“Mmm. What things?” Joaquim groaned softly, the sound of hand rubbing flesh unmistakable.
Bless him, Joaquim was sadly wrong if he thought he was going to get off that easy. Balta’s back popped when he stood up—oh, he was getting old.
“Balta?” Joaquim’s hands landed on his hips, steadying him. “Como vai? You okay?”
“Mm-hmm. Just stiff. Not used to bending for you, huh?” He turned and gave Joaquim a smile, winking down. It had taken time, a bit, for Joa to believe, to know he was strong and would not break. “Up,doce. I need the bed.”
Joaquim stood, dick full and bobbing, slick and wet at the tip, pointing the way to the bed.
Balta groaned, reaching out to push at the slit of Joa’s cock, watching the skin wrinkle, then bounce back. He licked his thumb clean, smiling. “Like you were before, I think. On your back, huh?”
“Uhn…” Joaquim’s eyes rolled, one hand reaching down to cradle the hard cock as his lover moaned, nodded.
“On the bed,doce. No touching.” Joaquim would fight him for a moment, wanting to get off fast and hard. Balta just stared, waiting. That flat belly went rigid, flushed, Joaquim’s hand shifting a second, holding, petting before falling away.
“Sim. Sim, Balta. I need.” Joa stepped back, heading for the bed.
“I know.” He was coming up again already, just from watching. Slower, less urgent, but still good enough to make his lower belly ache. He waited until Joaquim was down and spread for him before remembering to grab the tube of slick stuff.
Joaquim stretched out, thighs spread, cock bobbing, leaving wet kisses on smooth skin. The urge to go lick that flat belly almost took him, but Balta had been thinking about what he wanted all day. So instead he started stroking himself, pushing his cock to harden fully. Teasing Joaquim some more.
“Balta…” He could see Joa fighting the urge to touch that needy prick, fingers fisting in the bedspread.
“Good. That’s good,doce. Perfect.” Good behavior should be rewarded, so Balta slicked his fingers up, going to push Joaquim’s knees back against his chest. “Hold just like that, huh?”
Joaquim nodded, pink tongue flicking out to wet sweet, swollen lips. Pressing his fingers to Joaquim’s hole, Balta worked the lube around, getting his lover slick, getting him ready. Only when Joaquim relaxed did he push one finger inside. A deep, soft sound slipped from Joa, that hole squeezing his finger, almost hugging it.
“Breathe,namorado. I need in.” Pulling out and pushing in, Balta got Joaquim riding his finger and moaning before sliding two more in, knowing Joa loved the burn and stretch.
“In…” He could feel the touch of those dark eyes, lids heavy as Joaquim stretched, spread.
“Sim, doce. In.” He pulled free, grabbing Joa’s legs and pulling them up over his shoulders, hands cradling that tight ass. Joaquim moaned, hands opening and closing, eyes wide and dark. Nodding, Balta pushed his cock where it needed to go, feeling Joa open to accept him. He pulled at Joaquim’s ass, moving his hips in short thrusts.
“Balta.” Joaquim’s hands slid up along his arms, squeezing, trying to get a grip on him.
“See what you do? Made me hard again already. Made me ready to have you.” Look at that golden skin, flushing darker for him with every stroke of his cock inside Joa’s body.
He got a nod, a deep, raw moan. He had never seen anyone respond so well to being stretched, filled, loved.
Lifting, he pulled Joaquim almost vertical before speeding up, moving faster and faster. He’d thought he could hold back after coming once, but he just couldn’t. Not when he had Joa like the man had been in his dreams. Joa’s head was thrown back, throat working as they slammed together.
It was the belly and chest that did it for Balta. Joaquim worked hard for washboard abs. It was his duty to admire them. Balta did just that, letting go of Joa’s ass with one hand to pet and stroke.
“Lower. Balta.” Demanding lover.
“Not yet. I want.” His thumb rubbed against the freckle right next to Joaquim’s navel.
“Want…” Joaquim tossed his head, gasped.
“What do you want,namorado? You must be very specific.” He knew. Joaquim wanted his hand.
Joaquim moaned, lips parting as his fingers found a sensitive spot, shorting his lover out. He curled his thumb and fingers around Joaquim’s cock, pulling gently even as he rocked his hips harder. Their skin slapped together, their bodies moving in time.
“Love. Love.Ajudar-me. Por favor.” Oh, yes. Yes, he would help.
“Sim, doce. Sim.” Pulling harder, Balta thrust, his thigh muscles bunching and straining. His need rose up his spine, pulling his balls up.
“Balta!” Joaquim bucked, ass slamming down onto his hips, seed pouring over that flat belly.
So pretty. He stared, his ass clenching, his hips snapping. Then he came hard, his eyes trying to roll back in his head. He could feel those muscles, working around his cock, making the pleasure last and last.
Two standing orgasms might have been one too many for a man his age, huh? Balta let Joa’s legs slide off his shoulders, slipping down to cover that strong body with his.
“Mmm. Balta.” Strong arms wrapped around him.
“Amante.” Joaquim truly was the best thing that ever happened to him.
“Sim. Sim, Baltazar.” No one loved like Joaquim did.
Sometimes Balta wondered if he deserved it. Or if he could give Joaquim what he needed. Balta wasn’t going to stop trying, though. Not one bit.
