Seb pulled himself up to kneeling and stared at Martin, laid out in front of him. He was scruffy and flushed, and Seb wanted to do so many things to him to see him writhe.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” Martin said.
Seb had to clear this throat as arousal took him over. “I want to know what you taste like.”
Martin’s grin twisted. “So find out.”
“You sure?”
“I’ll tell you to stop if I need to.”
Seb couldn’t help himself as he dove back for Martin’s mouth, because the other option would be to stare up at the ceiling and babble out an incoherent prayer thanking whatever force had brought Martin into his life.
Martin’s hands were in his hair, pulling and then tugging down. Seb got the hint. He braced his shoulders against the backs of Martin’s thighs, pushing them up until Martin was open to him. Seb swiped his tongue against Martin’s hole, then up the crease to his taint. Martin groaned above him. Just as well they weren’t upstairs, because, lube or no lube, Seb was going to make Martin do that again, loudly.
He sucked Martin’s cock into his mouth, loving the taste of him on his tongue. The cotton laundry smell was gone, replaced with an earthier musk that tickled his nose as he went deeper. Martin shifted under his hands, shuddering with need. Seb hollowed his cheeks and bobbed his head. He closed his eyes, not wanting to see anything around him, nothing that would distract him from the taste of Martin and the feel of the hands still threaded into Seb’s hair.
“Oh, that’s amazing.” Nothing Martin said since this started sounded like a question, and his confidence was driving Seb crazy. He’d do anything for Martin when he was like this. Martin bumped against his throat. Seb swallowed, taking him deeper, and Martin grunted, but then he tensed.
“Wait. Too fast,” he said. Seb froze, looking up the flat, angular lines of Martin’s body. “Too fast. I’m not—” His chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. He pulled himself up to his elbows and reached down, fingers trailing along Seb’s lips. “Your mouth is beautiful. All of you is so—But I—What if I...”
Seb crawled up Martin’s body to kiss him. They rolled, legs tangling together and sheets twisting around their bodies until they were wrapped up in each other.
“I want more.” Seb gasped as Martin licked at his throat.
“More?” Martin gripped their cocks together, jerking them slowly.
“That’s good too. We can do this if you’re more comfortable with it, but I really liked sucking you off. It’s okay if it’s fast. I want you to come in my mouth.” He wanted to know everything: what Martin looked like, tasted like, sounded like, as he let go and came apart.
They untangled themselves, shifting and repositioning until Seb sat against the headboard, and Martin knelt above him. His cock hung, thick and heavy, and Seb cursed the lube situation again. He wanted that inside of him. He wanted the stretch and the burn, and the weight of Martin on top of him and pushing into him at the same time, so close they were almost one person; the best parts of each of them together.
Martin stroked himself. Seb could let him do that all night. Sit there and watch as Martin’s skin flushed and his hips thrust, until Martin’s come painted Seb’s skin. He’d like that.
“You can tell me to stop anytime you want to.” He opened his mouth, pressing his tongue flat against his lower lip.
“I don’t think I’ll need to.” The mattress creaked as Martin braced on the headboard. Pre-come glistened at the tip of his cock, and Seb licked it off, making Martin hiss.
Seb lapped at him, waiting, encouraging. “I want you in me. In me, on me. Everywhere. Just as you are. I want you to come down my throat. Is that okay?” Anticipation swirled inside Seb, making his heart pound and his dick pulse. Martin clenched his jaw, and he nodded. Seb warmed. He would make this good—so good—for both of them.
Martin was still tentative, at first. It was all new, and Seb could tell he was feeling the situation out, even while lust made him brave. Seb kept his mouth open, jaw slack, letting Martin explore, while concentration furrowed between his eyebrows. Eventually, Seb tightened his lips, wrapping them around his teeth and picking up the pace. Martin’s breathing went ragged. Seb sucked, using his hands to pull Martin’s hips back and forth, showing him how far he could go.
When Martin finally took over, Seb closed his eyes. This was what he wanted. To be used, a little. To give Martin control and pleasure, in the safety of this dark room together. He let Martin fuck his mouth, and he worked his own cock, spurred on by Martin’s heavy breathing and the hot weight of the other man’s dick pressing back against his throat.
He ached, leaking in his fist. Saliva pooled and spilled over his lips. It was messy and perfect. Seb wished he could tell Martin how perfect it was, but Martin was clearly lost in it now. His hips pumped, and his gaze was glassy, while a flush spread over his collarbones.
“Oh god,” Martin groaned. Seb wanted to praise him, tell him how amazing he felt. “That’s...” Martin gasped. “That’s good.” His rhythm faltered for a moment and then picked up, harder. Seb choked, but hummed when he could breathe again.
Martin felt powerful against him. Strong and demanding, and Seb had helped him get there. Seb was so turned on by the idea. He leaked all over his fist, and Martin murmured praise as his spine curled. His head dropped between his arms, his mouth inches from Seb’s head.
“So good. This is so good. Thank you. You don’t know...” He was babbling. Seb closed his eyes and took it all in. Took everything Martin gave him.
“That’s—That’s...” Martin made a choked sound, and then he was coming, hot and salty. Seb wrapped his free arm around Martin’s hips, holding him tight in his mouth while he pulled on his own dick in short, rapid strokes. He hummed and swallowed while Martin pulsed in Seb’s mouth, just like he’d asked. Seb’s orgasm ripped out of him, splattering against his belly and the inside of Martin’s thighs. He panted when Martin finally pulled out of his mouth.
* * *
They collapsed. Or rather, Martin collapsed, and Seb went with him, wrapping his arms around him. Martin kissed him, tasting himself on Seb’s lips. He wanted to chase it.
“In the future,” Seb gasped, “there will be lube.”
