Balta nodded, watching them, hips rocking back and forth as he fucked his hand. “Soon,namorado. Soon. Raul is desperate for it.”
“Soon.” He bore down hard as he could and Raul barked out a wild cry, gripping his cock hard and giving him a second of perfect burn. He shot, sweat pouring from his overheated body, spunk arching from his dick.
“Joa!” Raul shouted his name, jerking madly for him, a sexual samba if there ever was one. He felt it when Raul releasedinside him, felt the hard push that had Raul grinding against his ass, pushing one more spasm out of him.
Balta laughed as he came, too, spilling into the straw. “Perfeito.”
Perfect. God. His world had changed, so much, so quickly. His head spun with it. Or maybe that was lack of air.
Pulling free, Raul moved behind him, removing the rubber and dealing with it. Then Raul came back and lifted him, helping him unbend.
He stood, shaky as a newborn foal, hands stupid as he tried to fasten himself up.
Balta moved close, fingers closing around his wrist to stop him, that hot mouth finding his for a kiss that made him sway, his whole body leaning toward Balta.
That didn’t help. Not one bit.
“How can I keep my sense, with both y’all?”
Raul pushed in behind him, lips like a brand on the back of his neck. “We’ll work that out.”
“We will.” Balta chuckled, chest bucking against him. “Sense is overrated,sim? Sometimes we must just fly.”
“Always.” Balta always made him soar, and with Raul in the mix Joa might never touch down again.
It might work. Or not. Either way, he was obviously in. There wasn’t anything he could do to stop the way he felt about them, both of them.
Joa leaned against Balta’s chest, letting Raul hug him from behind. After all, being between these two amazing men wasn’t a terrible spot. Joa would just have to wait to see what came next.
