Page 31 of Contested

That was enough. Marcos didn’t have to think anymore. His hand landed on the side of Sebastian’s face and pulled him in the rest of the way.

Their lips met again, but this time was different. Sebastian’s hand held Marcos’ chin, while the other slithered around his waist, pulling Marcos closer.

Marcos didn’t fight it and let his chest press against Sebastian’s, his own free hand running up Sebastian’s back, feeling the muscles pull and tense. Marcos’ other hand gripped firmer, fingers wrapping around Sebastian’s hair as he pushed in harder.

Their breathing shifted as each of them fought for control, though neither was giving it up. Marcos tugged on Sebastian’s hair, drawing their lips apart.

“Not bad,” Sebastian said softly, a smirk growing on his face as he lifted his gaze to Marcos. “Bit weak, though. Think I would’ve beaten you today if not for the others.”

Marcos raised his eyebrow as his mind tried to turn back on, but he didn’t give it enough time to.

“Cabrón,” he muttered, his fingers loosening on Sebastian’s hair and moving to his throat.

Marcos gripped underneath Sebastian’s jaw, angling his head up before clashing their lips together and pushing Sebastian back until his back met the wall.

The contact was hard enough to make Sebastian’s breath catch. Marcos felt it against his mouth and pressed closer, one hand still at Sebastian’s throat, the other sliding down his side. Sebastian answered, hands gripping Marcos’ singlet and pulling him in rather than pushing him away.

Sebastian moaned into Marcos’ mouth, giving Marcos the chance to slip his tongue inside.

Their tongues slid against each other as their hot breath tangled. Sebastian tilted his head up more, exposing his neck as Marcos’ grip tightened. Sebastian shifted his hips, aligning himself properly with Marcos’, who felt Sebastian’s cock straining against the sweatpants.

That was when Marcos’ mind caught up, and despite himself, he started to think again. His eyes snapped open, his hand dropped from Sebastian’s throat, and he pulled away, taking a step back.

“Are you okay?” Sebastian asked between breaths, his own hands falling back to his side.

Marcos closed his eyes and nodded once. Then twice. “Yeah. I’ve just never done this.”

Sebastian raised his eyebrow. “At all?”

“With a guy.”

“That makes more sense.” Sebastian chuckled, and Marcos met his gaze. “Do you want to stop?”

Marcos shook his head. “I just don’t know what I’m doing.”

Sebastian smiled, taking a step forward and placing a hand on Marcos’ chest. “You don’t have to do anything.”

“Won’t you be shortchanged?” Marcos questioned, and Sebastian tilted his head.

“Short—did you mean ‘disappointed’?”

Marcos paused. “Probably.”

Sebastian’s grin grew wider, and he bit his lower lip. “Trust me.”

A gentle pressure pushed against Marcos’ chest, and he didn’t fight it, letting Sebastian slowly push him backward, guiding him across the living room. Marcos’ calves soon hit the couch, and he let himself fall back on the couch, his legs spreading wide naturally as he did, and his shorts riding up his thighs.

Marcos eyes flicked to Sebastian standing over him, his eyes trailing down his hairless, muscular chest, and over the obvious bulge straining against the fabric of the sweatpants.

“Consider this an apology,” Sebastian said, slowly getting to his knees and resting his hands on Marcos’ thighs. “For hitting you.”

Sebastian’s touch sent chills rushing through Marcos’ body as he kept his eyes locked on the other man now kneeling in front of him.

“I’m gross,” Marcos started as Sebastian’s hand ran up his thighs and over his shorts. “I can shower if—”

“Shut the fuck up,” Sebastian said, voice low, and Marcos obeyed.

Marcos’ pulse thundered in his ears, breath catching sharp as Sebastian’s hands settled heavier on his thighs. The pressure was firm, fingers splaying wide over the thick muscle there, thumbs pressing divots into the fabric of his shorts.