“My demon.” He stopped, grabbed Balta’s hands. “And I am yours,sim?”
“You are. Nothing will change that. I always want what’s good for you,namorado.” Bringing Joa’s hands up, Balta kissed each one of his scarred knuckles.
“You do.” He leaned, breathed Balta in. “You do.”
Turning, Balta gave him a kiss, his good morning kiss, which he’d missed. It made things better, easier, just to feel that hot mouth against his.
“Mmm.” He thought he could taste Raul there.
“Better, huh?” Winking, Balta pulled him back to the house, getting him settled at the kitchen table and starting to bang potsand pans around. The man cooked like he did everything else—with great enthusiasm and lots of noise.
Joa started stretching, using the chair to balance. He hadn’t been riding for so long.
“Oh…” The tiny sound had him blinking up to find Raul standing in the doorway, wearing a pair of low-slung jeans and some white socks.
“Mmm.Bom dia.” He arched and rolled, then crouched, muscles aching.
“Bom dia.” Raul smiled, and there was nothing awkward about it, only maybe a little shy.
His gaze traveled along Raul’s belly, down the dark trail of curls that disappeared behind the denim. His cock jerked in his jeans and he sank deeper into his stretch. He heard that catch in Raul’s breath again, and out of the corner of his eye he snuck another glance. Raul was bigger than he had been a few moments before.
“Been a while since I rode. I’m a little stiff.”
“I can see that.” Raul smiled all of a sudden, the expression full of mischief.
Balta laughed out loud. “He’s a bit naughty, huh,doce?”
“Sim. Not a demon like you, but wicked.” He kept his hands on the floor, straightened his legs and stretched.
“A demon?” Raul hummed, and the floor creaked as someone moved closer.
Joa nodded, chin bumping his knees. “Truly.”
“Why is that?” It was Raul who was moving, that voice just above him now.
“He… He makes me want things.” His hands reached back, touched Raul’s legs.
“Sim. I can see that. He says things, you know?” Muscles flexed under denim, and he could smell Raul’s hot spice.
Joa stood, halfway, and that pushed his hips back toward Raul, eyes meeting Balta’s. Balta was watching, eyes heavy-lidded, mouth open. Those sharp cheekbones had a red tint to them, and Balta’s wide chest rose and fell fast. A soft sound left him, and he licked suddenly dry lips. His demon. His Balta.
Raul pressed against him, hands coming to rest on his hips. “Are you all right, Joa?”
He groaned, leaned back. That heavy, hard cock teased his crease, making delicious promises. He was incredibly, wonderfully all right. “Sim.”
“Good. Good. I would not want you to be uncomfortable.” Raul was rubbing, and Balta wandered closer, and Joa didn’t feel the least bit upset of all a sudden.
Balta came close as he was deciding whether to stand up or go back down. His lips brushed the soft cotton of Balta’s shirt, just by his bellybutton. Balta moaned, stroking his cheeks for a moment. Then Balta moved to open the faded jeans below that T-shirt, letting what was in, out.
“Balta…” He rested his hands on Balta’s thighs and his legs spread. The scent of his demon filled his nose, made him whimper with hunger.
“Mm-hmm. I need your mouth,Doce. Very much.”
Raul moaned behind him, too, hips popping against his bottom.
One of Balta’s hands cupped his head, encouraging his lips to go where they wanted so badly to be. He wrapped his lips around the tip, sucking softly, gently, wanting that salt upon his tongue.
“Sim. Oh,namorado.” Balta jerked, pushing into his mouth.
