|| Chapter Twenty-Three || Sebastian – “Please” #3
Marcos’ cock hit deeper when he shifted from below. Sebastian felt it through his whole body.
He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead briefly to Marcos’, breathing hard through the next thrust. Marcos’ hands slid down to his ass, holding him open as Sebastian rode him, and the touch made Sebastian clench around him.
Marcos groaned.
“Fuck me,” Sebastian murmured, lifting himself a little off Marcos.
Marcos didn’t have to be told twice.
His hands tightened on Sebastian’s hips, holding him steady as he thrust up slowly at first. It drove him deep, every inch of him sliding back into Sebastian until Sebastian’s breath caught and his mouth fell open.
He bit down on his lower lip, trying to hold the sound in, but it came out anyway, thin and helpless.
Marcos did it again.
Sebastian’s whole body had narrowed around the feeling of Marcos underneath him, inside him, hands firm on his hips.
Sebastian’s thighs trembled on either side of Marcos.
Marcos watched his face, chest rising hard. He pushed up again, deeper this time, and Sebastian’s head tipped back as the angle changed. The pressure hit low and sharp, right where he needed it, and his hand flew to Marcos’ shoulder.
“Fuck,” he breathed, barely a word.
That seemed to do something to Marcos.
His grip changed. One hand stayed at Sebastian’s hip, the other slid around to his lower back, pulling him down as Marcos thrust up.
The pace shifted, still controlled but harder now, the slow drag turning into something rougher.
Sebastian didn’t stop him. Didn’t try to slow him down.
He took it, every thrust, every hard push of Marcos’ hips, every inch that made his body tighten around him.
He wasn’t touching himself. He didn’t need to. Marcos was hitting the right place with every thrust now, and Sebastian could feel himself starting to unravel from that alone.
He straightened on top of Marcos, one hand bracing on Marcos’ stomach. The change in position made Marcos slide deeper, and Sebastian’s vision blurred as pleasure shot through him.
“Marcos,” Sebastian moaned, voice broken.
Marcos answered with a rough sound, his hands moving to Sebastian’s ass, holding him open as he fucked up into him.
Sebastian’s body clenched around him, and Marcos’ rhythm stuttered before coming back harder.
The table creaked under them. Sebastian rode the force of it, hips moving with Marcos now, taking him deeper each time.
The pleasure built too quickly.
Sebastian’s breath broke.
The first pulse of cum slipped from him without warning, spilling onto Marcos’ stomach. His body tightened, and Marcos thrust up again, dragging another broken sound from him. More cum leaked from Sebastian’s cock, each thrust forcing it out in hot streaks over Marcos’ skin.
He hadn’t even touched himself. That made his whole body flush hotter.
Marcos saw it happen. Sebastian knew he did, because his eyes dropped for half a second before snapping back to Sebastian’s face, and the look there went darker, rougher.
Sebastian folded forward, catching himself with one hand beside Marcos’ head.
His mouth found Marcos’ in a messy kiss, tongues sliding together as Marcos kept thrusting into him.
Sebastian moaned into his mouth, still coming in smaller pulses against Marcos’ stomach, his body clenching around every stroke.
Marcos’ rhythm broke.
Sebastian felt the moment hit him. The sudden tension through Marcos’ body, the way his breath caught against Sebastian’s mouth, the hard press of his fingers into Sebastian’s skin.
Marcos came inside him.
The first pulse made Sebastian gasp into the kiss. Marcos held him down through it, buried deep, hips jerking as he filled him. Sebastian’s body tightened around him instinctively, milking each rough movement until Marcos groaned against his mouth and went still beneath him.
For a while, neither of them moved.
Sebastian stayed folded over him, forehead pressed near Marcos’ temple, their breathing uneven in the small space between them.
His thighs ached. His lower back felt tight.
His skin stuck slightly against Marcos’ where the oil and sweat had mixed between them.
Marcos was still inside him, softening slowly, and Sebastian didn’t want to move enough to do anything about it.
Marcos’ hand ran down Sebastian’s back, slower now, less urgent. His fingers traced the line of Sebastian’s spine, then spread over his lower back as if checking he was still there.
Sebastian closed his eyes.
The apartment had gone quiet around them again. The fridge buzzed faintly. The heater pushed warmth through the living room, and the city glowed beyond the windows without caring what had happened above it.
Sebastian lifted his head enough to look at him.
Marcos’ face was flushed, mouth swollen, curls damp and flattened against the table. His breathing was still heavy, but his eyes were softer now, locked on Sebastian with something that made Sebastian’s chest ache more than the sex had.
“Stay tonight?” Sebastian asked through breaths.
Marcos’ hand ran down Sebastian’s back, tracing his spine, his lips moving against Sebastian’s jaw. “Okay.”