Gatlin would barely have time to register Mark in front of him, before he was back up against the door roughly, lips smashed together in a hungry, heated kiss. Mark was already painfully hard, hips rutting against Gat's to show just that.
This was new, and definately not like Mark, but Gat's protests would not be met with much empathy at all. His own need was too great, to pay attention to his friend's morals.