Roger had no qualms carrying marco up the meticulously manicured lawn of Isaac’s estate. It felt kind of dream like, walking among a backdrop of beautiful hedges and the sound of fountain water splashing lightly. His head was still dancing with adrenaline, and he couldn't wait to be body-to-body with Marco again. He cursed Isaac and Marco for their idea of getting a head start, as the walk to the bed was a tedious interruption.<br/><br/>The house itself was a beauty, and the first thing that caught roger’s eye was the balcony, with its tall windows flung open, and dainty curtains billowing out the window in a ghastly, yet beautiful manner. He would have observed the house longer, but marco’s voice brought him back to reality.<br/>“I wouldn't have the job that I do if I was squeamish.” Roger assured him. He noticed Isaac quite a few steps ahead of them. The man didn’t bother to button his shirt, or throw his cape back on. Instead, he had the cape draped over his arm, and his shirt billowed carelessly behind him, giving the two of them occasional flashes of his bare torso.<br/><br/>“So that explains the stiffness then?” He thought aloud, though Marco was welcome to confirm if he wanted to. “Have other clients given you trouble because of them?” Roger asked, with a hint of disbelief in his tone. He didn’t want to believe that anyone would disregard a person for something as trivial as a scar, but the usual crowd at the Tiger’s den were wealthy, and very picky, so Roger didn’t have a hard time accepting that reality.<br/>As he thought about it, the more it made sense to him. Of course Isaac would hand pick Marco’s clients, and carefully too. He didn’t want him in the hands of someone who would hurt him.<br/><br/>When they entered the estate, Roger let Marco down, although he kept an arm around the young man’s shoulder. Isaac wasted no time leading them to the bedroom, although roger would have loved to be nosy and snoop around to get a look at what living the good life was like. One thing he took note of was all the beautiful stone that covered most of the floor of the estate.<br/><br/>Isaac’s room was connected to the balcony that Roger saw on the way up to the house. The natural lighting made the room look picturesque. Isaac’s bed was large, and low to the ground, set in a chic, modern black frame. Throw pillows were piled up high on the headboard, and it looked too perfect for what they were about to do on it.<br/><br/>“You boys have fun, I’m going to go find something I can afford to get hot and sweaty to change into.” Isaac walked over to a door, which he slid open. Roger only caught a small glimpse of what was inside before Isaac shut himself in the small room. It had to have been a walk in closet, but that was the least surprising thing he would have expected Isaac to have. However, he could have sworn he saw an entire shelf of what was unmistakably a collection of expensive sex toys. That, or avant-garde sculptures too erotic to keep out on display, though the former was far more likely.<br/><br/>Roger hesitantly sat on the bed, although once he felt how soft the bed was, he quickly got over his shyness. He patted his lap, beckoning Marco to him. “So, How do you like it? Easy? Rough? Weird? I want to get to know the canvas I'm working with." He said, then leaned back onto his hands. "Unless you just want me to surprise you."