"Please. Save your sentimentalities for your boyfriends," Marcus requested, rolling his eyes.
Untucking the shirt from Patrick's trousers, Marcus ran his hand up to feel smooth, muscled abs and warm male flesh. He kissed Patrick lingering, running the tip of his tongue over the boy's generous lower lip.
"You've already seen this place anyhow, so a tour would be redundant," he said, his voice hoarse again.
As they walked, Marcus was already undoing his shirt and let go of Patrick's hand to undo the buttons at his cuffs. He shrugged out of it and tossed it on a nearby chair.
His bedroom looked lived in, but not too messy. "Bloody maid's day off," he explained, but at least the sheets were clean if the bed hadn't been made.
"I don't have to look because some bored young thing came waltzing into my office unannounced, and now he's going to get shagged rotten."