Marcus chuckled, "It has a nice after effect. Your mother and I go a few rounds, then we come back and fuck till dawn. It relieves all that tension. Don't tell me that you don't enjoy it either. You invite me every year."
He nipped at his lips, keeping him close with the tie around his waist. He frowned a bit at the words. They were hardly exclusive, and he didn't mind Dale even given what he was. "I am beginning to feel like your bit on the side. I missed you, too, but this is different." It wasn't that Marcus wouldn't indulge him, because he would. There was a change, making it not as carefree. Maybe it was because there was an aspect of being hidden, not from the public, but in a way that was very different than before.