Roger's eyes followed Marco as he placed himself on Isaac's lap. He caught a glimpse of Marco’s vibrant scarlet thong. It was teasingly unfair of them to start getting intimate when all Roger could do was watch. What was he supposed to do? Clap and cheer them on like a loud drunk at a sports game? He tapped his fingers on his knees, trying to occupy his hands.<br/><br/>Isaac emitted a hum of pleasure,“You know it’s hard for me to say no to that face,”  he said, then pressed a kiss to the top of Marco's head. Marco’s breath against his neck was sensationally sweet, Isaac had to suppress a little giggle as the young man’s breath tickled his neck. He helped Marco's hands unbutton his shirt. He took the young man's hand, and guided it up to his smooth chest.<br/>“Would you do me a favor and take my cape?” Isaac glanced sideways towards Roger, lips turned up into a little smile.<br/><br/>Roger did as he was told, and took Isaac's cape. It smelled sweet, and vaguely of cinnamon, but it had other complex scents to it. He was reminded of a chai latte. This was Isaac's scent, Roger thought. While the other two were buried in each other’s faces, Roger lifted the cape to his nose and sniffed it discreetly. It was definitely chai he was smelling. It smelled good, though, Roger held the cape folded in his lap, appreciating the pleasant scent radiating from it.<br/><br/>Isaac pulled Marco's hips forward, pressing their torsos closer. He pressed a soft kiss to Marco's lips while his hands meandered down the young man's lithe body, fingers dancing over the bony protrusions of his ribs, and hips, then coming to a rest on the bare skin of his arse. He hooked his thumbs up under the dainty straps of the thong. “Leave it on, or no?” He playfully let the elastic go, satisfied with the light slap it made as it snapped back against Marco's skin. His hands idly rubbed Marco's ass. It didn't matter to him if the thing stayed on or not. It was a thong. Marco might as well have just not worn underwear at all.<br/><br/>The car was riding smooth, but not smooth enough for Roger. He felt every rock in the road send inconvenient pleasure to his groin. Roger shifted so his knees were together. He couldn't help but be in awe of the beautiful creatures in front of him, and he couldn't interrupt their moment of intimacy, they waited long enough for a moment like such. But the sight of Isaac's full lips, flushed skin, and Marco's thighs and fluttering eyelashes were sending pleasant chills down his spine.<br/><br/>“You guys are killing me,” Roger uttered. His words made Isaac face him with a sultry grin.<br/><br/>“You’ll get yours, but Marco and I are just warming up for later,” Isaac said, then turned to Marco for confirmation. “This is all just to relax,” he smiled at marco as he began petting his sweet prostitute’s hair.<br/><br/>Roger simply watched them, observing how the two of their bodies reacted with one another. He watched isaac pull Marco into a kiss. His delicate, long fingers framed marco’s face so beautifully.<br/>Roger took a moment away from watching the men to stare out the window, the city gradually passed by, and was replaced by was looked to be a neighborhood, except with giant houses, with beautiful green lawns. The closest neighbors had to have had fifty feet of space between them. Roger’s house was so close to his neighbor’s, he could hear them whispering sometimes. The car lurched as it ran over a speed bump.<br/><br/>A moan from one of the other men brought his attention back to them, he couldn't tell which one of them did it, but he knew that the speed bump they hit likely gave one of the men a nice surprise when their hips were forced together.<br/><br/>Isaac noticed roger staring, and attempted to smile, though his expression was lazy and filled with pleasure. Roger thought it was a somewhat adorable face, like a cat squinting at you happily. “What do you think, Marco, should we let our handsome patron join us?”<br/><br/>Roger looked towards Marco. The boy seemed all to invested in his employer, although Roger did agree to pay for half of this visit, he was going to enjoy it how he wanted to, at the very least. He remembered marco’s words.<i> He knows what he wants, i think that’s lovely…</i><br/><br/>Roger took his finger, and directed marco’s head towards him. He held marco’s jaw gently with his hand, and he leaned in to steal a kiss. It was brief, and he pulled away before he could do anything more than press his lips to the young man’s. As he pulled away, he tasted something faint, and sweet on his lips. It had to have been Isaac’s lip gloss, he knew the man was a makeup fanatic, and that was probably the reason marco couldn't keep his lips off of him.<br/><br/>“Sorry about that, I just couldn't resist.” Roger apologized, wondering -Knowing- he should have asked first. “In the future, i’ll ask first.”<br/>Isaac let out a little scoff. “No kiss for me, darling?” He teased. He then turned his nose up at roger’s offer to give him a kiss too. “No, I would have liked the surprise.”