Hearing Twink's chuckle, Marcus tilted his head, a slightly confused look on his face. He wasn't sure what had made George giggle, but he liked it, whatever it was. Leaning in again, he kissed the red head, softly at first, until he lost his patience and pressed closer. Breaking contact, he shook his head, fingers stroking skin where they rest against the small of George's back, pushing the hem of his shirt aside. 'They haven't asked.'
Hearing his cousin's full name, flint nodded, a little smile on his lips. 'Yeah, the Fledgeling.' It was the nickname given to all new Falcons, one he'd had the pleasure of answering to until Min had transferred onto the squad. following the direction of George's nod, Marcus' eyebrows furrowed together as he saw his cousin with a blonde woman. He gave George a bewildered look at his question and shook his head. 'No, do I know her?'
Not that it mattered who the mystery girl was. Marcus was with the person he wanted to spend the night with and that was all that mattered. 'Mmm,' nipping Twink's neck again, he nudged him towards the stairs, the words had conjured all sorts of delicious images of George pinned to said desk (or bent over it) and Marcus wanted them to happen. 'You first, I'll Chase.'
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