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There was something about the angle that made Sebastian’s pulse kick.

Marcos lying beneath him, head near the edge of the table, chest exposed, mouth half-open around each breath. His hair curled tightly against the padding, and his hands came up behind him, reaching awkwardly until his fingers found Sebastian’s legs.

Sebastian’s hands slid to Marcos’ neck. He worked there carefully, thumbs pressing into the tight muscles below his jaw and down toward his shoulders. Marcos’ eyes closed. Sebastian watched his face while he touched him, watched the way his brow loosened and then drew together again when Sebastian pressed harder. His cock still rested against the edge of the table, close enough to Marcos’ head that the heat of the position kept distracting him every time he shifted.

Marcos’ fingers ran slowly up the backs of Sebastian’s legs.

Sebastian’s hands paused for a second at Marcos’ throat before continuing down. He followed the strong column of his neck to his collarbone, then over his chest. His thumbs circled once near Marcos’ nipples before brushing over them.

Marcos moaned.

Sebastian played there for a little while, using both hands, watching Marcos’ body answer him. He rolled one nipple between his fingers, then flattened his palm over the other side of Marcos’ chest, feeling the way the muscle tightened beneath him. Marcos’ fingers climbed higher along Sebastian’s thighs, then reached around, hands finding the curve of Sebastian’s ass.

Sebastian’s breath caught.

The touch was firm. Marcos’ palms spread over him, fingers digging lightly into the muscle, and Sebastian felt it through his whole body. Marcos’ hands moved by feel, exploring the shape of Sebastian’s ass while Sebastian stood above him and tried to keep his own hands steady.

He continued down Marcos’ body. Over the hard line of his chest, across his ribs, over the planes of his stomach. Marcos’ abs tightened beneath his palms. Sebastian leaned further over the table to reach, his cock pressing harder against the edge until the pressure made him grit his teeth.

Marcos’ hands tightened on his ass.

Sebastian’s palms slid lower, one hand trailing down to Marcos’ cock, the other smoothing over his hip. He wrapped his fingers around Marcos’ shaft and stroked him once, slowly, watching the way Marcos’ chest lifted from the table. Marcos’ hands dragged over Sebastian again, pulling him closer, and Sebastian leaned further over him.

His cock slipped past the edge of the table and came to rest against the headrest.

Sebastian froze.

Marcos’ hands were still on his ass, gripping with slow pressure, fingers shifting over the muscle as if he hadn’t noticed anything had changed. Sebastian stood above him, one hand around Marcos’ cock, the other on his stomach, his own cock lying too close to Marcos’ face for either of them to ignore.

Then Marcos turned his head toward Sebastian’s cock.

Sebastian’s stomach tightened. He slid his hand back up Marcos’ chest, straightening as he did, and his cock slipped off the table. Marcos’ hands stayed on his ass, gripping tighter now.

“Seb,” Marcos said softly. “Keep it here.”

Heat moved through Sebastian in a way that made his thoughts thin out. Marcos’ voice had come out rough but clear.

Sebastian did what he was told.

His hand left Marcos’ body to grab his own cock and rest it on the massage table next to Marcos’ head. The shaft rubbed against Marcos’ cheek, leaving a slick line of precum against his skin. Marcos’ eyes half-closed at the contact, and his hands moved again over Sebastian’s ass, holding him there.

Sebastian continued the massage, though the word barely fit anymore. Marcos’ fingers spread over Sebastian’s ass as Sebastian stroked him slowly, the rhythm uneven because his own cock kept brushing Marcos’ cheek with every shift of his hips.

Marcos lifted one hand from Sebastian’s ass and brought it to his cock.

The angle made the touch awkward, but that did nothing to weaken it. Marcos ran his hand along the length, thumb sliding over the head and smearing the precum there before moving down again. Sebastian’s hips shifted forward before he could stop them, and the shaft dragged along Marcos’ face, then against the corner of his mouth.

A sound left Sebastian, low and unsteady.

Marcos’ other hand skimmed lower, fingers brushing over Sebastian’s balls. The touch was tentative at first, then firmer when Sebastian didn’t pull away. His palm cupped him, rolled gently, then returned to his shaft, feeling him with a care that made Sebastian’s knees want to soften.

Then Marcos stuck his tongue out. It slid over the tip.

Sebastian’s hand tightened on Marcos’ chest. “Marcos. You don’t—”

“I want to,” Marcos murmured, his tongue running down Sebastian’s shaft.

Sebastian’s next breath came apart.