Portuguese Puppy
Timothy didn't think Gonçalo would be that kind of person in bed; he thought of him more like asking over and over again until his body yelled at him to stop. It's not like that at all. Gonça isn't a sex beast as he might have thought, Gonça doesn't even have a minimum of self-confidence when he fucks him. Timmy didn't even think that Paciencia would be the type to cry in bed when the tension was intense. But his young Portuguese doesn't stop biting his lower lip, clinging to his shoulders, and above all, begging through his tears. He doesn't always understand what he's asking him because his words are swallowed by his throat, but often it's because he wants to slow down and keep his breath a minimum.
It's not that Timmy doesn't laugh at it from time to time, it's fun to see Gonça usually so proud, so smiling, trying to hide his eyes while tears are beading there while they sleep together. His Portuguese is a child in bed. Timmy is pretty sure David and Lucas can have fun with it, but for the moment he hasn't said anything, because it will be more fun later, when Gonça finds another way to do something stupid, trying to do good things. Sometimes it's so complicated to want to do well...
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