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“carlos, i’ve never-“ oscar cuts himself off, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth as he turns his head sharply to the side, pointedly avoiding the mans eyes as if that would somehow diminish the vulnerability of his confession.
“never what pecosito ?” carlos hums, dipping his head slightly to draw oscars attention back to him- “been with a man?” oscar only squeezes his eyes shut and tightens his grip on the others shoulder.
something dark and possessive coils in carlos stomach and he can hear the way his voice deepens with it, tone hushed, “ ill make sure you never want to be with another one again ”
that does the trick. oscar whips his head back around so quickly his neck cracks, his eyes narrowed and a ‘ what the fuck ’ already forming on his lips when he clocks the predatory look in carlos eyes and oh.
carlos takes advantage. he presses closer still, sliding his hands further up the mans thighs, fingernails digging into the flesh of his ass and causing oscar to jolt in his hands, lurching forward as carlos aligns his lips right by his ear,
“ill ruin everyone else for you pecosito . anytime a man lays their hands on you, everytime you feel the press of their lips-“ carlos pauses, driving home his point with a brush of his lips across oscars earlobe, “you’ll think of me. you’ll see me when you close your eyes in pleasure and then feel sick when you open them to see its anyone other than me touching you”
oscars whimpers, barely perceptible but carlos hears it, “do you want that oscar? do you want me to be that for you?”
oscar has his lip back between his teeth and carlos has to resist the urge to replace them with his own as he pulls back. oscars wide eyes are clouded with something- lust? hesitation? carlos trusts the man is smart enough to figure out that he wont get anything til he confirms he truly wants it.
“not here” he murmurs finally, gaze dropping to the space between them- which there admittedly isn’t much of, “take me back to your hotel”
pride swarms in carlos chest and he tries his best to temper it as he steps back, not missing the way oscars chest heaves with a shaky breath as carlos’ hand moves to snake around his waist. he guides him to his feet- to his side - as he weaves them through the room.
his can feel the heat of oscar pressed to his arm, can feel the electricity charging under his skin and his own body is screaming to touch touch touch . his grip tightens of its own accord and oscars breath hitches once again,
“ carlos ” he grits, “ get us out of here ” and that’s all carlos needs to hear.