|| Chapter Twenty-Three || Sebastian – “Please” #2
Sebastian teased him, one hand supporting Marcos’ head while the other guided his cock.
Marcos’ tongue followed, searching, and Sebastian had to bite back a sound at the sight of it.
He rubbed the tip along Marcos’ lower lip, then over his tongue when Marcos opened for him again, letting the wet heat touch him without giving Marcos enough to satisfy either of them.
His other hand moved over Marcos’ throat.
Light at first. Then firmer. Feeling the movement beneath the skin when Marcos swallowed.
Sebastian’s palm followed the exposed line of his neck, then dipped down over his chest to find one nipple.
Marcos’ body reacted, back pressing into the table, mouth opening wider as Sebastian rolled it between his fingers.
Sebastian brought his cock back to Marcos’ mouth.
The head brushed his tongue.
Marcos hummed again, and Sebastian’s hand returned to his throat, thumb moving gently along the side.
Marcos’ lips parted more, and Sebastian slowly fed his cock in.
Only the head at first. Just enough for Marcos’ mouth to close around him. The warmth hit hard, and Sebastian’s grip tightened at the back of Marcos’ head. Marcos made a small sound around him and tried to swallow. Sebastian pulled back before it could become too much.
Marcos blinked up at him from the awkward angle, eyes watering slightly but focused.
Sebastian slid in again.
A little deeper this time. Marcos’ mouth opened wider, tongue moving uncertainly underneath him. Sebastian didn’t thrust. He let Marcos adjust to the weight of him, the shape, the stretch through his jaw from the angle.
Marcos’ hands came up and found Sebastian’s thighs.
Sebastian felt the grip there, fingers pressing into him, and held still for a breath. Marcos’ throat moved as he swallowed again, and the sensation ran down Sebastian’s spine. He pulled out slowly, dragging over Marcos’ tongue, then pressed back in with the same care.
Marcos took him better the third time.
His lips stretched around Sebastian, and the sound he made was lower now.
Sebastian’s breathing roughened. He kept watching Marcos’ face, reading every small change.
The tightening of his fingers against Sebastian’s thighs.
The flutter of his lashes. The way his throat worked when Sebastian let himself slide a little deeper.
He went too far once.
Not all the way, but Marcos’ body tensed under his hands, and Sebastian pulled back right away, holding Marcos’ head steady until his breathing evened.
Marcos blinked, swallowed, then opened his mouth again.
The rhythm stayed gentle. Enough for Marcos to learn it.
Enough for Sebastian to feel the wet heat of his mouth without taking too much.
His hand moved occasionally from Marcos’ throat, down to his chest, thumb brushing over a nipple before returning again.
Marcos started trying to match him. Not well, to start.
His timing slipped, and his mouth was too tense one second, too loose the next, but he was trying.
He dragged his tongue along the shaft when Sebastian pulled back, and the first time he did it properly, Sebastian’s hips jerked despite himself.
Marcos’ eyes sharpened. Sebastian saw the tiny flicker of pride there and almost laughed.
Instead, he pushed in again, letting Marcos have more this time.
Marcos took him, mouth warm and tight, hands gripping Sebastian’s thighs as his throat worked beneath Sebastian’s palm.
Marcos stretched back over the table, taking Sebastian into his mouth while Sebastian stood above him, still half in control and half losing it with every soft sound Marcos made around him.
Sebastian pulled out before his control thinned too much.
He bent down and kissed Marcos. Marcos’ mouth was wet, lips parted, breath coming too fast, and Sebastian tasted himself as their mouths met.
The kiss stayed soft anyway, almost tender compared to the heat of what they’d just done.
Sebastian’s hand cradled the back of Marcos’ head, holding him carefully as he pulled away.
“You did well,” he said, and Marcos wiped a tear running from his eyes with a smile.
“I kinda liked that.” Marcos chuckled. “I’ll have to practice more.”
“Yeah,” Sebastian said softly, planting another kiss on Marcos’ lips before talking even lower. “Tell me you want to fuck me.”
Marcos didn’t say anything. His hands ran up Sebastian’s body, feeling the muscles tense, then he brought Sebastian’s lips to his again, rougher and deeper.
“I want to fuck you.”
“Yeah?”
Marcos almost growled, “I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”
Sebastian kissed Marcos one more time before moving to the side of the table and climbing on top of him.
The table creaked faintly under the shift of both their bodies. Sebastian placed one knee beside Marcos’ hip, then the other, careful with the balance until he settled over him. Marcos’ hands found his waist immediately, pulling him down the last inch until their cocks rubbed together.
Sebastian’s breath broke against Marcos’ mouth.
