Marco would have set to exploring Roger’s torso with his delicate fingertips, but he was pulled in closer by the man so they could press against each other a bit more firmly. Their bodies settled together comfortably in the close confines as they got on to sharing an invigorated kiss. Marco let his tongue press forwards to begin tangling with his partner’s as his hands curled into the minimal fabric upon the straps of the man’s tanktop. He maintained the kiss all too happily until Roger broke away from him and sat back, reaching up to gently cup Marco’s gaunt cheek in a gentle hand. The young englishman’s brow furrowed slightly in confusion as the man surveyed him quietly for a few moments before offering up a question that he could only assume was rhetorical. The boy glanced over his shoulder at Isaac, watching as the man’s eyes rolled upwards towards the heavens before he shifted his gaze back up onto Roger.<br/><br/>“It’s not so much the noise, really. More so my racing thoughts. Nothing anybody can do for those, though,” he murmured thoughtfully as he dropped his eyes, playing haphazardly with the cut off sleeve of the man’s top before his eyes slipped closed and a breath escaped parted lips as Roger’s lips moved to pepper his neck with lighthearted little kisses. He stretched his neck to the side for a time, enjoying the intimate attention. It wasn’t long before Marco carefully maneuvered himself to get under Roger’s playful pecks, however, so he could engage them in a real kiss once again.<br/><br/>This second liplock turned hot and heavy quite quickly, unlike the first which had been fairly innocent and exploratory. Marco wound his arms about his newest clients neck, keeping a firm hold on him a he began to undulate his hips up against the prominent bulge that had formed within his jeans. It hadn’t taken long at all for Roger to catch on to this new bit of stimulating activity and he’d eagerly picked up a similar movement, pressing up against Marco and causing the boy to shudder slightly against him as they held that enticing embrace.<br/><br/>All too soon, however, Marco felt a soft pressure on his shoulder and a pleasant tingle ran down his spine at Isaac’s sing song tone of voice. He broke apart from Roger reluctantly, turning his head to the side slightly so he could nuzzle fondly against Isaac’s cheek. “Let us get to a bed as soon as humanly possible, darling,” he purred lightheartedly before slowly sliding from Roger’s lap. Keeping up the preference that Marco’s feet not be dirtied, Isaac had Roger lift the boy up from the car and tote him into the home. It didn’t seem hard on the almost stranger, but simultaneously he was embarrassed that he was being made to tote him around like he was lame or something. Of course, he was chronically lame, but that wasn’t the point. Or … Perhaps it was? Isaac probably wouldn’t want Roger to have too much time to dwell on the boy’s awkward gait, it probably wasn’t the most enticing thing when it came to new customers. Repeat ones grew used to the hitch in his stride, but it might be a turnoff for some at the very beginning, he understood.<br/><br/>“I should warn you now, love, in case you’re not fond of scars. I have three on my lower back, they’re a few years old now and reasonably faded, but rather large,” he paused and glanced at Isaac after that had been whispered, making sure the man was a fair bit ahead and not tuning in. “Isaac wouldn’t want me to seem like I wasn’t selling myself, of course, but you have the right to know incase you’re a bit squeamish,” he finished, lifting his gaze up to meet Roger’s once again and smiling warmly at him.