Behind him, Raul worked at his jeans, one warm hand sliding down between cloth and skin. He tightened his abs, giving Raul room to work and thrilling at the joint moans he heard when his suction increased about Balta’s dick and his ass ground againstRaul. They rocked together, Balta moving in and out of his mouth, Raul’s fingers finding his crease.Oh, God. Yes, please.
Raul pushed Joa’s jeans down, his touch hot as brands. Balta grabbed his shirt and tugged it up.
The warm air was on his skin for a few seconds before even warmer hands started tracing his body. Raul had his hips, his butt, his belly. Balta’s hands were on his legs, and then his balls. He cried out around Balta’s cock, fingers digging into the heavy thighs.
Dizzy. They made him dizzy.
Raul moved back for mere seconds, and there was bare skin against him, then Raul’s heavy cock against his ass. Hard. So hard. Like Balta between his lips. He arched, hips pushed back in a silent offer. It was the sound that Balta made—desperate and fierce—that let him know how hungry he looked.
Raul breathed a curse, pushing down and up, cock pressing between his cheeks. Not at his hole, really, just enough to give them both friction. Filthy words started pouring down over him, Balta whispering how needy he was, how tight his ass was, how his mouth was perfect around Balta’s cock. From Raul there was only panting, only tiny moans that sounded as much like pain as they did joy. He could tell how much Raul liked it, though. Very much.
Joa closed his eyes against the waves of dizziness, hips moving faster, harder, while he swallowed Balta down. Raul was driving him against Balta, and he almost thought he had two demons now. Raul knew just where to press, just how hard. Balta leaned and Raul pressed and then he could hear them kissing, the sound wet and hungry.
It was too much. In his mind, he could see them, so beautiful, and he knew how Balta loved to kiss. Maybe Raul was that way, too. Maybe he could have more kisses than any man had a right to for the rest of his life.
Joa took Balta down to the root, pulling as hard as he ever had, head bobbing as he demanded. Balta shouted, and it was so good that Balta could, that this was his house and it was safe. Raul’s cock jerked against his bottom, wet heat splashing on his skin.
His orgasm was delayed by sucking and swallowing and breathing and not falling and all those things. Once he was upright, Raul’s arms like steel bands around him, Balta’s rough hand pulling his cock?Deus. Then he had time to come. His entire body jerked, the house spinning like a tornado hit it. When the wildness was over, his head was back, resting against Raul’s shoulder.
Balta leaned close, kissing his mouth, tasting like heat and sweat. “My Joa.”
“Sim. Sim, Balta.” His breath came like he’d been on the weights.
Raul was solid as a rock behind him, panting in his ear. “Obrigado, Joa,” Raul whispered. “For letting me be here.”
“You… It’s good. You. Here. With us.” He was proud that he knew so many words.
Balta was the one who laughed at him, not Raul. “I think Joaquim needs breakfast, huh? He likes orange juice and lots of eggs and sweet things.” Casually, Balta started putting them all back together.
His stomach snarled, tried to crawl its way out at the thought of breakfast.
Raul laughed, patting his belly for him before setting him back on his wobbly feet. “I can make bacon.”
“I like bacon.” He let Balta ease him down into a chair where he sat bonelessly.
Beautiful men.
“And I am the king of the American pancake, huh?” Balta stroked a hand over Joa’s hair, which was getting a little long.
“Sim.” He watched for a few moments, then went to feed the dogs.
