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"No?" Joa's hands measured his cock, from root to tip, then his doce knelt before him, lips open.
Deus.
Yes.
"No. I want it here." He helped get his sweats down around his thighs, his cock waving at Joa
obscenely.
Joa's hands slid up along his thighs, fingers digging in as they framed his pelvis. Then Joa's
tongue dragged over the tip of his cock. Joa had taken to sucking him just like Balta had hoped
he would. Like a natural. He stretched, letting Joa have him, spreading and pushing.
He stood and watched the dark head begin to move, lips sliding over his prick. He'd seen men
worship on their knees, seen many people do this act, but none of them had been like this.
Faminto. Hungry.
Balta stroked Joa's hair, the side of the long neck, feeling heat, the hair and skin soft, the muscle
hard. Like he was hard. Aching.
So slowly, Joa loved him. His cock sank deep into Joa's throat, then those lips tightened,
dragging all the way back over his shaft.
"Tease." The word was fond. He loved it. Loved the confidence Joa was finding.
"Nao. Tasting." Then that mouth filled with his prick again.
"Doce." His head tried to loll, but Balta held himself still, needing to see.
Soon he would have Joa, watch that strong face as he pushed inside, buried himself inside what
would be perfect heat. Soon. Not tonight, though, he would bet. Balta chuckled at his thoughts.
Only a greedy man could take what he had right now and wish it was more.
Those dark eyes flashed up at him, worried.
"Feels good, doce. So good." As if the hard and wet of his cock didn't say that already. Still, it
could not hurt to stroke his lover's ego.
He stroked all of Joa he could reach, too, murmuring love words. He praised the heat, the
wetness, the delicate feel of Joa's lips. Joa moaned and pulled, tongue sliding harder and faster
over his shaft. Balta held on as long as he could, watching, one hand on Joa's hair, the other
coming to rest on his own belly, helping to keep him from humping too hard. He came with a
grunt, his balls emptying, his breath whooshing out of his chest.
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His doce didn't miss a drop, such a fast learner, so hungry for him.
His hands finally unclenched, and Balta pulled Joa up for a kiss, tasting himself. "I love your
mouth."
He felt the heat of Joa's blush, then Joa stepped closer and he felt the heat of that heavy cock.
Balta hummed, cupping it with his hands. "I love this, too."
Joa's eyes rolled and so did the lean hips, Joa pushing toward his touch.
So pretty. So musky and earthy and good to smell. And to taste. Balta pondered the best way to
do what he wanted. "Help me, doce. I want to suck you, huh?"
Joa's answer was a deep moan. "Sim. Sim, Balta."
Maybe if he lay back on the couch, Joa could get up on his chest... "Bed. I think bed."
Joa nodded, fingers trailing down his belly in a careful touch.
Balta laughed for the sheer joy of it, and he hopped up to tug Joa to the bed. "I am not glass,
huh?"
Joa's laughter joined his. "You are not. You are a cowboy."
"I am." He was proud that he had grown up in cattle country, that he was from a small ranch
community. He grinned. He was tough, too.
"Sim. We are." He'd met Joa's parents, seen the big ranch that had brought Leonid and Maria to
America. He'd seen Joa rope and ride, too.
"You are, doce. Make me proud." They got to the bed, and he pushed Joa down, crawling up. If
he lie on his belly, he could do all right.
"This okay, Balta? You... if it hurts, you don't have to."
"It's better than okay." He could rest on his elbows and chest, and there was no pressure on his
back at all. And he could reach that sweet cock.
He leaned down, tongue dragging on Joa's skin, that was just beginning to show a hint of stubble.
His poor spent cock tried to jerk back to life at the thought of waxing and watching, but it wasn't
his best effort. Balta concentrated on Joa. On making his doce feel good.
"Baltazar." Joa arched for him, sweet prick leaking.
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"Mmm." He licked, sucked, his hands flat by Joa's hips. He couldn't touch much in this position,
but Joa seemed to like what he was doing.
He explored every inch of Joa's shaft, first with the flat of his tongue, then with the tip. Balta
closed his eyes, pushing Joa's cock down with his tongue so he could suck it between his lips
again. The flavor burst through him again, rich and salty. Joa's legs spread, cradling him, hips
rolling up. Long legs, lots of muscle, and a long prick, that was his Joa. Balta loved every inch.
He shifted one hand over, cupped Joa's ass, thumb working the strip of skin behind the heavy
balls. That had Joa moving faster, harder, and Balta sucked deep. He gave Joa his all.
"Your mouth. Your mouth, Balta."
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