Part 5

"We can play a little," I answered.

He stood up and took off his t-shirt. Then he unzipped his jeans and pulled them down. I took off my shirt too, and Santa pulled off my pants.

He kissed my abs, gently kissed the tattoo I got for him under my hip bone; the word Tata surrounded by a red thread.

I took the lead and rolled us over, so he was beneath me. I lay down on him, our hard cocks pressed together. I rubbed against him and watched how pleased he was, how much he needed me, how much he needed us. I took us both in my hand and he pulled me into a passionate kiss. Our naked bodies united as we rubbed against each other. I always loved frotting with him, loved his perfect body.

"Perth, oh fuck, I'm gonna come," he said, right before I felt his explosion right beside my own.

We collapsed on the bed and laughed.

"We can be quick if we need to be," he joked.

"Tata, you're driving me crazy," I said and kissed him.