Page 81 of Contested

The sight punched through every thought Marcos had left. His free hand came to rest around the base of his cock, fingers circling himself as he angled forward and slapped the head against Sebastian’s tongue. A string of precum caught between them when he pulled away, stretching from Sebastian’s tongue to the tip before breaking.

Sebastian moaned. His back arched, and his eyes stayed on Marcos, expectant in a way that almost undid him.

The wanting there almost matched Marcos’ own.

Not exactly. Sebastian knew more than he did. Sebastian had asked for this with a grin and a dirty mouth, while Marcos thought every step came with something new to learn. But the want itself was the same. It sat openly in Sebastian’s face and under Marcos’ skin, and Marcos couldn’t wait any longer to give Sebastian what he had asked for.

He guided the tip of his cock into Sebastian’s mouth, and the warmth hit him instantly.

Marcos’ breath broke on the way out. Sebastian didn’t move. He kept his mouth wide and his head still, waiting for Marcos, letting him feel the first tight slide over the head, the wet pressure of his tongue underneath, the way his lips stretched around him without taking any more than Marcos gave.

Both of Marcos’ hands were in his hair now, fingers gripping, but not pushing yet. His cock slid a few inches deeper into Sebastian’s mouth, and Marcos threw his head back before he could stop himself. Heat ran through him too quickly. His thighs tensed on either side of Sebastian’s shoulders, and his fingers tightened in Sebastian’s hair.

He thrust again, further this time, and the head of his cock hit the back of Sebastian’s throat.

Sebastian didn’t move his head. He stayed there, eyes still on Marcos, breathing through his nose, one hand resting on Marcos’ thigh. He looked steady enough that Marcos forgot to be careful for half a second.

Sebastian’s hand slid up Marcos’ body, palm dragging over his stomach before finding his nipple and playing with it.

The touch sent a shot of ecstasy through Marcos so sharp his breath caught in his chest. His hips jerked harder, and this time his cock pushed deep enough that Sebastian gagged around him, the sound filling the room, rough and wet.

Marcos pulled back immediately. Not all the way out, but enough to give Sebastian room. His hands loosened, and he looked down, waiting for the sign that he had gone too fast.

Sebastian blinked up at him, eyes watering slightly.

Then he hummed.

The vibration rattled up Marcos’ shaft, and his grip tightened again before he could decide whether it was a good idea. Sebastian’s hand stayed at his nipple, fingers rolling and pinching with more purpose now, and his other hand pressed against Marcos’ thigh.

Marcos exhaled hard.

He thrust again.

This time, Sebastian took it better. His throat worked around the head of Marcos’ cock before Marcos pulled back, and the heat of his mouth stayed slick and tight the whole way. Marcos kept his rhythm shallow for a few strokes, testing the motion, watching Sebastian’s face. Each movement slid a little further than the last. Each time, Sebastian adjusted quicker, mouth opening wider, jaw loosening, tongue pressing underneath as Marcos moved. The rhythm found itself.

His hips began to move properly, thrusting into Sebastian’s mouth while his hands held Sebastian steady. Each buck of Marcos’ hips brought Sebastian’s face lower, closer to the dark curls at the base of his cock. Sebastian’s throat pulsed around him when he pushed too deep, and the feeling made Marcos’ thoughts go thin.

“Fuck, take it,” Marcos breathed, speeding up. The Spanish left his mouth without him deciding on it. It felt easier that way. Rougher.

Sebastian’s fingers tightened on Marcos’ nipple in answer, and Marcos drove in again, harder.

Sebastian adjusted to the speed and aggression. His hands stayed on Marcos’ body, one at his thigh, one at his chest, grounding and encouraging at the same time. The gagging didn’t stop completely, but it changed. It became part of it. Something Sebastian worked with instead of against. Every time Marcos pushed too deep, Sebastian’s throat tightened around him, and every time Marcos pulled back, Sebastian’s tongue dragged underneath, ready for the next thrust.

Marcos couldn’t look away.

Sebastian’s eyes watered, but they kept finding his. His mouth stretched around Marcos’ cock, lips slick, chin wet, hair pulled through Marcos’ fingers.

Marcos’ hand tugged at his hair on the next thrust. Sebastian made a sound around him, low and wrecked, and Marcos felt it all the way up his spine.

His other hand slid down Sebastian’s cheek, thumb brushing near the corner of his mouth before gripping his jaw lightly. Sebastian kept taking him, kept looking up, kept working Marcos’ nipple.

The edge started building too quickly.

Marcos felt it low in his body first, a tightening that spread through his thighs and stomach before he had time to slow it down. He wanted to cum. He wanted to keep Sebastian right there, mouth open around him, hair caught in his fists, throat taking him until he couldn’t hold back anymore.

But he didn’t want it to end there.

Not yet.