|| Chapter Twenty-Three || Sebastian – “Please”
|| Chapter Twenty-Three ||
Sebastian – “Please”
Sebastian started differently this time.
Not the same careful press and release he had used when Marcos was face down, not the same measured pressure through tight calves and sore muscle.
Marcos was watching him now, eyes half-lidded and fixed on him from the table, his body open in a way that made the room feel warmer than the heater could explain.
Sebastian kept his palms around Marcos’ ankles briefly, thumbs sliding over the tendons there, then slid higher. Over the fronts of his lower legs. Around the shape of his calves. Up to the inside of his knees where Marcos’ thighs parted beneath his touch.
His palms travelled up Marcos’ thighs, slower through the inside, fingers pressing into muscle. Marcos’ legs shifted under his hands, opening enough to let Sebastian’s hand slide up against his ass.
Sebastian stared at him as his hand moved over Marcos’ balls.
Marcos’ mouth parted.
The reaction fed something low in Sebastian’s stomach.
He cupped him gently at first, then dragged his palm up the underside of Marcos’ cock, oil still slick on his fingers and the skin beneath them.
Marcos’ hips lifted into the touch, and Sebastian let him have one slow stroke before pulling away again.
He went back down to Marcos’ thighs, working the muscle as if this was still only a massage, thumbs circling near the crease where leg met hip before sliding lower.
Marcos gave a rough breath when Sebastian’s hand returned to his cock, and this time Sebastian didn’t grip.
He let his palm flatten over the length, pressing him lightly against his stomach, then smoothed back down over his balls and inner thigh.
Marcos’ head tipped back against the table.
Sebastian watched the line of his throat move with his swallow. Then he paused, walking up to the head of the table, letting his hands rest on Marcos’ shoulders. His own cock pressed against the edge of the table.
Marcos’ chest rose hard with every breath, and as Sebastian looked down at him upside down, Marcos’ eyes opened fully again.
There was something about the angle that made Sebastian’s pulse kick.
Marcos lying beneath him, head near the edge of the table, chest exposed, mouth half-open around each breath. His hair curled tightly against the padding, and his hands came up behind him, reaching awkwardly until his fingers found Sebastian’s legs.
Sebastian’s hands slid to Marcos’ neck. He worked there carefully, thumbs pressing into the tight muscles below his jaw and down toward his shoulders.
Marcos’ eyes closed. Sebastian watched his face while he touched him, watched the way his brow loosened and then drew together again when Sebastian pressed harder.
His cock still rested against the edge of the table, close enough to Marcos’ head that the heat of the position kept distracting him every time he shifted.
Marcos’ fingers ran slowly up the backs of Sebastian’s legs.
Sebastian’s hands paused for a second at Marcos’ throat before continuing down. He followed the strong column of his neck to his collarbone, then over his chest. His thumbs circled once near Marcos’ nipples before brushing over them.
Marcos moaned.
Sebastian played there for a little while, using both hands, watching Marcos’ body answer him.
He rolled one nipple between his fingers, then flattened his palm over the other side of Marcos’ chest, feeling the way the muscle tightened beneath him.
Marcos’ fingers climbed higher along Sebastian’s thighs, then reached around, hands finding the curve of Sebastian’s ass.
Sebastian’s breath caught.
The touch was firm. Marcos’ palms spread over him, fingers digging lightly into the muscle, and Sebastian felt it through his whole body. Marcos’ hands moved by feel, exploring the shape of Sebastian’s ass while Sebastian stood above him and tried to keep his own hands steady.
He continued down Marcos’ body. Over the hard line of his chest, across his ribs, over the planes of his stomach. Marcos’ abs tightened beneath his palms. Sebastian leaned further over the table to reach, his cock pressing harder against the edge until the pressure made him grit his teeth.
Marcos’ hands tightened on his ass.
Sebastian’s palms slid lower, one hand trailing down to Marcos’ cock, the other smoothing over his hip.
He wrapped his fingers around Marcos’ shaft and stroked him once, slowly, watching the way Marcos’ chest lifted from the table.
Marcos’ hands dragged over Sebastian again, pulling him closer, and Sebastian leaned further over him.
His cock slipped past the edge of the table and came to rest against the headrest.
Sebastian froze.
Marcos’ hands were still on his ass, gripping with slow pressure, fingers shifting over the muscle as if he hadn’t noticed anything had changed.
Sebastian stood above him, one hand around Marcos’ cock, the other on his stomach, his own cock lying too close to Marcos’ face for either of them to ignore.
