “We should invite Raul to eat with us one night. He is alone.”
“Yeah? He’s so new, huh? At least there are more people now who speak his language.” As soon as his jeans hit the floor, Balta reached out and reeled him in, closing the curtain behind him. Oh. Wet skin. Lots of it.
“Mm-hmm.” Yes. Nice Raul. Better Balta. He wrapped his hands around Balta’s waist, fingers digging in.
“You like him, huh?” Those soapy hands slid around him, pulling him right up close, rubbing him against that sturdy body.
“Muito bem, sim.” Raul was a good man and… Mmm. Slick and slidy Balta… The calluses on Balta’s fingers rasped against his skin, giving him shivers, especially when Balta cupped his cock, his balls, rubbing everything in a slow circle. That drew him up on tiptoe, his eyes rolling in time with that touch.
“Better now,amante? You were so tense.” That particular massage wasn’t going to make his muscles less tense.
“Sim, sim. I was… It was a bad day. It’s better now.” Much better.
“Good.” That smile made him breathless. Balta squeezed, pulling his balls up against the base of his cock. “I was just making it worse, so I thought I would go, huh?”
“No. No, I was just…” He swallowed hard, belly going tight. “Balta.”
“Sim. Love you.” That smiling mouth closed on his, the kiss going deep and hard in a rush, leaving him gasping. Balta’s hair was thick, wet, like heavy silk on his fingers as he held on, gasping for breath. “Sweet man. So hot. Already hard for me.” One heavy thumb rubbed up the underside of his cock before pressing against his slit.
“Sim. Sim. Mais.” More. He needed this.
“Yes, lover. Anything you need.” Balta kissed his chin, his cheek, the water running down his face, over his shoulders.
“Need you.” He laughed, the last bits of anger trickling out of him.
“Always.” Nodding, Balta rinsed him off, turning him around to slap the last soap bubbles off his ass.
The bare sting made him grunt, scoot into the water.
“Mmm. So pretty.” Far more gentle was the touch to his balls, the press of Balta’s fingers on the skin between them and his ass.
He moaned low, hips canting back just like he was making a correction.
“Mind in the middle, huh?” Balta teased, pushing against his butt, cock sliding along his crease.
“I can ride you, Balta.” Just saying that out loud made his cheeks heat, his chin ducking.
“You can. I love to watch you when you do.” The water stopped flowing, the silence almost shocking. Balta pulled him up, rubbing hard for a moment before moving back, getting them out of the shower. “Bed.”
He nodded, throat so tight he couldn’t speak. Bed. Yes. He got a wild hug, Balta squeezing him, lifting him off his feet. It made him laugh, made the tension ease some.
He took a kiss, just happy and warm. His devil. His Balta.
They stumbled out to the bed area, Balta flopping down with him, their wet bodies soaking the sheets. Good thing they had another bed to sleep in. Joa leaned, licking the droplets of water off the rich, heated skin.
“Oh, good,namorado. You want to kiss me better?” Balta pointed out a bruise on the top of his ribcage, mock pouting for him.
“Poor Balta…” He chuckled and licked, lips wrapping around that bruise, sucking so gently, just enough that Balta felt it.
“Sim!” That big body arched under him, all of those muscles tight and hard for him. Balta’s cock rubbed between them, wet and heated, ready for him to ride.
His lips moved down, finding the skin right above Balta’s nipple, bruising it.
