“Yes, it does … I do apologize for that, I’d give anything to be as graceful as I once was. Unfortunately I never again will be,” he murmured with a soft sigh, shaking his head slowly until Roger uttered another softly spoken question. “Ah, yes, I have had clients grow agitated in the past because they feel like they’re being cheated. They see this small, pretty creature and grow rather excited to fuck it forwards, backwards, and sideways. Upon realizing I’m not able to be bent and manipulated in some ways they have become quite irate. Luckily Isaac tends to keep a close eye on me when I work, and he’ll redirect clients to other boy’s in the establishment if he thinks that they'll grow irate with me.”<br/><br/>Marco slid down from Roger’s arms once they’d reached the pristinely kept interior of the estate. He smiled, winding an arm around the larger male’s waist as they headed up the stairs together and into Isaac’s lavish bedroom. Marco waltzed in quietly, humming happily to himself as he looked around the familiar set of surroundings, pulling the door shut behind them and then clasping his hands together contentedly. Isaac dismissed himself to go and change into something a bit more dispensable, and Marco watched as he wandered off into his closet after his little announcement.<br/><br/>He was left alone with his newest client, and the man looked almost uncomfortable, which is exactly how the prostitute himself felt. Roger wandered over to the bed and settled down upon the edge of it before motioning Marco over. The boy smiled warmly, his eyes crinkling at the corners ever so slightly as his lips turned upwards. He walked over to the bed quietly, slipping himself into Roger’s lap and settling down against him comfortably. Marco smiled warmly as Roger leaned back onto his hands whilst questioning him as to how he liked his fucking to go. He hummed thoughtfully as he reached down to the bottom hem of the man’s shirt, gripping it and beginning to push it upwards slowly, the heels of his hands dragging lightly over the man’s skin as he did so.<br/><br/>“I’ll say that I’m not particularly bothered with how the cock is delivered, just as long as I’m receiving it,” he responded playfully, waiting for Roger to lift his hands up before removing the tank top entirely. “I do enjoy it rough, but if that’s not your preferred flavor I’m not too bothered. Dick is dick, I’ll take it where I can get it.” Marco discarded the shirt to the side and his lips parted slightly as he ran his hands over Roger’s chest appreciatively. He slid his hands up over Roger’s shoulder and wound his arms about his neck them as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to the man’s lips, immediately running his tongue over the man’s lips to ask for permission to press forwards.