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Nicky’s abandon and at the loudness of his voice. For a moment he thought that if anyone within a mile radius spoke English, they’d have heard him. Then again, Jonas didn’t care. He’d been fucked in parks and squares and on plenty of balconies before and certainly appreciated sex al fresco , so he abandoned his sheet and brought lube and condoms to where Nicky was leaning on the stone balustrade. He couldn’t help admiring the firm ass cheeks, the long legs and back, the unadulterated sexuality Nicky was displaying by standing there, legs slightly spread, watching his own erection proudly bouncing as he moved his hips.
    Jonas wanted it to last, their first coupling after the fight, their first as real lovers, but he knew Nicky was too horny for that; he’d never have the patience. The fact that he easily opened up to Jonas’s strong slippery fingers was further evidence of that.
    “Fuck, Jonas, stop!” Nicky yelled suddenly.
    “What’s wrong?”
    “You’re making me come and I only want to come with you inside me,” Nicky panted, clearly trying to hold it together. “Just do it, I can’t wait any longer.”
    Jonas knew Nicky wasn’t completely ready yet but he slowly withdrew his fingers, wiped them on the discarded sheet, and rolled a condom onto his own straining shaft. He would simply use enough lube and take it slow. Nicky pushed his ass against Jonas’s groin as soon as Jonas came a little closer.
    “Need you,” he almost begged. “Need you so much.” Jonas lined up his slicked cock and slowly pushed inside the pliable body. He wanted to thrust inside the tight heat but he didn’t want to hurt his lover, didn’t want a repeat of the very first time they were this intimate. This time, Nicky’s reaction was very different.
    They were both standing, Jonas’s arms around Nicky’s chest, holding him up. The young man’s back was bent to maximize the contact with Jonas’s hairy chest and his head was thrown back. As 162
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    Jonas started moving slowly, the strained look on Nicky’s face was replaced by blissful abandon.
    “Oh God, yes, Jonas… feels so good… too good.” Jonas’s range of movement was limited but clearly it was enough for the young man as he thrust shallowly. The ease of their movements together and the fact Nicky had turned his head, wordlessly begging for a kiss, was making the older man’s passion rise. They didn’t quite make it all the way to the kissing stage though, Nicky’s seemingly unstoppable flood of words becoming more and more incoherent.
    “Harder… please harder, make me… come,” he murmured against Jonas’s mouth. “You… come too… please….” Jonas’s hands roamed over Nicky’s smooth chest, rubbing over a nipple, down his sides, over his belly button and toward the bouncing shaft. He cupped both Nicky’s cock and sac in one hand and pulled him closer, pushing himself deeper into the gorgeous body. That started Nicky’s convulsions, accompanied by groans that started low but increased in pitch. Jonas moved his hand into the stickiness of Nicky’s release as the young man lost his balance and slumped onto the balcony balustrade. Jonas’s upper body followed, and it took only two more thrusts into the tight, convulsing sheath for him to see stars as well.
    Jonas clung to Nicky as they both panted hard.
    “Don’t move yet,” Nicky pleaded. “You feel so good inside me; I’m not ready to let you go yet.”
    “I’m not going anywhere,” Jonas assured him. “Not for as long as you’ll have me.”
    They eventually disentangled and shared a shower, their lips never far from each other and their hands running over each other’s bodies, using the excuse of washing one another to reacquaint themselves with each other’s most intimate body parts. Every sense of rushing seemed to have left them, and they passed the time having a lazy breakfast of croissants and baguettes with cheese, drinking coffee out on the terrace in their bathrobes only to end up in bed again.

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    They talked a lot, at first mostly about their pasts, but as the shadows lengthened and the bright sunshine was replaced by the more subdued colors of dusk, they tentatively started discussing a future together.
    Some of the old topics cropped up: about how Jonas wanted his independence and therefore his own money, and about how Nicky worked so hard there really wasn’t any time for him to have a partner. No harsh words were exchanged