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"mi amor.."
the hands on his waist tightened. joaquin moaned.
oh, how joaquin know robert love when he called him that.
soft breath hit his neck as joaquin continue to wrapped his arms around robert's neck.
bob love putting his head between joaquin's neck too. for no reason. when he was asked why, he told that he feel peaceful when he's breathing down joaquin's neck. when he was asked to stop snuggling there everytime they met, he will shaked his head. well, so far nobody can stop him from doing it. and they stopped complaining once they see how joaquin completely fine with it too.
the strong muscled thighs on robert legs shaked when he hold the other closer.
like a moth to fire, thats how robert and joaquin relationship is. both of them are the fire and the moth. both need each other to survive, both are the light of their live.
which explain why they both stuck to the hips most of the time during mission as well.
"harder, faster, amor!"
and robert listens. and he will do it harder. he will do it faster. as long as joaquin feel satisfied by him, as long as joaquin happy with him.
the thrusts are getting deeper, and joaquin moaned louder. his eyes glistened with tears. his nails scratched the back of his amor, blood already making their way under his nail.
a bite on his neck and joaquin cried out of pleasure, shaked as he finally went limp on robert's lap.
slowly, robert lay down the other to the sheet behind him, his hands slowly making their way under joaquin thighs, spreading him open.
robert kissed the other temple as he chase his own release, making joaquin whined at the oversensitivity. still, he let robert be. that's because he trust his amor to handle him.
all the burn, all the pain, all the pleasure he felt, joaquin is happy because it was bob who can only make him feel this way.
maybe he passed out for a bit, because the moment he open his eyes again, robert is laying down on his chest, looking up at him with his famous puppy gaze. joaquin smiled, his hands immediately went to caressed the fluffy hair and sighed.
the hands on joaquin waist never left, instead, his thumbs are playing on his skin. a sign that he feel comfortable. no words need to share. only action. joaquin closed his eyes back, hand still playing on robert's hair.
together, under the moon shined on robert big window in his room, they both comfortably snuggled to each other. satisfied after making love. full of happiness as they both finally have time for each other.
they both look foward for tomorrow. a new day to spend times together. maybe with the others too.