Twink was putting on a show, he liked doing that, Marcus remembered. Centre of attention for the red head. Not that Marc minded, he very much did not mind actually. The thought tumbled around his brain and if he'd been even the slightest bit sober he would have cringes at the wording. Yes, he didn't speak much, but he tried to be eloquent when he did. 'Ha, long word...' He let out a bark of laughter, then stopped, licking his lips instead as his eyes focused on the flash of bare skin.
Ignoring the smirk, Marcus kissed, the younger man as if he wanted to consume him completely. Drink freed him of his inhibitions, but it also made him a little rougher than usual, as his control was lacking. Feeling his swollen lower lip being sucked on, Marcus let out a low groan which only became louder as cooler metal ran over abused skin.
His hand circled George's wrist as the red head pulled him closer, but he didn't deny him the touch.
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