Chapter Eighteen #2
Marcos followed by instinct, letting Sebastian pull him down and over until he was on top. The shift brought their bodies together properly. Marcos felt Sebastian’s cock hard against his own, slick where they pressed, and Sebastian thrust up with a whimper that went straight into Marcos’ mouth.
Marcos’ hips answered before he could stop them. The drag of their cocks together was enough to make his arms shake where he braced himself over Sebastian. He broke the kiss and brought his mouth to Sebastian’s neck, moaning into it as Sebastian’s hands roved across his back.
“Start slow,” Sebastian murmured, and Marcos nodded.
He repeated that to himself as Sebastian adjusted beneath him, reaching for the condom and pressing it into Marcos’ hand.
Marcos shifted back onto his knees, suddenly too aware of his own hands, the condom packet, the lube beside Sebastian’s hip, the fact that he had never done this before with another man and was now meant to figure out how to make his body do something his head had only started allowing a few days ago.
Sebastian watched him but didn’t rush him.
Marcos tore the condom wrapper open and pulled it on clumsily. Sebastian’s mouth twitched, but he didn’t say anything. Marcos reached for the lube next, flicking the cap open and squeezing some into his palm.
He coated himself carefully, working the lube down over the condom with slow strokes that had his jaw tightening before he forced his hand to stop.
When he looked down, he saw Sebastian slick his fingers with some lube as well, and watched as he slid them in his hole, eyes closing as he did.
When his eyes fluttered open, he pulled his fingers out and rested his hands near Marcos’ legs. His face was flushed, his cock still hard against his stomach, and his eyes were on Marcos in a way that should have made him feel steadier.
Instead, uncertainty started filling him again.
It came quieter this time. The fact that wanting this badly did not mean he knew how to do it. That Sebastian might be experienced, but Marcos wasn’t, and he was kneeling there with lube on his hand still trying to figure it out.
Sebastian noticed. He shifted, then adjusted himself again, raising his legs and resting his ankles on Marcos’ shoulders.
Marcos’ thoughts stopped as he noticed Sebastian was still wearing his white socks.
He stared for half a second too long before he realised what he was doing, but realising didn’t make him look away. Sebastian was naked under him except for the socks, legs lifted, thighs opened, ankles pressed against Marcos’ shoulders, and he couldn’t stop the heat rushing through him.
Sebastian’s mouth twitched. “You right?”
Marcos swallowed and nodded, dragging his eyes away from the socks. “Yeah.”
“Did…the socks do something for you?”
Marcos’ gaze snapped to Sebastian’s face.
Sebastian’s grin spread.
“Shut up,” Marcos muttered, heat crawling up his neck.
Sebastian did shut up, but he looked too pleased with himself. He shifted his hips closer, moving his ass toward Marcos’ cock until the slick tip rested near the entrance.
All other thoughts left Marcos.
Sebastian’s face changed. The grin faded back into something softer and more focused. His hands came down, firm on Marcos’ thighs, and he watched him closely.
“Okay,” Sebastian said softly, watching Marcos closely, and placing his hands firmly on Marcos’ thighs. “Just…feel me.”
Marcos watched Sebastian, a little confused by the words.
Then Sebastian’s palms pressed into his thighs, not pushing him away, not pulling him forward either. Just letting Marcos know how much pressure existed between them.
Marcos understood. He adjusted his weight, one hand at the base of his cock, and helped slide the slick, lubed-up tip across Sebastian’s waiting hole.
Sebastian quivered as he did, a low moan escaping him.
Marcos did it again, slower, feeling the tight ring of muscle under the head, feeling how Sebastian’s hands pressed slightly harder into his thighs.
Not stopping him, but preparing.
Marcos pushed forward.
Resistance came instantly.
Sebastian didn’t push against his legs, so Marcos kept going forward, careful and steady. The tip slowly started slipping in.
Sebastian let out a hiss. His hands pressed harder into Marcos’ thighs, and Marcos stopped at once.
He didn’t pull out. He just waited, holding himself there, feeling the tight heat around the head of his cock while Sebastian breathed deep beneath him.
Everything in him wanted to push, to sink in, to know what the rest of that heat felt like, but Sebastian’s face had tightened, and Marcos made himself stay exactly where he was.
Sebastian’s eyes shut. His breathing came deep and careful. One inhale. One exhale. Another. His fingers flexed against Marcos’ thighs, then eased.
Marcos watched every bit of him. The line of his mouth. The tension in his stomach. The way his legs stayed where they were on Marcos’ shoulders.
