Page 104 of Contested

His palm slid over one cheek, oil making the motion smooth as he pressed into the firm muscle and dragged his thumb inward before easing away. Marcos’ back lifted with a breath, then settled again. Sebastian did the other side, matching the same pressure, watching the way Marcos’ fingers curled against the table.

He liked seeing Marcos like this. Face down. Body heavy. Trying to stay relaxed while Sebastian’s hands moved wherever they wanted. The towel gone. His cock hard beneath him. His ass warm and slick under Sebastian’s palms.

Sebastian worked both hands over him now, kneading slowly, thumbs pressing into the muscle before spreading him slightly and letting go. Not enough to make it too obvious at first. Just enough that Marcos’ hips pressed into the table and his cock dragged against the padding beneath him.

A wet line marked the table when he shifted.

Sebastian stared at it for half a second before his hands moved again.

He dragged one palm down the back of Marcos’ thigh and the other over his ass, then switched sides. Down and up. Thigh to ass, ass to thigh. His fingers spread wider with each pass, sliding over the curve of Marcos’ cheeks, then lower, following the crease inward before retreating. Marcos’ breathing roughened, and Sebastian followed the sound.

He let his hand slide down between Marcos’ thighs.

His knuckles brushed the side of Marcos’ cock, and Marcos’ hips jerked.

Sebastian paused only long enough to feel the reaction, then kept going, dragging his hand down toward the knee as though it had been part of the massage. On the next pass, he did it again. His knuckles scraped along the shaft before his palm turned, pressing against the underside of Marcos’ cock and pushing it lightly against the table.

Marcos groaned.

He moved his hand back down, then up again, letting his palm cup Marcos through the motion. The oil from his fingers slicked along the side of Marcos’ cock, and when Sebastian reached higher, his other hand slid over Marcos’ balls, lifting them slightly before letting them settle back between his thighs.

Marcos’ ass tightened under Sebastian’s palm.

Sebastian poured more oil into his hand and warmed it quickly before returning to him. This time, his strokes were slower and less easy to pretend were only massage. He ran one hand up Marcos’ hamstring, over the curve of his ass, then down between his cheeks, fingers gliding through the slick oil before smoothing away. His other hand moved beneath him, sliding along Marcos’ cock from base to head as far as the angle allowed.

Marcos’ hips pushed down against the table.

Sebastian watched the head of his cock drag against the padding again, slick and leaking, and had to bite his lower lip before he made a sound. He wrapped his fingers around Marcos’ shaft as much as he could from behind, stroking him once, slow and awkward at the angle, then let his hand slip back to his balls. He rolled them gently in his palm, thumb brushing underneath while his other fingers returned to Marcos’ ass.

The next stroke between his cheeks went deeper.

Marcos’ back arched slightly.

Sebastian repeated the motion. Up Marcos’ thigh, across his balls, along the underside of his cock, then back over the heavy curve of his ass. His fingers slid between the cheeks again, slick and warm, moving further this time until they brushed directly over Marcos’ hole.

Marcos’ whole body reacted.

His hips pushed back into Sebastian’s fingers. His shoulders tensed. His cock twitched against Sebastian’s hand, more precum leaking onto the padding beneath him.

Sebastian ran his fingers over him again.

“Fuck,” he moaned.

“You like that?” Sebastian asked, running his fingers over Marcos’ hole again with a little more pressure.

“Yeah, fuck.” The words came out broken, and Sebastian couldn’t help but feel pleased with himself.

He didn’t push in. He kept it at pressure and movement, circling slowly, dragging oil over the tight ring of muscle, then sliding away to stroke Marcos’ cock again. Marcos’ breath came rougher now, each sound feeding something in Sebastian until his own cock throbbed against the front of his briefs.

Sebastian’s hand slid to Marcos’ ass, spreading him with one palm while the fingers of the other hand traced over his hole again. Marcos pushed back into the touch.

He glided lower, palming Marcos’ cock from beneath, rubbing him against the table in a slow, firm stroke before cupping his balls and rolling them gently. Then back up. Inner thigh. Ass. Slick fingers over his hole. The same path, again and again, until Marcos’ body started anticipating it before Sebastian got there.

His back would tense. His hips would shift. His breath would catch right before Sebastian touched him where he wanted it.

Marcos’ hand shifted near the edge of the table.

Sebastian thought he was reaching for the padding at first, trying to grip something. Then Marcos’ fingers found Sebastian’s thigh and moved higher, searching blindly until his knuckles brushed the front of Sebastian’s briefs.