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Marcos’ hands came up and found Sebastian’s thighs.

Sebastian felt the grip there, fingers pressing into him, and held still for a breath. Marcos’ throat moved as he swallowed again, and the sensation ran down Sebastian’s spine. He pulled out slowly, dragging over Marcos’ tongue, then pressed back in with the same care.

Marcos took him better the third time.

His lips stretched around Sebastian, and the sound he made was lower now. Sebastian’s breathing roughened. He kept watching Marcos’ face, reading every small change. The tightening of his fingers against Sebastian’s thighs. The flutter of his lashes. The way his throat worked when Sebastian let himself slide a little deeper.

He went too far once.

Not all the way, but Marcos’ body tensed under his hands, and Sebastian pulled back right away, holding Marcos’ head steady until his breathing evened. Marcos blinked, swallowed, then opened his mouth again. The rhythm stayed gentle. Enough for Marcos to learn it. Enough for Sebastian to feel the wet heat of his mouth without taking too much. His hand moved occasionally from Marcos’ throat, down to his chest, thumb brushing over a nipple before returning again.

Marcos started trying to match him. Not well, to start. His timing slipped, and his mouth was too tense one second, too loose the next, but he was trying. He dragged his tongue along the shaft when Sebastian pulled back, and the first time he did it properly, Sebastian’s hips jerked despite himself.

Marcos’ eyes sharpened. Sebastian saw the tiny flicker of pride there and almost laughed.

Instead, he pushed in again, letting Marcos have more this time. Marcos took him, mouth warm and tight, hands gripping Sebastian’s thighs as his throat worked beneath Sebastian’s palm. Marcos stretched back over the table, taking Sebastian into his mouth while Sebastian stood above him, still half in control and half losing it with every soft sound Marcos made around him.

Sebastian pulled out before his control thinned too much.

He bent down and kissed Marcos. Marcos’ mouth was wet, lips parted, breath coming too fast, and Sebastian tasted himself as their mouths met. The kiss stayed soft anyway, almost tender compared to the heat of what they’d just done. Sebastian’s hand cradled the back of Marcos’ head, holding him carefully as he pulled away.

“You did well,” he said, and Marcos wiped a tear running from his eyes with a smile.

“I kinda liked that.” Marcos chuckled. “I’ll have to practice more.”

“Yeah,” Sebastian said softly, planting another kiss on Marcos’ lips before talking even lower. “Tell me you want to fuck me.”

Marcos didn’t say anything. His hands ran up Sebastian’s body, feeling the muscles tense, then he brought Sebastian’s lips to his again, rougher and deeper.

“I want to fuck you.”

“Yeah?”

Marcos almost growled, “I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”

Sebastian kissed Marcos one more time before moving to the side of the table and climbing on top of him.

The table creaked faintly under the shift of both their bodies. Sebastian placed one knee beside Marcos’ hip, then the other, careful with the balance until he settled over him. Marcos’ hands found his waist immediately, pulling him down the last inch until their cocks rubbed together.

Sebastian’s breath broke against Marcos’ mouth.

They kissed hard and rough, no slow build left between them. Marcos’ hands ran up Sebastian’s body, over his ribs, his chest, his shoulders, then back down again as if he didn’t know where he wanted to touch most. Sebastian rolled his hips, dragging his cock against Marcos’.

The massage oil made everything slick. Sebastian braced one hand beside Marcos’ head and moved again, slow at first, then harder when Marcos’ grip tightened on his hips.

Marcos’ mouth left his and dragged along his jaw.

Sebastian tipped his head back, giving him space, then pushed down harder against him. Marcos’ cock rubbed against the inside of Sebastian’s thigh, slick and heavy, and the thought of it inside him made his body clench before anything had happened.

He pulled away. Marcos lay beneath him on the table, flushed, hard, hair a mess against the padding, mouth wet from Sebastian’s kiss and everything before it. His hands stayed on Sebastian’s body, one at his hip, the other moving down to his ass.

Sebastian lifted himself slightly.

Marcos’ hands moved with him, exploring, fingers spreading over the curve of his ass before sliding lower. Sebastian’s breath caught when Marcos touched him there, and he watched Marcos’ face as the touch turned more deliberate. Still curious. Still learning. But not uncertain in the same way anymore.

Sebastian reached behind him and wrapped his hand around Marcos’ cock.

Marcos moaned beneath him.