Page 82 of Contested

Marcos slowed down, pulling gently at Sebastian’s hair until his mouth left Marcos’ cock again.

Sebastian came off him with a wet breath, lips swollen, chest moving hard. Marcos’ cock slapped back against his stomach, slick and heavy, and he had to breathe through the sight before he could think properly.

“Chết tiệt,” Sebastian choked out between breaths. “Fuck.”

Marcos swallowed, fingers still in his hair. “You okay?”

Sebastian’s eyes were still wet, his lashes darkened, mouth parted around rough breaths. “Fuck, yes. You can do that whenever you want.”

Marcos smirked.

That should have made him feel embarrassed. Maybe later it would. Maybe something would get a hold of him. But, right now, all it did was make the heat in him flare again, rough and pleased and impossible to hide. He brought Sebastian’s lips to his, tasting himself on Sebastian’s tongue.

The taste of it made his hips buck.

Sebastian made a quiet sound into his mouth and shifted closer, hand sliding up Marcos’ chest again as the kiss deepened. Marcos kissed him hard because he needed somewhere to put what was still swirling in him. The need to keep going.

But Sebastian pulled away, propping himself up.

Marcos lifted his gaze to him, eyes searching.

“Fuck me?” Sebastian asked, his voice low and soft, lip whitening as he bit down on it.

The directness caught Marcos off guard.

His heart thumped loudly, and his cock twitched at the thought, hard and immediate against his stomach. Sebastian looked open. Almost pleading, though Marcos didn’t think Sebastian Nguyen would ever let himself plead for anything.

“Yeah,” he rasped.

Sebastian smiled, leaning back, his hand finding the button of his jeans while nodding toward his nightstand.

Marcos didn’t need to be told any more. He reached for the nightstand, hands less steady than he wanted them to be, and pulled each drawer open until he found condoms and lube sitting inside the bottom one.

His pulse kicked harder.

When he turned back, Sebastian was kneeling naked on the bed.

Marcos went still.

He had seen Sebastian naked before, but not like this.

In the shower, there had still been water, blood, and the excuse of cleaning him up. Here, there was nothing to hide behind. Just Sebastian on his bed, bare and watching him, waiting for Marcos to act.

His upper body was smooth and hairless, muscle sitting tight across his chest and stomach with a little less bulk Marcos carried through his own frame. His pubes were dark and tidy, drawing Marcos’ eyes lower before he could stop them. Sebastian’s cock stood hard between his thighs, slightly smaller than Marcos’ but thicker, foreskin pulled back enough to show the wet shine at the head.

Sebastian’s lips curved, not quite smug, though close enough that Marcos almost laughed. Then Sebastian shuffled forward, hands running along Marcos’ shoulders and chest before leaning over to kiss him. Marcos fell into it too quickly, still holding the condom and lube awkwardly in one hand until Sebastian took them from him and dropped them beside the pillow.

Sebastian wrapped his arms around him and rolled.

Marcos followed by instinct, letting Sebastian pull him down and over until he was on top. The shift brought their bodies together properly. Marcos felt Sebastian’s cock hard against his own, slick where they pressed, and Sebastian thrust up with a whimper that went straight into Marcos’ mouth.

Marcos’ hips answered before he could stop them. The drag of their cocks together was enough to make his arms shake where he braced himself over Sebastian. He broke the kiss and brought his mouth to Sebastian’s neck, moaning into it as Sebastian’s hands roved across his back.

“Start slow,” Sebastian murmured, and Marcos nodded.

He repeated that to himself as Sebastian adjusted beneath him, reaching for the condom and pressing it into Marcos’ hand. Marcos shifted back onto his knees, suddenly too aware of his own hands, the condom packet, the lube beside Sebastian’s hip, the fact that he had never done this before with another man and was now meant to figure out how to make his body do something his head had only started allowing a few days ago.

Sebastian watched him but didn’t rush him.