Then Marcos turned his head toward Sebastian’s cock.
Sebastian’s stomach tightened. He slid his hand back up Marcos’ chest, straightening as he did, and his cock slipped off the table. Marcos’ hands stayed on his ass, gripping tighter now.
“Seb,” Marcos said softly. “Keep it here.”
Heat moved through Sebastian in a way that made his thoughts thin out. Marcos’ voice had come out rough but clear.
Sebastian did what he was told.
His hand left Marcos’ body to grab his own cock and rest it on the massage table next to Marcos’ head. The shaft rubbed against Marcos’ cheek, leaving a slick line of precum against his skin. Marcos’ eyes half-closed at the contact, and his hands moved again over Sebastian’s ass, holding him there.
Sebastian continued the massage, though the word barely fit anymore. Marcos’ fingers spread over Sebastian’s ass as Sebastian stroked him slowly, the rhythm uneven because his own cock kept brushing Marcos’ cheek with every shift of his hips.
Marcos lifted one hand from Sebastian’s ass and brought it to his cock.
The angle made the touch awkward, but that did nothing to weaken it.
Marcos ran his hand along the length, thumb sliding over the head and smearing the precum there before moving down again.
Sebastian’s hips shifted forward before he could stop them, and the shaft dragged along Marcos’ face, then against the corner of his mouth.
A sound left Sebastian, low and unsteady.
Marcos’ other hand skimmed lower, fingers brushing over Sebastian’s balls. The touch was tentative at first, then firmer when Sebastian didn’t pull away. His palm cupped him, rolled gently, then returned to his shaft, feeling him with a care that made Sebastian’s knees want to soften.
Then Marcos stuck his tongue out. It slid over the tip.
Sebastian’s hand tightened on Marcos’ chest. “Marcos. You don’t—”
“I want to,” Marcos murmured, his tongue running down Sebastian’s shaft.
Sebastian’s next breath came apart.
Marcos tasted him slowly, tongue dragging from the head down along the side, then underneath, learning the shape of him with his mouth while his hand kept him steady.
There was a feeling of uncertainty in Marcos’ movements, but that did nothing to cool Sebastian down as Marcos’ tongue slid across the tip, his fingers brushing Sebastian’s balls.
Sebastian’s hand moved over Marcos’ chest, then down to his stomach, trying to keep doing something.
Marcos’ mouth opened around the tip, lips dragging just over the head before his tongue pressed underneath. Sebastian groaned and tilted his hips forward, then caught himself before he pushed too far. Marcos’ hands tightened on him, not stopping him, but holding him while he explored.
Marcos’ eyes were closed now, face turned awkwardly toward him, cheek still pressed near the edge of the table. His body stayed open under Sebastian’s other hand, cock hard against his stomach, muscles tensing every time Sebastian’s palm moved over him.
Marcos drew back, breath rough, hands moving to grab Sebastian’s wrist. “I want…”
His eyes were half-lidded, and Sebastian could see nerves sitting on his face.
“I want to try what you did,” he finished, and Sebastian saw the faint blush in his cheeks.
“What I did—”
“I want to suck your dick,” Marcos clarified, then bit his lip. “But I want you to control it.”
The words hit Sebastian in two different places. The obvious one first, hot and immediate, his cock twitching hard in Marcos’ hand. Then somewhere deeper, where Marcos’ nerves sat in the open.
“Are you sure?”
“You said you were open. I want to be, too.”
Sebastian grinned, his hand coming free from Marcos’ and running up his neck to brush his cheek. “Okay. Shuffle up more.”
Marcos moved awkwardly up the table, Sebastian guiding him until his head hung off the edge. The table shifted slightly beneath him, and Sebastian kept one hand at the back of his head, the other on his shoulder, helping him settle.
“Comfortable?” Sebastian asked, his palms under the back of Marcos’ head, offering support.
“Yeah,” Marcos said, and Sebastian slowly lowered his head.
Marcos’ neck became exposed, the long line of it stretched back over the edge of the table. Sebastian’s hand glided over it gently, fingers flexing as he felt Marcos’ heavy pulse beneath the skin.
Sebastian’s cock stood erect, grazing the side of Marcos’ head, and he brought his free hand to grip its base, rubbing it over Marcos’ cheek before dragging it across his lips. Marcos’ tongue flicked out, collecting the trail of precum it left behind, and a low moan slipped from him.
“You like that?” Sebastian asked, and Marcos hummed in response. “Good boy.”