Marco smiled warmly up at Isaac as the man permitted him to continue his little escapades and with some gentle guidance from his lover he undid the buttons along the man’s torso delicately. A sweet sigh escaped his lips as his palms were then pulled up over his smooth skin, and he returned to nibbling fondly at his sensitive neck as he explored his body slowly. While his hands had been allowed to travel the dips and curves of Isaac’s torso a number of times before it still felt like a brand new experience as he did it now. It was a transient experience, getting to explore the man's skin. Though he was familiar with every peak and valley of the gorgeous creature’s body he couldn’t help but find himself utterly fascinated by his flawless form each and every time he was blessed with the opportunity to get up close and personal with him like in that very moment.<br/><br/>The little englishman paid no mind as Roger was instructed to do away with Isaac’s decorative cape. He was too focused on the feel of Isaac’s warm flesh beneath his fingertips as well as the man’s hands idly wandering over his frail form. He hummed softly against his lips at the question posed and he broke their liplock to look up into the man’s eyes thoughtfully. “I think we should leave it on for now, it adds such a lovely little pop of color. I’d hate to ruin the outfit by discarding it.”<br/><br/>More soft petting and gentle kisses ensued. Roger uttered a soft protest to the tortures he was enduring and the prostitute couldn’t help but giggle softly as he glanced over his shoulder at the man whilst Isaac addressed him. He wholeheartedly agreed with the sentiment that he placed on the table and as he turned back to face the man in whose lap he’d seated himself. “I’d have to agree … We need just a moment to relax before our day’s activities begin. It’s going to be so horribly draining, you know,” he murmured as he reached up to run his fingers delicately over Isaac’s sculpted jawline, gazing up at him fondly before he was pulled in for yet another kiss. As their tongues collided Marco’s hand dropped from the man’s jaw to rest on his shoulder and he pressed in close to the man, taking comfort in his proximity. The moan that followed the car’s jerky movement was drawn from Marco’s plump, pretty lips, as the pressure that ensued was beyond delightful. It sparked a desire within him that was deeper than the one that already existed at the prospect of getting to sleep with a pair of beautiful men, and it urged him to take things further within the close confines of the vehicle. He wasn’t allowed to progress their pastimes, however, as Isaac broke their kiss. Marco contented himself with nuzzling down into the man’s neck once again, peppering his smooth, tanned flesh with sweet kisses.<br/><br/>Isaac asked him for his opinion then, and he lifted himself from the man’s body only slightly so he could offer a coy glance in Roger’s direction. He smirked slightly at the man’s thoughtful, intrigued gaze. His eyes fluttered downwards briefly, taking in the sight of the bulge that had begun forming within his jeans. He was enjoying this, even though perhaps it wasn’t as enjoyable as having some direct contact himself. He was going to suggest he shift over to their seat and join them in their bit of foreplay, but Roger seemed to have plans of his own. His head was drawn from its withdrawn position and tilted downwards slightly with a firm, but gentle hold. Roger’s lips were upon his before he was able to offer any sort of consent or protest, but he felt that they were taken away just as quickly.<br/><br/>Marco allowed a soft giggle to pass from his lips as Roger apologized for the brief peck, and the young man shook his head. “Love, you’re paying me to indulge in your desires, you needn’t ask before you do anything,” he murmured, glancing over at Isaac after he rebuffed the man’s affections. He leaned in and nuzzled his cheek affectionately, breathing in the sweet scent of the beautiful man and breathing out, “Now it’s your turn to watch for a little bit, my darling.” The young man slipped from Isaac’s grasp and he turned his attention back onto Roger, a warm smile playing at his lips. “If I ever so anything you don’t like, feel free to let me know. I’m here to please you, and my own gratification shouldn’t influence our fun at all,” he murmured as he slipped into the man’s lap in as graceful a manner as his bum leg allowed.<br/><br/>One arm wound about the back of Roger’s neck whilst the other moved to begin undoing the frumpy red sweatshirt he donned. His teeth grazed playfully over the male’s throat as he slowly pulled the zipper downwards. The further down the piece of metal slipped the further upwards Marco’s lips moved until eventually he was slipping the piece from the man’s shoulder whilst pressing a more proper kiss to his lips.