Cass kissed along the side of Marc's mouth and jawline as he spoke, one hand grabbing his hip and the other tangling in his hair as he continued to let his lips trail along his flesh. "I have a bit more time. Couple hours. Enough to make you cry out for me," he teasingly promised, the hand on his boyfriend's hip going to rub Marcus' erection through the material of his bottoms.
"Question is, do you want me to fuck you on the counter... or should I be a classy boyfriend and take you to bed first?"