Chapter Seventeen #3
Sebastian smiled against his skin.
He stayed there longer than he needed to, tongue teasing, teeth grazing, hand finding the other side of Marcos’ chest. Marcos’ hips shifted beneath him, a restless little movement that made the mattress creak.
Sebastian kept him there with one hand at his waist while his mouth moved to the other nipple, giving it the same attention until Marcos’ breathing had gone rougher and less controlled.
When Sebastian’s hand slid down Marcos’ stomach, Marcos’ whole body followed the touch.
His muscles tightened before Sebastian reached the waistband. His hips lifted, then settled. His hands shifted from Sebastian’s thighs to the sheets and gripped there instead.
Sebastian kissed lower, following the line between Marcos’ abs, taking his time over every place that made Marcos’ breathing change.
Marcos dropped his gaze to him.
Sebastian caught it and held his gaze as his mouth reached his navel. His tongue flicked there once, then lower, following the dark line of hair disappearing beneath the waistband.
Marcos’ breath left him in a uneven rush.
Sebastian let his cheek brush the hard shape trapped beneath the fabric, just enough pressure to make Marcos’ hips shift. He pressed a kiss beside the waistband, then another lower, over the fabric, close enough to make Marcos’ fingers twist harder into the bedding.
“Seb,” Marcos said, voice tight.
Sebastian glanced up. “Move further on the bed.”
Marcos did what he was told without a word, shifting back on his elbows, then lying properly against the pillows as Sebastian followed.
The obedience hit somewhere Sebastian hadn’t been expecting.
He watched Marcos settle there, broad and flushed, eyes fixed on him, and something slipped out before he could stop it.
“Good boy.” He paused, fingers frozen on the button of Marcos’ pants. “Sorry, that was—”
“No, no,” Marcos said, not looking away. “Kinda works for me.”
Sebastian held his gaze, then let the corner of his mouth lift as his voice went low. “Good to know.”
His fingers worked the button, then the zipper.
Marcos watched him do it. His chest rose too quickly as Sebastian worked the pants and underwear down his thighs together. Marcos lifted his hips when Sebastian needed him to, breath catching as his cock came free and settled hard against his stomach.
Sebastian pulled the fabric down the rest of the way. Marcos kicked his pants and underwear onto the floor.
Sebastian let himself look.
Marcos was spread out beneath him, broad and flushed, muscles shifting with every uneven breath.
A small patch of hair sat at the centre of his chest, and the darker trail beneath his navel led down to where his cock lay against his stomach, thick and wet at the tip.
His balls rested heavy between his thighs, and when Sebastian shifted closer, Marcos opened his legs a little more without being asked.
Sebastian ran his hand up the inside of Marcos’ thigh, slow enough to feel the muscle jump under his palm. Marcos’ breath hitched when Sebastian’s fingers curled under his balls, and Sebastian looked up long enough to catch the way his mouth had parted.
He lowered his mouth to the inside of Marcos’ thigh first, following the same path his hand had taken. Marcos’ fingers threaded into the back of Sebastian’s hair, not pushing, only resting there as Sebastian kissed higher, then dragged his tongue over the skin beside his hand.
Sebastian held him steady with one hand against his thigh and kept going, mouth moving slowly until his lips brushed the weight of Marcos’ balls in his fingers. Marcos’ hand tightened in his hair then, and the sound that left him was rougher than the others, less controlled.
Sebastian let his tongue explore carefully at first, testing the pressure, feeling Marcos’ body answer beneath him.
His fingers adjusted, lifting him slightly, and Marcos swore under his breath when Sebastian’s mouth settled there properly.
He took his time, tongue working over one side, then the other, before sucking gently on his balls, slow enough that Marcos’ thighs started to tense around him.
“Fuck,” Marcos breathed, the word dragging out of him.
Sebastian kept his hand wrapped beneath Marcos’ balls as his tongue moved again, firmer this time, drawing another broken sound from him before Sebastian finally let his hand slide up to Marcos’ cock.
He wrapped his fingers around the base, thumb dragging along the underside as he worked up it before circling the head and easing over the foreskin.
Marcos’ hips lifted by instinct.
Sebastian pressed him back down with a hand to his thigh, then followed the same path upward with his mouth.
His tongue ran from Marcos’ balls along the underside of his cock, slow and deliberate, until he reached the tip.
Precum had gathered there, and Sebastian tasted the salt of it as his tongue circled once, his hand still working at the base.
He smiled against Marcos and did it again. This time, when his tongue circled the tip, he let his lips follow, stretching over the head and taking him into his mouth properly.
Marcos’ reaction came fast. A hiss slipped out of him, sharp and low, and Sebastian hummed.