George tilted his head to allow Marcus more access to his neck. This was the attention he wanted - not the soft nuzzling from the girl at the club - and he hummed low in appreciation. The hum was short lived as it was smothered by the kiss and George moved a hand up to thread through Grumpy's short hair, pulling him closer.
"Still a little cold." He answered, bending a knee and sliding a cold foot up the back of the other man's leg. The hand that was at the back of Marcus' head had moved down his jaw, fingertips noticing the absence of tension that was there before.
"I woke you up," he blurted out somewhat randomly. A little frown appeared as his thumb moved to trace along Grumpy's bottom lip. "You should be mad. Why aren't you mad?"
He paused again, seemingly having an inner debate with himself. Part of him telling him to shut up, that obviously this was leading where he wanted to be at the club if he'd only be quiet. The other part curious for the answer.
"I think I bruised my knee on your bathtub."
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