“Okay,” Sebastian said with a tight nod.
Marcos pushed further.
The pressure changed slowly. The head slid in properly, then more of him, and Marcos had to bite down on a sound that rose too quickly in his throat.
Sebastian’s ass closed tightly around his cock, gripping him in a way that made Marcos’ head dip forward.
His arms shook once where he braced himself.
Sebastian didn’t stop him again. His palms stayed on Marcos’ thighs, and Marcos moved with that pressure, letting it guide him.
When Sebastian’s hands pressed, he slowed.
When they eased, he moved another inch. His cock sank in gradually, slick and tight, every bit of progress dragging a low sound from one or both of them.
Marcos’ breathing turned rough. He had not known it would feel like this.
Heat closed around him, slick and tight, and Marcos had to hold himself still before instinct took over. Sebastian’s eyes stayed on him, half-open and dark, mouth parted around the stretch, and the trust in that hit harder than Marcos knew what to do with.
Sebastian’s moan broke louder when Marcos finally bottomed out, his pelvis resting firmly against Sebastian’s ass. The sound tore through the room and into Marcos’ chest. He froze there, buried fully inside him, leaning over Sebastian with both hands bracing him by Sebastian’s side.
For a second, neither of them moved.
Sebastian’s head was tilted back against the bed, mouth open, chest rising hard. His legs pressed against Marcos’ shoulders, hands still on Marcos’ thighs.
Sebastian opened his eyes. “Fuck me,” Sebastian breathed. “You’re so fucking deep. Shit.”
“How’s it feel?” Marcos asked, bending further forward so his lips hovered above Sebastian’s. His body was tight around Marcos in a way that made every breath feel dragged out of him.
“So good,” Sebastian whispered, his hands leaving Marcos’ thighs and wrapping around his back.
He raised his head and brought his lips to Marcos’, keeping it soft and tender.
The kiss slowed everything briefly. Sebastian’s mouth moved against his, open and warm, and Marcos let himself sink into it, elbows bending, chest lowering until their bodies pressed closer.
The angle shifted him slightly inside Sebastian, and the small movement drew a rough sound from both of them.
Sebastian shifted his hips again, and it pulled a grunt out of Marcos as he felt Sebastian’s walls tighten around his cock.
“Fuck me,” Sebastian moaned. “Please.”
The final word barely made it out of Sebastian, and Marcos felt it in his chest.
Marcos kept his lips close to Sebastian’s as he slowly pulled out and then pushed back in.
The final inch pushed a loud moan out of Sebastian. His head tipped back, exposing his throat, and Marcos’ mouth followed without thinking, lips dragging over the skin there while he did it again.
Slow out. Slow in. Each thrust deliberate enough for Marcos to feel everything: the tight grip of Sebastian’s body, the slick slide of lube, the way Sebastian’s thighs trembled where they rested over his shoulders.
Sebastian reached for another kiss.
Marcos gave it to him. Their mouths met messily this time, less tender, harder to keep steady as Marcos repeated the motion.
He fisted the sheets beside Sebastian’s head, hips moving faster as the kiss deepened.
Sebastian’s arms tightened around his back, nails dragging over skin, and Marcos lost the neat edge of the rhythm he had been trying to hold.
“Harder,” Sebastian said, throwing his head back.
Marcos didn’t have to be told twice.
He straightened, one hand dragging up Sebastian’s leg and finding his foot.
The other pulled over Sebastian’s stomach to feel him tense underneath him as he thrust harder and faster.
Sebastian’s body took him differently at that angle, tighter and deeper, and Marcos had to grit his teeth against the force of it.
Sebastian made a broken sound, hips lifting to meet him. That was enough to push Marcos further.
His hand tightened around Sebastian’s ankle. The sight of Sebastian spread beneath him, naked except for those socks, legs up, cock hard against his stomach, mouth open around each sound Marcos dragged out of him—it cut through whatever thoughts he had left.
Marcos turned his head, just enough for the sock at his shoulder to brush against his cheek. His nose pressed briefly against the soft cotton near Sebastian’s ankle as he thrust in again, and his whole body reacted.
“Fuck,” he groaned, grip tightening.
Sebastian’s eyes opened, unfocused at first, then sharpening when he seemed to notice where Marcos’ face was. His mouth curved for half a second, smug even through the wrecked look on his face, before the next thrust knocked the expression loose.
The sounds escaping Sebastian only drove Marcos to go faster.