Marcus unzipped his trousers and pushed them down along with his underwear, kicking off his shoes so he could get them off. He took a moment to tug his socks off, feeling ridiculous with them still on while he was fucking starkers. "Riot. S'why I was late," he said as he laid down, head pillowed on his arms, closing his eyes. "Didn't stop to take care of shite after, since I was already bloody well late, and I didn't want to be too late to see Morgan. S'her birthday party today and I missed it."
The worst of it was that he was anticipating this. It should've been nothing, back to normal, and he shouldn't be reacting but fuck, he wanted this touch. Needed it. He growled softly. "Fuck. S'been a shite two weeks."