Cassius was appreciative of his hands, of his warmth and closeness, reveling it. Fuck, he was such a hot individual he almost couldn't stand it.
At his words he also couldn't help the electricity that shot through his body. The flip his stomach made was something he hadn't felt in years, and he groaned softly at it all. His mind was barely even coherent as he pushed the other man back against the first thing he found, perhaps it was a table, he barely even looked before lifting Marcus up and placing him atop it.
"I want you, Marcus," he said, his mouth finding his again, his hands wandering down to reach inside his sweatpants, taking his length in hand and stroking gently.