Page 107 of Contested

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.”

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.