Page 86 of Contested

“I’ll take that as a good sign,” Sebastian said once he pulled away. His gaze dropped to his body.

Marcos followed his gaze, eyeing the cum covering Sebastian’s stomach and chest.

“I have a dumb question,” Marcos said, his attention coming back to Sebastian’s face. “What’s it taste like?”

“Hard to describe,” Sebastian said with a chuckle. “But by all means, have a taste.”

Marcos stared at him.

Sebastian’s mouth twitched, daring him without actually saying it. Marcos felt heat creep up his neck, which was stupid after everything they had just done, but apparently that was where his body had decided to draw the line. Not at fucking Sebastian. Not at having Sebastian’s mouth on him. At this.

He shifted down the bed slowly. Sebastian watched him the whole way.

Marcos stopped near Sebastian’s stomach, bracing one hand on the mattress beside his hip. The cum streaked over the hard line of Sebastian’s abs and higher across his chest. Marcos hesitated for a split second, then lowered his mouth and tentatively licked a small spot from Sebastian’s stomach.

Sebastian shivered.

The reaction made Marcos’ embarrassment loosen. He swallowed, considering the taste, then glanced up.

“Thoughts?” Sebastian questioned through a smirk.

Marcos lifted a shoulder, licking a bit more. “I could get used to it.”

Sebastian’s smirk shifted into something softer before Marcos moved back up the bed. He kissed him again, slower than before, letting Sebastian taste himself on Marcos’ mouth this time. Sebastian’s hand slid into Marcos’ curls and stayed there, holding without pulling.

Then he moved.

“Come on,” Sebastian said, rolling to the side of the bed and getting to his feet. “Come shower.”

He stood beside the bed, naked, messy, and holding out a hand as if it was the easiest thing in the world for Marcos to take it. There was no sharp turn in Marcos’ stomach. No sudden need to find his clothes, his shoes, the door. Just exhaustion and the quiet pull of Sebastian waiting for him.

Marcos sighed, then took his hand and allowed himself to be led to the shower.

|| Chapter Nineteen ||

Marcos – ‘I’ll try’

“So, both of us kept our socks on.” Marcos’ voice was rough as he pulled his shirt over his head. “Which means this doesn’t count, right?”

“You’re so funny,” Sebastian called from down the hall, and a grin slipped onto Marcos’ face.

He was standing in Sebastian’s room, hand running through his damp hair now that he was fully dressed. His body still was too loose from the shower and everything before it, muscles heavy in a way that had nothing to do with training.

His eyes swept the room, fully taking it in now that Sebastian’s lips weren’t waiting for his. It was clean and controlled, almost too put-together, but not empty. A few clothes sat folded over the back of a chair. A watch rested on the bedside table beside a phone charger. The bed was ruined now, the sheets pulled loose and twisted.

Then the pictures on the shelf caught his attention.

A younger Sebastian stood with an older man and woman in one of them. His grandparents, Marcos assumed. Sebastian looked small between them, hair neat and his face serious in a way that didn’t fully match the age of him. Another photo showed a girl standing beside him, looking a little older.

Marcos stepped closer.

The frame he picked up held only Sebastian and the girl. Sebastian couldn’t have been older than nine, maybe younger, grinning at the camera with a few teeth missing. The smile was big, but something about it didn’t reach his eyes properly.

Marcos turned the frame over and saw writing on the back.

Quỳnh.

Marcos furrowed his brow, trying to sound it out under his breath, and almost dropped the photo when he heard movement in the doorway behind him.