Chapter Seventeen #4
The vibration ran through Marcos’ cock. His hips jerked, driving a few inches deeper into Sebastian’s mouth, and Sebastian adjusted, one hand tightening around the base as he pulled up just enough to breathe before sinking down again.
He took more of him this time, jaw relaxing, tongue pressing along the underside as Marcos filled his mouth.
Marcos still didn’t take control. His grip was there, firmer now, more present, but he wasn’t forcing Sebastian down or holding him in place. He let Sebastian decide the pace, and that made Sebastian want to push further.
Sebastian looked up through his lashes.
Marcos was watching him.
That nearly ruined Sebastian’s rhythm. Marcos’ chest rose and fell too quickly, the muscles through his stomach pulling tight every time Sebastian’s mouth sank lower.
Sebastian went down again, further this time, taking as much of the length as he could.
His throat tightened around him, and Sebastian breathed through it, eyes watering slightly as his nose brushed against the dark curls at the base of Marcos’ cock.
Marcos’ grip went tight enough to pull at his scalp, and Sebastian pulled back slowly, dragging his tongue along the shaft until he reached the tip again and tasted the salt of precum.
“Dios,” Marcos breathed, the word almost breaking.
Sebastian wanted more of that.
His hands roamed over Marcos’ body as he worked him, trying to find what made him react.
He already knew some of it from earlier, but now the answers came sharper.
Marcos’ nipples were the main spot; the moment Sebastian’s fingers found one and rolled it gently, Marcos’ hips shifted, his cock pressing harder against Sebastian’s tongue.
His balls were another. When Sebastian’s hand slid lower and cupped them, thumb brushing beneath, Marcos’ thighs tensed on either side of him.
The way Marcos’ breath caught when Sebastian used his tongue under the head. The way his stomach tightened when Sebastian took him deeper. The way his hand in Sebastian’s hair flexed every time Sebastian pulled back too far.
Sebastian took him again, throat working around him, hand steady at the base, and Marcos’ control slipped another notch.
His hips moved with more purpose now, shallow thrusts that met Sebastian’s mouth without quite taking over.
Sebastian let it happen for a few seconds, let Marcos feel the rhythm of it, then pulled off all the way.
Marcos’ cock slapped against his abs, slick and wet.
Sebastian moved up his body before Marcos could say anything, dragging his mouth along his stomach, his chest, his throat, then taking Marcos’ lips. Marcos opened for him almost immediately. Sebastian’s tongue slid against his lip, and Marcos’ mouth parted wider, letting him in.
Sebastian could still taste Marcos as the kiss deepened.
Marcos noticed. Sebastian felt the moment he did in the way his hand tightened at Sebastian’s waist, in the rougher sound that left him when their tongues met properly.
Sebastian thought it would make him hesitate or pull away.
It didn’t. Marcos kissed him harder instead, chasing the taste, chasing Sebastian, and that did something filthy and bright inside Sebastian’s chest.
Sebastian pulled away again, breathing harder now, and his eyes fell to Marcos.
He had one arm thrown over his head, biceps flexing, the other hand still buried in Sebastian’s hair. His mouth was wet from the kiss, his chest flushed, his cock slick against his stomach. He looked wrecked already, and Sebastian hadn’t even really started.
“Take control,” Sebastian murmured, his finger circling Marcos’ nipple.
“Yeah?” Marcos said, his voice steady, and Sebastian saw he was the most confident he’d been all night.
“Yeah.” Sebastian grinned, licking his lips. “I want you to fuck my face.”
Those words changed him.
Sebastian saw it happen. The last piece of uncertainty didn’t disappear, exactly, but something stronger rose over it. Marcos’ eyes darkened, his mouth parting as his hand tightened in Sebastian’s hair, and the look that settled across his face made Sebastian’s stomach pull low and hard.
Sebastian didn’t wait for an answer. He slowly made his way back down Marcos’ body, tongue marking every step of the way.
He dragged it down Marcos’ throat, across the centre of his chest, over the nipple he had already teased until Marcos’ breath hitched again.
He kissed lower, following the lines of his stomach, letting his mouth trail through the dark hair beneath his navel before reaching the base of his cock.
Marcos’ hand stayed in his hair the whole time. Firmer and more certain.
Sebastian reached the tip again and paused with his mouth just above him, close enough that Marcos could feel his breath. Then Sebastian glanced up through his lashes.
There was something in Marcos’ eyes he hadn’t seen before.
Hunger. Pure lust.
It sat openly on his face now, no joke to soften it and no hesitation quick enough to cover it. Marcos stared at Sebastian like he wanted to ruin him and was finally starting to believe he was allowed.
Sebastian’s pulse quickened, and he opened his mouth, preparing to give himself fully to Marcos.