Isaac responded to marco’s leaving his lap with a faux pout. “Whatever shall I do. Have fun, darling.” Isaac let marco’s hair slip from his fingers as the other male took a seat on Roger’s lap. He he crossed his ankles in his usual manner, folding his hands over his knees as well. His attention was focused on Roger and Marco. The two of them together, they looked raw, and tired. Despite all the effort Isaac put into making Marco look like he got a full night’s sleep, he could see the hours of lost sleep hanging under his eyes. Roger had a similar look, but wore it shamelessly. Whatever job Roger had to support his love of the tiger’s den must have been working him hard.<br/><br/>“Take it easy there,” Roger did give marco a bit of assistance easing onto his lap. It was getting hard to pay the limp no mind, but he wasn't going to be nosy. “What’s the fun in sex if only one person gets to indulge themselves? I’m paying to have sex with a person for a reason.” Roger lifted Marco by the hips, pressing him closer to himself. Roger finished slipping the other shoulder of his jacket off. He was only wearing a black tank top underneath the jacket.<br/><br/>Isaac blinked in surprise at how thin the man’s frame was. He wasn’t too skinny, but he was expecting something a little more than what roger had, though he wasn’t complaining. He and Marco were similar in more ways than he thought. They would get along well.<br/><br/>Roger leaned into the kiss, holding marco securely with his hand at the back of his head, yet with enough give to let the man separate if he chose too. Marco’s curls intertwined with Roger’s long fingers. Marco’s lips tasted of sweet lipgloss, thanks to Isaac. Roger parted from the kiss for a moment to look down at Marco. He removed his hand from marco’s curls, then gently took his cheek in his hand. His thumb grazed over the skin under Marco’s eye as he looked at the poor guy’s eye bags. He let himself chuckle lightly. “You tired too?” He said, then took a quick look at Isaac. “You need to stop workin’ this guy too hard.”<br/><br/>Isaac merely rolled his eyes at the comment. “He promised he’d go to bed early tonight.”<br/><br/>“Don't we all,” Roger stifled a laugh, then gazed at Marco. “What keeps you up at night?” He asked, then he took on a thoughtful expression, remembering that the suites used in the brothel also hosted many sessions, some quite loud. “I don't blame you for staying up though, not all of us get to sleep in a nice, quiet, private estate.” He looked over at Isaac, who seemed only mildly offended by that comment. He made a face at Roger, and Roger replied with another face. The two men glared teasingly at each other before Roger gave his undivided attention to Marco. “Now, where were we?” He pondered for a moment before gracing the young man’s neck with a trail of playful pecks.<br/><br/>The car crept to a crawl as it came into the neighborhood. Isaac could see his estate outside the window. He turned to see the two men beside him wrapped in a kiss, grinding against each other quite passionately. He wished he could somehow fit himself into that arrangement, but there wasn’t any comfortable way to do that in a car. Luckily, there was going to be a bed available to them in a matter of moments.<br/>Isaac slid over to them, and placed his chin on marco’s shoulder. “Boys, the estate,” He cooed in a sing song voice.