"Ah...Merlin...Wood." Flint groaned, rolling his head back until it met Oliver's shoulder, his body urging for more as Oliver sucked lightly on the pale skin that connected Marcus' shoulder and his neck.

Marcus felt uncomfortably vulnerable (something he wasn't used to feeling) in their current position, but as Oliver slipped a hand under the silk of Marcus' shirt, and began to trace patterns up his side, Marcus found himself not really caring.