That gave Marcus a quick, visceral image, and an equally swift reaction tightening in his gut. Fuck. Not appropriate, not appropriate at all. But still tempting.
He sat up, about to point to where there was food on the table, waiting, interrupted by the touch of fingers on his jaw. He sat there, staring at Isaac, still as the other man relaxed back.
Fuck it.
Ask for what you want.
Fuck it.
Marc leaned forward, hand snaking out to rest at the nape of Isaac's neck, dragging him forward again as Marcus leaned in, crushing mouth to mouth. "Don't fucking tease," he muttered hoarsely, when he finally let it break. "Now tell me what the fuck you did."