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“You good?” Joaquim kissed his chin, his chest, almost like praying.
“I am so good I might die a happy man, huh?” He stroked down hisdoce’sback, finding each bump of spine and shoulder blade and hip.
Strong fingers returned the favor, knowing just where his back ached and helping.
“Mmm. We should shower, huh?” Not that he wanted to move. Really. Maybe they would wait until morning.
“Mm-hmm.Um segundo, sim?” Joaquim hummed, petting him nice and easy.
“Sim…” Scooting up just a bit so they were on the pillows, he pulled Joa up on his chest, wrapping one leg over him. “Later.”
They could wait on the shower. Just like he could wait to bring Raul home with them.
For a little while.
