Isaac followed him, his eyes going to the bruises as the other man stripped his clothes off. "Fuck, Marcus, what the hell were you doing?" Although the answer was obvious. The bruises were common and he knew Marcus did it to relieve tensions.
"Trousers too." He ordered as he scooped up the bruise cream. "That one goes well down below the trousers." He motioned to the bed. "Strip and lay down on the bed." He ignored the comment about fucking. He had no idea what he should do about it. He still wanted Marcus but it was getting more and more complicated as time went on. They were both gaining feelings and in the political unrest it was endangering their families.