They kissed hard and rough, no slow build left between them. Marcos’ hands ran up Sebastian’s body, over his ribs, his chest, his shoulders, then back down again as if he didn’t know where he wanted to touch most. Sebastian rolled his hips, dragging his cock against Marcos’.
The massage oil made everything slick. Sebastian braced one hand beside Marcos’ head and moved again, slow at first, then harder when Marcos’ grip tightened on his hips.
Marcos’ mouth left his and dragged along his jaw.
Sebastian tipped his head back, giving him space, then pushed down harder against him. Marcos’ cock rubbed against the inside of Sebastian’s thigh, slick and heavy, and the thought of it inside him made his body clench before anything had happened.
He pulled away. Marcos lay beneath him on the table, flushed, hard, hair a mess against the padding, mouth wet from Sebastian’s kiss and everything before it. His hands stayed on Sebastian’s body, one at his hip, the other moving down to his ass.
Sebastian lifted himself slightly.
Marcos’ hands moved with him, exploring, fingers spreading over the curve of his ass before sliding lower.
Sebastian’s breath caught when Marcos touched him there, and he watched Marcos’ face as the touch turned more deliberate.
Still curious. Still learning. But not uncertain in the same way anymore.
Sebastian reached behind him and wrapped his hand around Marcos’ cock.
Marcos moaned beneath him.
The sound went through Sebastian before he even started moving. Marcos was slick with oil and precum, heavy in Sebastian’s hand, and Sebastian stroked him once before guiding the head back between his own thighs. He shifted his knees wider on either side of Marcos and lined him up with his hole.
He lowered himself slowly.
The tip pressed against him, slick and blunt, and Sebastian held his breath as the first pressure hit. He paused when Marcos started to slip inside, head dropping back as pain shot through him, sharp enough to make his thighs tense around Marcos’ body.
Marcos groaned beneath him, hands still moving.
Sebastian stayed still, breathing through it. One hand braced on Marcos’ stomach, the other still behind him, holding Marcos steady. His body fought the intrusion, tight around just the head, and Sebastian forced himself not to rush.
Then the pain shifted.
“Fuck,” Sebastian moaned, sliding further down Marcos’ cock.
Marcos’ hands tightened on his hips.
Sebastian kept going, inch by slow inch, feeling every part of Marcos push into him.
Sebastian’s own cock hung heavy between them, then brushed Marcos’ stomach as he sank lower.
He felt it twitch when Marcos’ cock pushed deeper, felt precum smear against Marcos’ skin, felt the muscles in his thighs burn from holding himself steady over the table.
Marcos looked caught between wanting to thrust up and knowing he shouldn’t. His fingers flexed against Sebastian’s hips, then loosened, then tightened again.
Finally, Sebastian slid all the way down.
Marcos filled him completely, deep enough that Sebastian’s breath left him in a rough sound. His cock lay flat against Marcos’ stomach now, wet and ignored for the moment because Sebastian couldn’t think past the feeling of Marcos inside him.
He leaned down and kissed Marcos, deep and messy, mouth opening over his as Marcos’ hands moved around his back. Marcos held him carefully at first, then firmer, palms dragging over Sebastian’s spine and down toward his ass like he couldn’t stop touching him.
Sebastian started to move his hips.
Small at first. A lift, a slow drop, a tight drag that pulled a moan from Marcos into his mouth. Sebastian swallowed it and did it again.
Marcos’ hands moved to Sebastian’s hips.
Sebastian rocked down, then lifted again, letting Marcos’ cock slide almost out before sinking back onto it. The stretch burned each time and turned hotter with every pass. Marcos’ mouth stayed against his, messy and open, breathing hard into him whenever Sebastian took him fully.
Sebastian kept going, hands braced on Marcos’ chest now, using the leverage to ride him slowly. Marcos watched him from beneath heavy eyelids, flushed and wrecked, every muscle in his body tense from restraint.
Sebastian’s mouth opened around a sound he didn’t try to stop. His cock dragged over Marcos’ stomach when he did, while the fullness inside him turned deep enough to make his vision blur slightly at the edges.
Sebastian dropped his gaze to Marcos, breathing hard, then moved again, giving Marcos enough to follow. The next time Sebastian dropped, Marcos pushed up to meet him, shallow but firm. The impact drove the breath out of Sebastian and pulled a rough sound from Marcos at the same time.
Sebastian’s fingers curled against Marcos’ chest.
The rhythm changed. Sebastian lifting and sinking. Marcos thrusting up into the drop. Their bodies slick with oil and sweat, mouths finding each other and missing, hands gripping wherever they could.