Page 78 of Contested

Marcos met the kiss quickly. Sebastian gave it to him, mouth opening beneath the firmer pressure, hands sliding over Marcos’ bare chest before he spun them and guided him toward the bed. Marcos followed, not smooth enough to hide the nerves still sitting in him, but not pulling back either.

They stopped once the back of Marcos’ knees hit the mattress.

Sebastian pressed closer, and Marcos’ hands found his waist, then his back, then lower again, like he couldn’t decide where he wanted to hold. The kiss turned rougher with the awkward shift, their mouths moving harder as neither of them gave ground. Marcos’ fingers spread across Sebastian’s bare skin, warm and a little unsteady, and Sebastian felt the change in him with every second they stayed there. The uncertainty not gone but starting to blur around the edges.

Marcos lowered himself onto the bed’s edge, and Sebastian adjusted with him, straddling Marcos without breaking the kiss. Marcos’ hands caught at his hips at once, a rough breath leaving him against Sebastian’s mouth, and Sebastian smiled into it before kissing him harder.

His hands moved around the back of Marcos’ head, fingers tugging at his curls as he tried to get closer. Marcos made a low sound and shifted underneath him, hips lifting by instinct. Sebastian felt the hard line of him through the dress pants.

Sebastian rolled his hips once, slow and deliberate, and Marcos’ hands tightened on him. He moved beneath Sebastian with more confidence. His mouth opened wider. His grip on Sebastian’s hips became less careful, and he pushed back firmer into the next kiss.

The pressure Sebastian gave against Marcos’ mouth made them fall slowly onto the mattress.

Marcos went first, back hitting the bed with a breathless sound, and Sebastian followed him down, catching himself with one hand beside Marcos’ head. His knees stayed close to Marcos’ sides, keeping most of his weight off him.

Marcos chased his lips when Sebastian pulled back.

He stayed just out of reach, looking down at Marcos. Marcos’ curls had spread messily against the bedding, his eyes still half-closed, his mouth wet from kissing. His hands had landed on Sebastian’s thighs and stayed there.

“Still want to be cute?” Sebastian asked, grinning.

“Yeah,” Marcos murmured, his hips bucking into Sebastian.

The motion dragged Sebastian’s gaze down. Marcos was straining against the front of his pants, the fabric pulled tight enough that there was no hiding how badly he wanted this. Sebastian bit his lower lip, heat curling low in his stomach, before he brought his attention back to Marcos’ face.

He kissed him again, fleeting.

Then his mouth moved to the side, running along Marcos’ jaw and up to his ear. Marcos’ breath hitched when Sebastian’s teeth grazed lightly there, and the sound went straight through him. Sebastian did it again, slower, letting his lips drag over the warm skin below Marcos’ ear before working down his neck.

Marcos tipped his head back.

Sebastian took his time there, kissing along his throat, then lower, over the place where his pulse kept jumping too hard under the skin. He felt every sound Marcos tried to swallow. They moved through his chest before they reached Sebastian’s mouth, caught somewhere between breath and moan, and Sebastian wanted to pull each one out of him properly.

His hand ran across Marcos’ chest, fingers spreading over the muscle there before finding one nipple.

Marcos’ stomach flexed.

Sebastian glanced up, then let his thumb brush over it again. Marcos’ eyes were closed now, his brow drawn in, mouth parted around a breath he seemed to have forgotten to finish. Sebastian lowered his mouth and took the nipple with his tongue, flicking over it once before closing his lips around it.

“Fuck,” Marcos breathed.

Sebastian smiled against his skin.

He stayed there longer than he needed to, tongue teasing, teeth grazing, hand finding the other side of Marcos’ chest. Marcos’ hips shifted beneath him, a restless little movement that made the mattress creak. Sebastian kept him there with one hand at his waist while his mouth moved to the other nipple, giving it the same attention until Marcos’ breathing had gone rougher and less controlled.

When Sebastian’s hand slid down Marcos’ stomach, Marcos’ whole body followed the touch.

His muscles tightened before Sebastian reached the waistband. His hips lifted, then settled. His hands shifted from Sebastian’s thighs to the sheets and gripped there instead.

Sebastian kissed lower, following the line between Marcos’ abs, taking his time over every place that made Marcos’ breathing change.

Marcos dropped his gaze to him.

Sebastian caught it and held his gaze as his mouth reached his navel. His tongue flicked there once, then lower, following the dark line of hair disappearing beneath the waistband.

Marcos’ breath left him in a uneven rush.

Sebastian let his cheek brush the hard shape trapped beneath the fabric, just enough pressure to make Marcos’ hips shift. He pressed a kiss beside the waistband, then another lower, over the fabric, close enough to make Marcos’ fingers twist harder into the bedding.