They finally got back to the hotel, all of them piling out, and Raul thanked them again for the supper and the company. “I should go get some sleep, though. Goodnight.”
Balta watched, torn between letting him go and calling him back.
“Will you have breakfast tomorrow, Raul? With us?”
Joaquim grinned as the lovely smile flashed again, Raul nodding.
Balta sighed, relieved. “We’ll look forward to it, then, huh? See you at eight?” No way would Joa make it any later than that. He’d grown up on a ranch. He got up early. Sometimes Balta wanted to smother him with a pillow. “Come on, Joa.”
“Sim. Sim, Balta.” Joa waved and came to him, cock heavy where it brushed his hand. “Upstairs, Balta.”
All he could do was nod and head for the elevator, waiting before the doors closed to push Joaquim up against the wall and kiss him silly. Barely. Joa rubbed against him, hat in hand, tongue pushing into his lips, hisnamoradohungry for him. He slid his hands down to cup that tight, tiny ass, pulling hisdoceup against him to rub and rub.
“Balta,” Joaquim groaned, biting, tugging his bottom lip.
The elevator dinged, and thank goodness no one was waiting outside. He had Joa’s shirt half out, the belt undone… He took Joaquim’s hand and pulled him along to their room.
They stumbled inside after fumbling with the card key, Joa sliding against him, pushing him to hurry, move faster.
Balta’s back hit the wall across from the door, Joaquim all but swarming up his body so that pretty mouth could take another kiss, and Balta couldn’t help but think of that mouth wrapped around Raul’s prodigious cock. The very thought made him moan and jerk, pushing against that lean body.
It didn’t take Joa long to tear at their remaining clothes, push and tug to get their cocks free, pushing, skin on skin.
“Doce.Sim. More.” His own hands were busy holding Joa up, keeping them balanced. God in heaven, he loved how Joa’s belly all flexed and flushed.
Joa cried out, nodding as they rocked together hard and fast, sharp cries pushing against his skin. They roared toward the finish, faster than any ride, both of them so hard and fast off themark that they were covered in spunk in no time. Balta stared, panting, blinking at the heat of it.
Joaquim held on, muscles just starting to shudder, lips open against his throat. “Buon, Balta.”
Nodding, he felt his knees go weak, and Balta staggered to the bed, holding Joa up. It would be harder on his back to slide to the floor.
They hit the bed, both of them moaning, Joaquim wrapping around him. “Been a good day.”
“It has. You did so good,doce. I wanted to fuck you into the floor after your ride.” After the ride, after watching him hug Raul, after the moaning about the pie…
“Mmm…” That earned him a deep, sharp-edged kiss.
Their cocks hadn’t ever really gone down, and now Balta rubbed against Joaquim again, feeling their wetness ease the way. “Want to fuck you now.”
“Sim. How?” One of Joa’s legs slid up the outside of his thigh, hips canting, making him an offer.
God, how could anyone turn that down? Balta twisted, lifting that leg higher, sort of sliding between them sideways. His cock slid along soft, soft balls, lifting from beneath.
“Balta…” Joa leaned and shifted, letting him in, letting the tip of his dick nudge that tiny hole.
“Like this,namorado? Nothing else?” He would never hurt Joa. Not ever. But he wanted to slide in hard and deep.
“Like this.” That tight, tight ass pushed against him, the swollen tip of his cock popping inside. Squeezing his eyes shut, Balta slid in all the way to his balls. He pressed against Joa’s ass, his breath whooshing out of his lungs. “Baltazar.” His name was bitten out, Joaquim’s hands like iron against him as the muscles around his cock fluttered. “Mas. Mas. I need.”
Nodding, too out of breath to let out his usual spate of babble, Balta started to move, the position allowing him to pushso deep, letting him rock his hips to find that sweet spot inside. Every time he hit it, Joa called out, singing for him over and over, needing him. His hands clenched, his whole body shaking. His muscles worked, his legs tugging at Joaquim’s, trying to get them closer, to move them faster.
They found the sweet spot, both of them working together, Joa pulling as he pushed, the bed squeaking as they rocked. Balta finally found his breath, words pouring out of him, and if he spared a thought for a tiny fantasy of Raul standing outside in the shadows, listening, well… That was okay, too.
“Balta…sim. Sim.” Joa bucked, body tightening, squeezing him so that he could barely breathe.
Shouting, body bending to get every inch inside when he shot, Balta came, his balls emptying hard. He clenched on Joa’s skin with one last desperate pull. Heat sprayed over his belly, the scent of Joa sudden and strong, so male as they shuddered through their pleasure.
They were twisted up like a pretzel when they were done, panting together with sweat and seed drying on their skin. Balta eased back on the bed, turning Joaquim so they could snuggle a bit after the firestorm.
