"Yeah, that's what it was." Marc's jaw was tight, every muscle tense. He wouldn't let himself relax under the touch, even as the cream number the edges of the bruises, taking the worst bite of the pain away. The one at his back had bit deeply, and he knew he'd be feeling it for days.
For the best. Marc clamped his teeth together, the low growl escaping anyway, but he tried not to speak. He didn't want to sound like a fucking girl, begging Isaac for something the other bloke obviously didn't want. He didn't want to admit to the weakness of needing Isaac more than he'd needed anything before. Twisting, he put his forehead on his arms, face in the open hollow created by them, breath reflecting warm back from the bed as he tried not to let it get ragged. "Fuck them," he muttered, the words muffled. "S'not for the best. S'fucking irritating, and I'm fucking sick of it."