When they were naked, they fell into bed together. Seb was hard, but the ache from the night before was absent. Tonight would be easier.
Martin groaned as Seb thrust against his hip until Martin bent a knee to settle them more closely against each other. The ease that Martin showed like this, the way he wasn’t shy about making noise or showing Seb what he wanted, had been unexpected yesterday. Tonight, it was dazzling. Seb wanted to make Martin feel safe with him for a very long time.
And he wanted Martin to come his brains out. But those two things didn’t have to be mutually exclusive.
“This has, without a doubt, been the most interesting weekend of my life,” Martin said.
“I’m just getting started.” Seb flicked his tongue of the edge of Martin’s teeth, then hissed when Martin’s thumb brushed against his piercing.
“You think you have something to add?”
Seb ground against him, shifting until their cocks lined up. He slid a hand between them, grasping at them both. Lube was by the bed—he’d made sure it was there hours ago—but he didn’t reach for it. They had lots of time.
His grasp wasn’t tight as he stroked them together, but Martin rolled underneath him, thrusting into Seb’s fist.
“Good?” Seb asked.
Martin wrapped his hand around Seb’s. “Very.”
“You’re full of surprises, you know that?”
“That I like a hand on my dick? Not very surprising.” It wasn’t, but admitting it so openly—when talking about himself always seemed to be such a challenge—was the nicest surprise Seb had experienced all weekend.
He grinned and kissed Martin as he thrust, reveling in the press of their bodies together.
“Not everyone could have survived this weekend. Even fewer of them would let me take them to bed afterward. Most would have shown me the door.”
“I need someone to drive me home tomorrow.”
Laughing, Seb pumped their cocks at the edge of too hard as he nipped at Martin’s lip. Martin chuckled, but then came back with a kiss that made Seb’s toes curl and his dick start to leak against his fingers. Teasing gave way to heat in his chest and limbs.
“How do you want this?” He sucked Martin’s earlobe into his mouth, which made Martin shake under him. Seb filed that away for future reference.
“I believe there was talk of riding.” Martin squeezed Seb’s ass. The motion slid their cocks together again. With some more kissing and little lube for good measure, Seb would be able to come like that. It would be slow and messy, which was okay with him. But the way “riding” had curled around Martin’s tongue made him want to play that idea out first. They could go for slow and messy back at Seb’s apartment. In fact, Seb would pencil hours of that into his schedule as soon as they were home.
He jolted out of that fantasy at the sensation of Martin’s finger circling his rim. Oh. He clenched and bit at Martin’s lip, letting him explore.
“What do you like?” Martin’s breath was warm against Seb’s throat.
“Is this more research?” Seb laughed and then grunted as the finger against his ass pressed in the tiniest amount.
“Last night was more of a review. This will be primary research. Hands on.”
Seb bit back the joke about naughty teachers and extra credit, because Martin wouldn’t like it.
“I like hands on.” He rocked as Martin squeezed his cheeks again, kneading the muscle there. “And mouths. I like mouths. I’m—” Martin kissed him. “Not fussy.”
Martin pushed him around, laying Seb out the way he wanted to. He wasn’t rough, justfocused, reminding Seb of how he laid out all his tools before tackling a new project at his work table. Make sure everything was just so, before he started in.
He found himself lying on his back, head resting on his crossed arms. Martin had him lift his hips and put a pillow underneath, changing the angle for better access. Martin brushed a hand across Seb’s hip. The gesture was slow, fond, and it made him feel cared for, especially when Martin followed the same path with his mouth. His lips trailed over Seb’s thigh and across the sensitive skin of his groin.
“Are we sure this is a good idea? In your parents’ house, I mean?” It was a question, but the little puffs of his breath as he spoke tickled over Seb’s balls, making it hard for him to object, even if he wanted to.
Seb reached down, found the hand that rested on his stomach, and squeezed. “How loud are you going to make me scream?”
Martin glanced up, gray eyes sparkling as he smiled his crooked smile. “There’s another pillow there, just in case.”
The words made Seb’s stomach flip. In someone else, even from himself, it might have sounded cocky. A dare. From Martin, it sounded like a promise.
