Page 79 of Contested

“Seb,” Marcos said, voice tight.

Sebastian glanced up. “Move further on the bed.”

Marcos did what he was told without a word, shifting back on his elbows, then lying properly against the pillows as Sebastian followed. The obedience hit somewhere Sebastian hadn’t been expecting. He watched Marcos settle there, broad and flushed, eyes fixed on him, and something slipped out before he could stop it.

“Good boy.” He paused, fingers frozen on the button of Marcos’ pants. “Sorry, that was—”

“No, no,” Marcos said, not looking away. “Kinda works for me.”

Sebastian held his gaze, then let the corner of his mouth lift as his voice went low. “Good to know.”

His fingers worked the button, then the zipper.

Marcos watched him do it. His chest rose too quickly as Sebastian worked the pants and underwear down his thighs together. Marcos lifted his hips when Sebastian needed him to, breath catching as his cock came free and settled hard against his stomach.

Sebastian pulled the fabric down the rest of the way. Marcos kicked his pants and underwear onto the floor.

Sebastian let himself look.

Marcos was spread out beneath him, broad and flushed, muscles shifting with every uneven breath. A small patch of hair sat at the centre of his chest, and the darker trail beneath his navel led down to where his cock lay against his stomach, thick and wet at the tip. His balls rested heavy between his thighs, and when Sebastian shifted closer, Marcos opened his legs a little more without being asked.

Sebastian ran his hand up the inside of Marcos’ thigh, slow enough to feel the muscle jump under his palm. Marcos’ breath hitched when Sebastian’s fingers curled under his balls, and Sebastian looked up long enough to catch the way his mouth had parted.

He lowered his mouth to the inside of Marcos’ thigh first, following the same path his hand had taken. Marcos’ fingers threaded into the back of Sebastian’s hair, not pushing, only resting there as Sebastian kissed higher, then dragged his tongue over the skin beside his hand.

Sebastian held him steady with one hand against his thigh and kept going, mouth moving slowly until his lips brushed the weight of Marcos’ balls in his fingers. Marcos’ hand tightened in his hair then, and the sound that left him was rougher than the others, less controlled.

Sebastian let his tongue explore carefully at first, testing the pressure, feeling Marcos’ body answer beneath him. His fingers adjusted, lifting him slightly, and Marcos swore under his breath when Sebastian’s mouth settled there properly. He took his time, tongue working over one side, then the other, before sucking gently on his balls, slow enough that Marcos’ thighs started to tense around him.

“Fuck,” Marcos breathed, the word dragging out of him.

Sebastian kept his hand wrapped beneath Marcos’ balls as his tongue moved again, firmer this time, drawing another broken sound from him before Sebastian finally let his hand slide up to Marcos’ cock. He wrapped his fingers around the base, thumb dragging along the underside as he worked up it before circling the head and easing over the foreskin.

Marcos’ hips lifted by instinct.

Sebastian pressed him back down with a hand to his thigh, then followed the same path upward with his mouth. His tongue ran from Marcos’ balls along the underside of his cock, slow and deliberate, until he reached the tip. Precum had gathered there, and Sebastian tasted the salt of it as his tongue circled once, his hand still working at the base.

He smiled against Marcos and did it again. This time, when his tongue circled the tip, he let his lips follow, stretching over the head and taking him into his mouth properly.

Marcos’ reaction came fast. A hiss slipped out of him, sharp and low, and Sebastian hummed.

The vibration ran through Marcos’ cock. His hips jerked, driving a few inches deeper into Sebastian’s mouth, and Sebastian adjusted, one hand tightening around the base as he pulled up just enough to breathe before sinking down again. He took more of him this time, jaw relaxing, tongue pressing along the underside as Marcos filled his mouth.

Marcos still didn’t take control. His grip was there, firmer now, more present, but he wasn’t forcing Sebastian down or holding him in place. He let Sebastian decide the pace, and that made Sebastian want to push further.

Sebastian looked up through his lashes.

Marcos was watching him.

That nearly ruined Sebastian’s rhythm. Marcos’ chest rose and fell too quickly, the muscles through his stomach pulling tight every time Sebastian’s mouth sank lower.

Sebastian went down again, further this time, taking as much of the length as he could. His throat tightened around him, and Sebastian breathed through it, eyes watering slightly as his nose brushed against the dark curls at the base of Marcos’ cock. Marcos’ grip went tight enough to pull at his scalp, and Sebastian pulled back slowly, dragging his tongue along the shaft until he reached the tip again and tasted the salt of precum.

“Dios,” Marcos breathed, the word almost breaking.

Sebastian wanted more of that.

His hands roamed over Marcos’ body as he worked him, trying to find what made him react. He already knew some of it from earlier, but now the answers came sharper. Marcos’ nipples were the main spot; the moment Sebastian’s fingers found one and rolled it gently, Marcos’ hips shifted, his cock pressing harder against Sebastian’s tongue. His balls were another. When Sebastian’s hand slid lower and cupped them, thumb brushing beneath, Marcos’ thighs tensed on either side of him.