Smiling against his mouth, Balta rubbed up on him, hard on his hip, burning even through the denim. Beautiful, pushy man.
They needed to get to the bedroom. Somewhere with a door. Soon. “Balta. Our room, yeah?” Now.
“Sim. Sim, amante. Raul! Make yourself at home, huh? We’ll figure something for supper.” With that, Balta dragged him down the hall to the master bedroom.
Joaquim kicked the door shut, fingers working at Balta’s buckle, the thick leather belt. So rude. He was so rude, but he needed. They wrestled with clothes, both of them stripping to skin, jeans and shirts flying. Balta shoved him down on the big bed, coming down on top of him, kissing him silly.
He wrapped his fingers around Balta’s cock, pumping hard. It drove him mad, the way that made Balta growl and bite at his lips. That sweet dick throbbed in his fingers, Balta moaning and pushing into his fist. So hot, already wet at the tip, Balta was ready to pop, he could feel it.
Turning, Joa got that heavy cock in his lips, pulled until he could taste the salt of Balta in his throat.
“Oh… Joa.” That hard gasp made him want to smile, made him feel like a king. Balta thrust for him, begging with his hips, with those big hands.
“Mm-hmm.” His nose was buried in Balta’s skin, shaft parting his lips, filling his mouth.
Balta started babbling for him, humping hard, praising him and petting him. Those thick thighs rose on either side of his head, Balta’s ridged belly tensing up for him, muscles standing out. Joaquim knew just how to tug Balta over, fingers wrapping around Balta’s balls, rolling the sensitive organs in their sac.
“Jesu!” Balta came for him, hard as a cowboy landing on the dirt at the end of a ride, body shaking and bucking. Those big, square hands held his shoulders, fingers digging deep. Hot and salty, the taste of Balta one of his favorite things, the way Balta needed him another.
“Uhn…Joa. Come here, huh? Want to touch you.” Tugging, Balta got him up to straddle those strong hips, pulling him down for a kiss.
He moaned, cock slapping against Balta’s belly. “Need. Need, please.”
“Sim. Sim, love.” Balta pulled him up more and got one hand around him, stroking hard, up and down. The rhythm felt perfect, just strong enough to make him burn, not quite enough to ease his ache.
“Love. Please, Balta.” He arched, hips moving faster, demanding. His sounds started coming, louder than he wanted them. Balta didn’t help, smiling up at him, not letting him hide or drown them out. No, Balta held his hip with one hand, his cock with the other, and encouraged him on. All the way.
It was too much and Joaquim threw his head back, throat working as he sawed back and forth. So good. So fine.
“Oh,doce. So pretty.” Balta rubbed him until he wanted to scream, until his balls felt like stones, until he just burst with it, then Balta rubbed his spunk into his skin.
“Love.” He plopped down, cheek on Balta’s chest.
“Mm-hmm.Sim. Much better.” Kissing his cheeks, Balta laughed for him, the sound good. Right. His.
“Better.” He nodded, patting Balta’s hip. “Home,sim?”
“Home.” Those dark eyes went wide. “Raul…”
“Oh.” He blushed dark, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. “I… Was I loud?” Oh, he didn’t want Raul to feel badly, to think he was horrible…
“You were… Enthusiastic.” Oh, look at that smile. It distracted him for a moment, making him smile back.
“You make me…” Oh, poor Raul. “You talk to him, Balta? Tell him I don’t want to make him uncomfortable?”
“Of course. I will make sure he’s good, huh?” Sitting up, Balta kissed him hard before giving him a back-pounding hug. “We’ll feed him good for supper.”
“We will. Papi said he left hamburger.” Oh. Balta was good to him, talking to Raul.
“Then we can use the grill,sim? Raul will like that. I bet he’s good at the grill.” Balta eased him off, letting him slide to the bed. “I’ll go talk to him now, if you want to clean up.”
He kissed Balta’s cheek. “Thank you. I’ll be out soon,sim?”
“No problem,namorado. Take your time.” It wasn’t until Balta had gotten up and pulled on his jeans, wandering out of the room with a jaunty bounce in his step that it occurred to Joaquim that the expression on Balta’s face just now? Always meant he was up to something.
Always.
Joa pursed his lips, thinking. Wicked demon lover.
Beautiful man.
He headed for the shower, trying to decide if he was worried or excited.
