Seb’s head rolled back as he felt the slide of Martin’s tongue down the seam of his balls, over his taint, and then lower. Seb moaned in the back of his throat. Martin pushed his thighs apart, holding him exposed.
“You want this?” Martin said. “My mouth on you?”
“Yes please.” Seb’s thighs trembled, and they had barely even started. He used his hands to hold his legs open so Martin could explore more, which turned out to be a really good idea. Martin slipped a finger into his mouth and then pressed it gently against Seb’s hole, watching him the entire time. Gasping, Seb had to close his eyes as Martin’s head ducked lower and the gentle pressure of one finger was replaced by the warm flat of Martin’s tongue.
It was good. Martin’s tongue flicked over his ass, wet strokes and gentle stabs as Martin used the tip to curl against him and slip inside. Seb gritted his teeth and growled encouragement, especially when Martin’s hand circled around Seb’s cock and jerked him slowly. Seb let one hand slip, the thigh resting over the back of Martin’s shoulder, so he could reach up and flick at the piercing in one nipple. The little twist of pain made him clench as Martin continued to work him up with his hand and his mouth.
“More.” Seb was rewarded with a wet stroke as Martin licked him one last time and sat up, looking sheepishly pleased with himself.
“You’ve got hidden talents,” Seb said, and Martin grinned as he reached toward the nightstand and the lube there.
“I was a poor student for a long time,” he said, flicking the cap open. “When there wasn’t money for condoms, we had to satisfy ourselves with other activities.”
“Like ping pong?” Seb waggled his eyebrows, then hissed as one lube-slicked finger slid down the crease of his ass.
“Just like ping pong.” Martin circled his hole again. After Martin’s previous attention, Seb was loose enough that the first finger slid in without much of a fuss, and the second stretched just enough to make him hum as he shifted against the bed. His concentration was focused on the sensation of Martin’s fingers sliding in and out of him, working him open, and Seb couldn’t find the right place for his limbs. He grasped at the sheets and slid his heels restlessly. Martin shushed him gently, running his free hand up and down the inside of Seb’s thigh while his other hand continued to move back and forth, the fingers twisting. Seb rolled with it, chewing on his lip, still conscious of the fact that this wasn’t his house and someone could hear. Yesterday, he would have been okay with that. Today, he wanted this, him and Martin. He didn’t want to share it with anyone else.
Martin added a third finger, and the pressure made Seb curl up on himself. His cock was hard and flushed against his stomach.
“More,” he said again. The fingers twisted and flexed and found his prostate, and a gasp punched out of him. He pulled Martin up, pressing their mouths together, and Martin fell forward until both his hands were planted on either side of Seb’s head, leaving him empty where Martin had been so diligently prepping him.
“More than that,” he said against Martin’s lips, and was rewarded with a soft moan.
“Show me.”
It was Seb’s chance to be bossy. He positioned Martin exactly as he wanted him, sitting upright against the bed’s headboard. Martin was hard too, his cock bobbing eagerly as Seb found the condom he’d stashed underneath one of the pillows.
“May I?” he said as he held the wrapper between two fingers.
“You’re never this polite with anyone else,” Martin said.
Seb pouted, even as he pulled the foil apart. “It seems like the best plan before I stick your dick in my ass.”
“You really aren’t much for sweet talk, though, are you?” Martin laughed, then sucked in his breath as Seb grasped his cock and stroked him.
“I am an artist, but subtlety escapes me in most other media, yes.”
“The silent b, I remember.”
Seb unrolled the condom and slicked on more lube. Fumbling, they both laughed as he positioned himself, facing away from Martin, who tried to help. Somehow they wound up with four hands and one cock and generally too much going on down there, so Seb distracted Martin with a long kiss over his shoulder while he slowly pressed down.
The stinging stretch as Martin entered him had him throwing his head back. He shifted, retreating a fraction of an inch before sliding down farther. Martin’s hands were on his ribs now, roaming, as he kissed along the ridges of Seb’s shoulder blades.
“Oh, yes. Don’t stop,” Martin said.
“So good.” Seb rocked his hips, trying to take more of him. Martin’s hands tightened around him. “Just give me a minute.”
“Take your time. I’m enjoying the view.”
Seb bet he was. Martin’s cock disappeared inch by inch inside of him. The pressure and the heat were amazing. To see his hole, stretched tight and taking Martin in...
He seated himself, cradled between Martin’s knees. They both groaned as Seb clenched and rocked, trying to adjust to the last demanding inch.
Beneath, tentatively at first, Martin rolled his hips, and Seb shuddered. “Do that again.”
Martin kissed him and obliged, and yes, that was good. They could do that for a while. Martin didn’t seem to have any problems getting on board with that plan either.
They kissed, slow and heavy, like when they’d first come to bed. Martin’s hand was on Seb’s cock, but like before, without urgency. They moved against each other, Seb raising himself up and then sliding back down to feel every inch of Martin’s length. He bottomed out again with a twist and made needy whimpers as Martin stroked against his prostate. Heat spread up his spine and across his chest.
